<?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-7673096763845285779</id><updated>2011-07-08T10:20:21.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Proverbs 22:2</title><subtitle type='html'>The rich and poor have a commmon bond; the Lord is Maker of them all.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrae1022.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673096763845285779/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrae1022.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ashly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849065158987346304</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>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673096763845285779.post-8727629924747720393</id><published>2009-09-06T12:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T12:23:06.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Words Cannot Express...</title><content type='html'>These two scriptures have crossed my path over and over again these past few weeks. So, I continue to cling to them. Words cannot express the comfort my God provides me on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah 29:11-13 "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord. "Plans to prosper you and not to harm you. Plans to give you a hope and a future. Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all of your heart."&lt;br /&gt;2 Corinthians 12:7-10&lt;br /&gt;7To keep me from becoming conceited because of these surpassingly great revelations, there was given me a thorn in my flesh, a messenger of Satan, to torment me. 8Three times I pleaded with the Lord to take it away from me. 9But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. 10That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.&lt;br /&gt;HE HAS PLANS FOR ME (and you!) I HAVE A HOPE AND A FUTURE (and so do you!) HIS GRACE IS SUFFICIENT FOR ME (and you!) How comforting that we don't have to look any further but to the throne of God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673096763845285779-8727629924747720393?l=ashrae1022.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrae1022.blogspot.com/feeds/8727629924747720393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673096763845285779&amp;postID=8727629924747720393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673096763845285779/posts/default/8727629924747720393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673096763845285779/posts/default/8727629924747720393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrae1022.blogspot.com/2009/09/words-cannot-express.html' title='Words Cannot Express...'/><author><name>Ashly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849065158987346304</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-7673096763845285779.post-710377262556867220</id><published>2009-08-12T06:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T07:15:52.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When Things Seem Quite Impossible</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning with the thought that this day would not be any different than the last few. What kind of faith in God does that attitude portray? I'm reading through the book of Job and have been humbled by the amount of suffering that Job went through on behalf of Christ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job 1:13-20 (brief overview): Job's sons and daughters were feasting and drinking at his oldest son's house when messengers began to come to Job. His oxen, donkeys, sheep, servants and camels were all taken away. And then yet another messenger came to tell him of the mighty wind that came and killed his sons and daughters. What did Job do at this instant? He fell to the ground and began to worship the Lord. "The Lord gave and the Lord has taken away; may the name of the Lord be praised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job 2:7 So Satan went out from the presence of the LORD and afflicted Job with painful sores from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job 2:10 He replied, "You are talking like a foolish woman. Shall we accept good from God, and not trouble?" In all this, Job did not sin in what he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have the attitude of Job in the midst of suffering..many of our daily sufferings do not seem so impossible to endure in comparison to Job's.&lt;br /&gt;Or to have the faith of Abraham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 4:18-25 Against all hope, Abraham in hope believed and so became the father of many nations, just as it had been said to him, "So shall your offspring be."Without weakening in his faith, he faced the fact that his body was as good as dead—since he was about a hundred years old—and that Sarah's womb was also dead. Yet he did not waver through unbelief regarding the promise of God, but was strengthened in his faith and gave glory to God, being fully persuaded that God had power to do what he had promised. This is why "it was credited to him as righteousness." The words "it was credited to him" were written not for him alone, but also for us, to whom God will credit righteousness—for us who believe in him who raised Jesus our Lord from the dead. He was delivered over to death for our sins and was raised to life for our justification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will meditate on this today. As it was said in Mark 9:24 "I do believe. Help me overcome my unbelief."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673096763845285779-710377262556867220?l=ashrae1022.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrae1022.blogspot.com/feeds/710377262556867220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673096763845285779&amp;postID=710377262556867220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673096763845285779/posts/default/710377262556867220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673096763845285779/posts/default/710377262556867220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrae1022.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-things-seem-quite-impossible.html' title='When Things Seem Quite Impossible'/><author><name>Ashly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849065158987346304</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-7673096763845285779.post-39388828562116529</id><published>2009-08-05T12:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T12:53:06.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lean on Me</title><content type='html'>I think this post is more a reminder to myself than anything, but I'm sure others could use the reminder also. We need family and friends. The Lord did not intend for us to go this journey alone. We are weak in ourselves, and God has given us the precious gift of being able to lean on those close to us for support. Even Moses grew weak and tired and could not hold his hands up with his own power. So with Aaron on one side and Hur on the other, Moses allowed them to hold his hands steady. I pray that each one reading this has close family and friends to lean on...a support system is necessary in this crazy world we live in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moses 17:8-13 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 The Amalekites came and attacked the Israelites at Rephidim. 9 Moses said to Joshua, "Choose some of our men and go out to fight the Amalekites. Tomorrow I will stand on top of the hill with the staff of God in my hands." &lt;br /&gt; 10 So Joshua fought the Amalekites as Moses had ordered, and Moses, Aaron and Hur went to the top of the hill. 11 As long as Moses held up his hands, the Israelites were winning, but whenever he lowered his hands, the Amalekites were winning. 12 When Moses' hands grew tired, they took a stone and put it under him and he sat on it. Aaron and Hur held his hands up—one on one side, one on the other—so that his hands remained steady till sunset. 13 So Joshua overcame the Amalekite army with the sword.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673096763845285779-39388828562116529?l=ashrae1022.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrae1022.blogspot.com/feeds/39388828562116529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673096763845285779&amp;postID=39388828562116529' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673096763845285779/posts/default/39388828562116529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673096763845285779/posts/default/39388828562116529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrae1022.blogspot.com/2009/08/lean-on-me.html' title='Lean on Me'/><author><name>Ashly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849065158987346304</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-7673096763845285779.post-5529778215611447591</id><published>2009-07-29T12:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T13:08:25.035-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Healed: And Shown Worth</title><content type='html'>Take a change to read this scripture slowly. Take note of how Jesus interacted with this sick woman. Anyone that has experienced illness has experienced a sense of defeat in the hands of doctors. Thankfully the Lord has provided doctors that follow His calling, and tend gently to the needs of His flock. &lt;br /&gt;Mark 5:21-34 &lt;br /&gt;21When Jesus had again crossed over by boat to the other side of the lake, a large crowd gathered around him while he was by the lake. 22Then one of the synagogue rulers, named Jairus, came there. Seeing Jesus, he fell at his feet 23and pleaded earnestly with him, "My little daughter is dying. Please come and put your hands on her so that she will be healed and live." 24So Jesus went with him. &lt;br /&gt;   A large crowd followed and pressed around him. 25And a woman was there who had been subject to bleeding for twelve years. 26She had suffered a great deal under the care of many doctors and had spent all she had, yet instead of getting better she grew worse. 27When she heard about Jesus, she came up behind him in the crowd and touched his cloak, 28because she thought, "If I just touch his clothes, I will be healed." 29Immediately her bleeding stopped and she felt in her body that she was freed from her suffering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 30At once Jesus realized that power had gone out from him. He turned around in the crowd and asked, "Who touched my clothes?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 31"You see the people crowding against you," his disciples answered, "and yet you can ask, 'Who touched me?' " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 32But Jesus kept looking around to see who had done it. 33Then the woman, knowing what had happened to her, came and fell at his feet and, trembling with fear, told him the whole truth. 34He said to her, "Daughter, your faith has healed you. Go in peace and be freed from your suffering." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;She suffered a great deal under the care of many doctors; she spent all she had...yet, she grew worse. How many doctors did she see? 3,5,10,30? What did they tell her? She was terminal? She was unclean? She would get better with time? She needed to take this medicine or that medicine? What hope did this woman hold onto? HER FAITH. She touched Jesus's cloak, and she was healed. But it didn't end there. He felt the power go forth from himself. He desired to know the one he healed. He connected with her. The disciples said, "See all the people crowding against you." But that wasn't enough for Jesus. He kept looking around for his beloved. What healed her? HER FAITH. I imagine Jesus looking into her eyes, possibly even caressing her face as he said, "Daughter, your faith has healed you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This scripture rests well in my heart today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673096763845285779-5529778215611447591?l=ashrae1022.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrae1022.blogspot.com/feeds/5529778215611447591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673096763845285779&amp;postID=5529778215611447591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673096763845285779/posts/default/5529778215611447591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673096763845285779/posts/default/5529778215611447591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrae1022.blogspot.com/2009/07/healed-and-shown-worth.html' title='Healed: And Shown Worth'/><author><name>Ashly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849065158987346304</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-7673096763845285779.post-4895342164536482526</id><published>2009-07-28T16:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T16:26:50.407-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Action..We'll see how long this lasts..</title><content type='html'>By request..I'm back to blogging. I read back through my old blogs and realized how much writing and sharing with others is a way for me to connect. It's been over a year since I blogged last, and I've thought about coming back many times. So here I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I surely can't go back in time over the past year and a half and share the journey God has taken me on, I can start today and share the place He has brought me to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've have learned the importance of committing scripture to memory and would encourage all of you to try. I just finished Psalm 23, and I have never found so much comfort in times of uncertainty. Throughout Psalms the word "meditate" is used more than ten times. Meditating day and night &lt;strong&gt;(Ps. 1:2), &lt;/strong&gt;meditating on His unfailing love &lt;strong&gt;(Ps. 48:9), &lt;/strong&gt;meditating on his works and considering his deeds &lt;strong&gt;(Ps. 77:12), &lt;/strong&gt;meditating on his decrees, his statutes, his wonders, his precepts, his promises &lt;strong&gt;(Ps. 119:23,27,78,148), &lt;/strong&gt;and meditating on his works and considering what his hands have done (&lt;strong&gt;Ps. 143:5).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So find a scripture, memorize it, and meditate on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalm 23&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A psalm of David. &lt;br /&gt;The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not be in want. &lt;br /&gt;He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, he restores my soul. He guides me in paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me &lt;br /&gt;in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. &lt;br /&gt;Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673096763845285779-4895342164536482526?l=ashrae1022.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrae1022.blogspot.com/feeds/4895342164536482526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673096763845285779&amp;postID=4895342164536482526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673096763845285779/posts/default/4895342164536482526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673096763845285779/posts/default/4895342164536482526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrae1022.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-in-actionwell-see-how-long-this.html' title='Back in Action..We&apos;ll see how long this lasts..'/><author><name>Ashly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849065158987346304</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-7673096763845285779.post-6490566895796090924</id><published>2008-01-30T21:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T21:35:45.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Miniature Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rvTFKpIaQhM&amp;rel=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rvTFKpIaQhM&amp;rel=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673096763845285779-6490566895796090924?l=ashrae1022.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrae1022.blogspot.com/feeds/6490566895796090924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673096763845285779&amp;postID=6490566895796090924' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673096763845285779/posts/default/6490566895796090924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673096763845285779/posts/default/6490566895796090924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrae1022.blogspot.com/2008/01/minature-earth.html' title='The Miniature Earth'/><author><name>Ashly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849065158987346304</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673096763845285779.post-5280357562404070502</id><published>2008-01-18T21:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T21:31:15.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Talkin' bout my girl...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/R5FuHD0LHWI/AAAAAAAAAKI/bYLB_Te3blg/s1600-h/P1110398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157024115878206818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/R5FuHD0LHWI/AAAAAAAAAKI/bYLB_Te3blg/s320/P1110398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This is my girl Stephania...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/R5FtiT0LHTI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Kd_Jp2o55SI/s1600-h/P1110415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157023484518014258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/R5FtiT0LHTI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Kd_Jp2o55SI/s320/P1110415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/R5FtjT0LHVI/AAAAAAAAAKA/bNQQYUhDsyY/s1600-h/P1070146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157023501697883474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/R5FtjT0LHVI/AAAAAAAAAKA/bNQQYUhDsyY/s320/P1070146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If I was old enough and financially capable to adopt, she would be mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sadly, I do not meet any of the criteria. But I'm sure some of you do!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My baby needs a forever family!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;When I walk into a room I look for the child not many would seek out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And in searching for that child at Three Angels, I found Stephania. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She is absolutely beautiful! She has a smile that lights up the room and a quiet giggle that warms my heart. The day I left Haiti, I held this precious little girl in my arms and cried...ok, so maybe I bawled uncontrollably. Her arms were wrapped around my neck and she began patting my back. I stood her up to look in her eyes, leaned in to give her a kiss (which in Stephania's case means getting licked) and prayed for the Lord to provide loving parents for her. I trust and know my God is faithful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673096763845285779-5280357562404070502?l=ashrae1022.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrae1022.blogspot.com/feeds/5280357562404070502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673096763845285779&amp;postID=5280357562404070502' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673096763845285779/posts/default/5280357562404070502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673096763845285779/posts/default/5280357562404070502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrae1022.blogspot.com/2008/01/talkin-bout-my-girl.html' title='Talkin&apos; bout my girl...'/><author><name>Ashly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849065158987346304</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://bp2.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/R5FuHD0LHWI/AAAAAAAAAKI/bYLB_Te3blg/s72-c/P1110398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673096763845285779.post-1976504664084538552</id><published>2008-01-02T11:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T11:23:53.428-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not used to sharing my bed...</title><content type='html'>For the past two nights, I have shared my bed...with a suitcase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In in the midst of working extra hours this week and trying to see my friends before I leave, I have stayed up extra late to try and get things packed for Haiti. Just when I'm ready to crash, I have had no energy to move everything off of my bed. All I want to do is lay down for some sweet rest. In the morning when I wake up, this is what I roll over to see. (Luckily I stay in one place at night. Otherwise I would have a HUGE mess on the floor.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/R3vHuT0LHSI/AAAAAAAAAJo/I421csAo2dw/s1600-h/P1020020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150930197235309858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/R3vHuT0LHSI/AAAAAAAAAJo/I421csAo2dw/s320/P1020020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easily stated: IT IS A DISASTER!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rest assured, I will be packed and ready to go Friday!!&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/7673096763845285779-1976504664084538552?l=ashrae1022.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrae1022.blogspot.com/feeds/1976504664084538552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673096763845285779&amp;postID=1976504664084538552' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673096763845285779/posts/default/1976504664084538552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673096763845285779/posts/default/1976504664084538552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrae1022.blogspot.com/2008/01/not-used-to-sharing-my-bed.html' title='Not used to sharing my bed...'/><author><name>Ashly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849065158987346304</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://bp1.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/R3vHuT0LHSI/AAAAAAAAAJo/I421csAo2dw/s72-c/P1020020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673096763845285779.post-5317842761764714746</id><published>2007-12-17T13:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T14:12:42.929-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/R2bVlD0LHRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/w_k6t6fvRjk/s1600-h/47b7d701b3127ccebc62e644c02100000026100EYs27ZszbsV[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145034456973384978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/R2bVlD0LHRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/w_k6t6fvRjk/s320/47b7d701b3127ccebc62e644c02100000026100EYs27ZszbsV%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They're home for Christmas break!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/R2bVBz0LHMI/AAAAAAAAAI4/XOvTTmvloL8/s1600-h/47b7d701b3127ccebc62e2b0c0d700000026100EYs27ZszbsV[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145033851382996162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/R2bVBz0LHMI/AAAAAAAAAI4/XOvTTmvloL8/s320/47b7d701b3127ccebc62e2b0c0d700000026100EYs27ZszbsV%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/R2bVCD0LHNI/AAAAAAAAAJA/kEpRsIK4qWY/s1600-h/47b7d701b3127ccebc62e48a41de00000026100EYs27ZszbsV[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145033855677963474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/R2bVCD0LHNI/AAAAAAAAAJA/kEpRsIK4qWY/s320/47b7d701b3127ccebc62e48a41de00000026100EYs27ZszbsV%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/R2bVCD0LHOI/AAAAAAAAAJI/DRL_Lm95DNg/s1600-h/47b7d701b3127ccebc62fa56c03d00000026100EYs27ZszbsV[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145033855677963490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/R2bVCD0LHOI/AAAAAAAAAJI/DRL_Lm95DNg/s320/47b7d701b3127ccebc62fa56c03d00000026100EYs27ZszbsV%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/R2bVCz0LHPI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/jUPVJv5xcBI/s1600-h/DSC03678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145033868562865394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/R2bVCz0LHPI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/jUPVJv5xcBI/s320/DSC03678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;These are my best buds from high school! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;After a long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;semester, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I cannot wait to spend time with them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To play Cranium, take naps, have a drink and laugh until we cry. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tis' the Season girls...it's time to be together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7673096763845285779-5317842761764714746?l=ashrae1022.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrae1022.blogspot.com/feeds/5317842761764714746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673096763845285779&amp;postID=5317842761764714746' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673096763845285779/posts/default/5317842761764714746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673096763845285779/posts/default/5317842761764714746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrae1022.blogspot.com/2007/12/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home!'/><author><name>Ashly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849065158987346304</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://bp3.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/R2bVlD0LHRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/w_k6t6fvRjk/s72-c/47b7d701b3127ccebc62e644c02100000026100EYs27ZszbsV%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673096763845285779.post-833286531389949212</id><published>2007-11-28T21:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T22:51:48.754-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing to him...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sing praises to him; tell of all his wonderful acts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;psalm 105:2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will praise you, O Lord, with all of my heart;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will tell of all your wonders!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;psalm 9:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138103170513555890" style="WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" height="372" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/R041nFnE0bI/AAAAAAAAAIw/dadBfZKUFTo/s320/n51802019_30714164_9971%5B1%5D.jpg" width="196" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting here this evening...trying to study for finals, complete a paper and listen to a lecture online. However, the Lord was calling me to my knees (and I mean literally down on my knees). To worship Him, to praise Him, to sing songs to Him. And to share with you His wonderful acts and mighty wonders!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Isn't this girl a beauty? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;A true wonder and work from God's own hand? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;When I look at her, I see a carefree smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;When I talk to her I hear a hope in her voice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Then I am reminded of her once frail and battered body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I am reminded of her bald head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Still...just as beautiful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;The same smile, the same voice, the same heart within. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Cancer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Why does that word feel like a knife stabbing me in the chest? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Ever since I have known Katie she has been battling cancer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;While miles now separate us, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;we are somehow always in tune with one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sent me a text message this evening that read: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"I got good test results. My tumors are shrinking."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not help but to stop everything I was doing to join in and rejoice with her this evening by giving praise to the One who deserves it!&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind every treatment, every appointment, every poke, every prod.&lt;br /&gt;Our wonderful and faithful God has shown himself this evening.&lt;br /&gt;Now my friends, believe me, this is no small feat.&lt;br /&gt;Our God deserves all the glory, all the honor and all the praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I love you Katie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673096763845285779-833286531389949212?l=ashrae1022.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrae1022.blogspot.com/feeds/833286531389949212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673096763845285779&amp;postID=833286531389949212' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673096763845285779/posts/default/833286531389949212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673096763845285779/posts/default/833286531389949212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrae1022.blogspot.com/2007/11/sing-to-him.html' title='Sing to him...'/><author><name>Ashly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849065158987346304</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://bp0.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/R041nFnE0bI/AAAAAAAAAIw/dadBfZKUFTo/s72-c/n51802019_30714164_9971%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673096763845285779.post-2742719264881810569</id><published>2007-11-27T13:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T14:11:34.507-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's counting? I AM!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/R0x4GlnE0aI/AAAAAAAAAIo/YTaE0U_VIHc/s1600-h/P1000353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137613329493447074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/R0x4GlnE0aI/AAAAAAAAAIo/YTaE0U_VIHc/s320/P1000353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;39 more days and I'll be on a plane to Haiti!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/R0x35FnE0ZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/c06PQHO5PQs/s1600-h/P1000721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137613097565213074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/R0x35FnE0ZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/c06PQHO5PQs/s320/P1000721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I cannot wait to feel each little warm embrace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/R0x3klnE0YI/AAAAAAAAAIY/as6rT9CIds0/s1600-h/P8050586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137612745377894786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/R0x3klnE0YI/AAAAAAAAAIY/as6rT9CIds0/s320/P8050586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I cannot wait to sit down and take a bite of rice and beans out of each bowl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/R0x2xlnE0VI/AAAAAAAAAIA/aNcyx0VMpW0/s1600-h/P1000819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137611869204566354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/R0x2xlnE0VI/AAAAAAAAAIA/aNcyx0VMpW0/s320/P1000819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I cannot wait to see how they've grown since August!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/R0x3YFnE0XI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/aTVJu3MxTBU/s1600-h/P8060688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137612530629529970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/R0x3YFnE0XI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/aTVJu3MxTBU/s320/P8060688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I cannot wait to hear the giggles and laughs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/R0x2rlnE0SI/AAAAAAAAAHo/sWDiR0QLa-k/s1600-h/P8090737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137611766125351202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/R0x2rlnE0SI/AAAAAAAAAHo/sWDiR0QLa-k/s320/P8090737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I cannot wait to love on these precious children!&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/7673096763845285779-2742719264881810569?l=ashrae1022.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrae1022.blogspot.com/feeds/2742719264881810569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673096763845285779&amp;postID=2742719264881810569' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673096763845285779/posts/default/2742719264881810569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673096763845285779/posts/default/2742719264881810569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrae1022.blogspot.com/2007/11/whos-counting-i-am.html' title='Who&apos;s counting? I AM!!!!'/><author><name>Ashly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849065158987346304</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://bp0.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/R0x4GlnE0aI/AAAAAAAAAIo/YTaE0U_VIHc/s72-c/P1000353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673096763845285779.post-210677575664819892</id><published>2007-11-16T00:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T00:06:26.615-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I highly recommend listening to this song by Jill Paquette:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to taste life, I ran out on my own and found no place to hide&lt;br /&gt;So come and catch me, so unsure of myself and if choices are free&lt;br /&gt;Then why aren't they mine anymore, my sin goes before me closing doors&lt;br /&gt;And the day to day has me torn between right and wrong&lt;br /&gt;Where do I belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A broken and contrite heart oh Lord You will receive&lt;br /&gt;A broken and contrite heart oh Lord You will receive&lt;br /&gt;I go down, I fall at Your feet asking for You to save me&lt;br /&gt;Only to save me&lt;br /&gt;A broken and contrite heart oh Lord You will receive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely I've failed You&lt;br /&gt;I've failed to go beyond grace and seek after truth&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting Your mercy&lt;br /&gt;Try to purchase a pardon--my deeds my currency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A broken and contrite heart oh Lord You will receive&lt;br /&gt;A broken and contrite heart oh Lord You will receive&lt;br /&gt;I go down, I fall at Your feet asking for You to save me&lt;br /&gt;Only to save me&lt;br /&gt;A broken and contrite heart oh Lord You will receive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673096763845285779-210677575664819892?l=ashrae1022.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrae1022.blogspot.com/feeds/210677575664819892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673096763845285779&amp;postID=210677575664819892' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673096763845285779/posts/default/210677575664819892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673096763845285779/posts/default/210677575664819892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrae1022.blogspot.com/2007/11/broken.html' title='Broken'/><author><name>Ashly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849065158987346304</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673096763845285779.post-77222175056101973</id><published>2007-11-07T22:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T23:09:01.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Creole Made Easy-Premye Leson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, I have to put a plug in for my previous post. I'm still amazed I was able to get pictures of Wilson the turkey. Check it out below this post...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We'll Be Speaking Creole in No Time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/RzKUPVw3BuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/CPc1GOcHvIs/s1600-h/PB070001.JPG"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130325916789442274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/RzKUPVw3BuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/CPc1GOcHvIs/s320/PB070001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Megan is not so sure about showing off her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Creole skills in front of the camera!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/RzKUP1w3BvI/AAAAAAAAAGw/40S7LlFlOa4/s1600-h/PB070002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130325925379376882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/RzKUP1w3BvI/AAAAAAAAAGw/40S7LlFlOa4/s320/PB070002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;chajman an "the load"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/RzKUQVw3BwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/A-BoEKC1M18/s1600-h/PB070003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130325933969311490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/RzKUQVw3BwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/A-BoEKC1M18/s320/PB070003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;sitwon "lime, lemon"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND NOW FOR THE SHOW:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5r8PyP0Cz-w&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673096763845285779-77222175056101973?l=ashrae1022.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrae1022.blogspot.com/feeds/77222175056101973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673096763845285779&amp;postID=77222175056101973' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673096763845285779/posts/default/77222175056101973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673096763845285779/posts/default/77222175056101973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrae1022.blogspot.com/2007/11/creole-made-easy-premye-leson.html' title='Creole Made Easy-Premye Leson'/><author><name>Ashly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849065158987346304</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://bp0.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/RzKUPVw3BuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/CPc1GOcHvIs/s72-c/PB070001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673096763845285779.post-8849769954203283780</id><published>2007-11-05T13:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T14:07:07.710-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY DID THE TURKEY CROSS THE ROAD?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/Ry9xn-RfJrI/AAAAAAAAAF0/0FwTyfRvzZA/s1600-h/PB050052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/Ry9xn-RfJrI/AAAAAAAAAF0/0FwTyfRvzZA/s320/PB050052.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129443432143464114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leaves are changing color around here and it is beautiful. Just around the corner from my subdivision is a wooded area where I have seen many little creatures come from (squirrel, deer, etc). I have heard before there is a turkey that lives in the woods, but I had never seen him...until today that is. It was a nice little reminder that Thanksgiving is quickly approaching. He's lucky he's not a dead turkey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was driving down Petersburg Road and found traffic backed up about a half mile.  When I came upon the scene, this is what I found. (Luckily I had my camera!!) Truckers were out of their vehicles trying to lure the turkey back into the woods, but he was content...smack-dab in the middle of the road. I'm glad I didn't have to be anywhere at the time. What an excuse that would be, "I'm sorry boss, there was a turkey crossing the road."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/Ry92VORfJwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/kGQLKvQqqMQ/s1600-h/PB050043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/Ry92VORfJwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/kGQLKvQqqMQ/s320/PB050043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129448607579055874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/Ry925-RfJxI/AAAAAAAAAGY/PP3RSavbWYk/s1600-h/PB050049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/Ry925-RfJxI/AAAAAAAAAGY/PP3RSavbWYk/s320/PB050049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129449238939248402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/Ry926eRfJyI/AAAAAAAAAGg/2PR6GvmiFIE/s1600-h/PB050050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0p&lt;br /&gt;x auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/Ry926eRfJyI/AAAAAAAAAGg/2PR6GvmiFIE/s320/PB050050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129449247529183010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673096763845285779-8849769954203283780?l=ashrae1022.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrae1022.blogspot.com/feeds/8849769954203283780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673096763845285779&amp;postID=8849769954203283780' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673096763845285779/posts/default/8849769954203283780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673096763845285779/posts/default/8849769954203283780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrae1022.blogspot.com/2007/11/why-did-turkey-cross-road.html' title='WHY DID THE TURKEY CROSS THE ROAD?'/><author><name>Ashly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849065158987346304</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://bp3.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/Ry9xn-RfJrI/AAAAAAAAAF0/0FwTyfRvzZA/s72-c/PB050052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673096763845285779.post-3842383807536248605</id><published>2007-10-29T12:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T23:46:27.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Faces of Nata</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/RyYcueRfJpI/AAAAAAAAAFk/vTybHQHwakk/s1600-h/47b7d633b3127cceb968a13b34f600000026100EYs27ZszbsV%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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(Adding to You-You's pictures of the kids playing with chalk..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/RyYQ9uRfJYI/AAAAAAAAADc/iApQ6XS4y9U/s1600-h/New+Image.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/RyYQ9uRfJYI/AAAAAAAAADc/iApQ6XS4y9U/s320/New+Image.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126803878387328386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/RyYQ9-RfJZI/AAAAAAAAADk/4CRSp0cy-d8/s1600-h/47b7d633b3127cceb96b3783d5e100000025110EYs27ZszbsV%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/RyYQ9-RfJZI/AAAAAAAAADk/4CRSp0cy-d8/s320/47b7d633b3127cceb96b3783d5e100000025110EYs27ZszbsV%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126803882682295698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673096763845285779-532465564860740198?l=ashrae1022.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrae1022.blogspot.com/feeds/532465564860740198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673096763845285779&amp;postID=532465564860740198' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673096763845285779/posts/default/532465564860740198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673096763845285779/posts/default/532465564860740198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrae1022.blogspot.com/2007/10/chalkthe-new-body-paint.html' title='Chalk...the new body paint'/><author><name>Ashly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849065158987346304</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://bp1.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/RyYQ9uRfJYI/AAAAAAAAADc/iApQ6XS4y9U/s72-c/New+Image.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673096763845285779.post-3396884057469700048</id><published>2007-10-25T08:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T08:57:31.112-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiti, Evansville create family bonds...</title><content type='html'>What a delight to see this in the paper this morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiti, Evansville create family bonds &lt;br /&gt;Nine Evansville-area families plan to adopt Haitian orphans &lt;br /&gt;By Susan Orr (Contact)&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, October 25, 2007 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Angela and Shawn Collins of Evansville traveled to Angel House orphanage in Haiti last year, their intent was to visit the children and volunteer there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple wanted children but had put the idea aside after experiencing the pain of several miscarriages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, Angela Collins said, God had a different plan. While at Angel House, she found herself drawn to two children. She told her husband, who said he also felt a connection with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After praying about it and talking to the children, they decided to begin the adoption process for Steven and Belle, both 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I never thought I'd go to an orphanage and decide to adopt two 9 year olds. ... I have no idea how to explain it. It was God," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Coincidentally, a few months after that Haiti visit, Angela learned she was pregnant. The Collinses' daughter, Madelyn, was born in July.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Collinses are among nine Evansville-area families who are in the process of adopting a total of 17 Angel House children, ages infant to 9. Located in Port-au-Prince, Angel House cares for children who have been abandoned, orphaned or brought in by parents too poor to care for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the adoptions proceed on schedule, the first of the children will arrive by Christmas, with all of them here by Christmas 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Angel House adoption network has grown through word-of-mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Cundiff of Evansville, a friend of Angela Collins, is missions leader for Three Angels Children's Relief, the agency that runs the orphanage, a Christian school and a medical clinic. She and her husband, Jeremy, are in the process of adopting three children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is unusual for so many families to be adopting from the same orphanage, especially since Haiti isn't necessarily a hot spot to adopt from," Cundiff wrote in an e-mail interview. "We attribute this to God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another family, Kathy and Randy Koenig of Newburgh, is working to adopt three children: Shakira, 5, Samara, 3, and Caleb, 5 months old. Those children will join Phoebe, 4, whom the Koenigs adopted as an infant in North Carolina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Koenigs attend Lutheran Church of Our Redeemer, and the church will host a benefit concert Friday at 7 p.m. to help raise money for the family's adoption expenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Koenigs heard about Angel House through church friends who are adopting two children from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy Koenig's connection with the children began online. She was looking at the orphanage's Web site and saw Samara's photo. The little girl had the same birthday as Phoebe, the same gap-toothed grin and the same love of dance and music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy noticed the similarities, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We just knew we were meant to adopt Samara," Kathy said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In months to come, the couple decided to adopt the two other children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple traveled to Haiti in July to visit the children and meet their biological mothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Kathy, the experience was emotional. For Randy, it was a confirmation they were doing God's will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I knew that these children needed me," Randy said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Koenigs estimate all three adoptions should be complete between December and February. In the meantime, they're preparing for the new arrivals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photographs of the children hang on the walls, and the Koenigs regularly send family pictures to Angel House. The Koenigs are learning to speak some Creole, and they are collecting Haitian recipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the families wait, they have gotten to know each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cundiff hosts a weekly mothers' prayer gathering, and the families plan to stay in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We feel extremely blessed that the children will be able to continue the friendships they have formed in the orphanage," Cundiff wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/RyCf--RfJWI/AAAAAAAAADM/dr7MkH1-C54/s1600-h/20071024-232229-pic-203065116_t600%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/RyCf--RfJWI/AAAAAAAAADM/dr7MkH1-C54/s320/20071024-232229-pic-203065116_t600%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125272280164672866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/RyCf_ORfJXI/AAAAAAAAADU/H1VDIvTQYGI/s1600-h/20071024-232229-pic-878534215_t176%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/RyCf_ORfJXI/AAAAAAAAADU/H1VDIvTQYGI/s320/20071024-232229-pic-878534215_t176%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125272284459640178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;DENNY SIMMONS / Courier &amp; Press &lt;br /&gt;Phoebe Koenig, 4, right, does her best to comfort Eva Brown, 3, sitting in her mother, Theresa Brown's lap. Eva was having a tough time during their Sunday school music class at Lutheran Church of Our Redeemer in Evansville. Theresa Brown and her husband Don are one of the sets of parents who will be adopting a child from Haiti in the near future. Eva's country of birth is China.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;DENNY SIMMONS / Courier &amp; Press &lt;br /&gt;The current Koenig family of Newburgh, Phoebe, 4, Randy and Kathy, get together for a worship service after their Sunday school classes at Lutheran Church of Our Redeemer recently. The family will soon double with the addition of Shakira, 5, Samara, 3, and Caleb, 5 months.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673096763845285779-3396884057469700048?l=ashrae1022.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrae1022.blogspot.com/feeds/3396884057469700048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673096763845285779&amp;postID=3396884057469700048' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673096763845285779/posts/default/3396884057469700048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673096763845285779/posts/default/3396884057469700048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrae1022.blogspot.com/2007/10/haiti-evansville-create-family-bonds.html' title='Haiti, Evansville create family bonds...'/><author><name>Ashly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849065158987346304</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://bp0.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/RyCf--RfJWI/AAAAAAAAADM/dr7MkH1-C54/s72-c/20071024-232229-pic-203065116_t600%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673096763845285779.post-5242795364041075400</id><published>2007-10-21T18:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T19:38:57.479-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Day...more to come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="visibility:visible"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://flash.picturetrail.com/pflicks/3/spflick.swf" quality="high" FlashVars="ql=2&amp;src1=http://pic40.picturetrail.com/VOL295/9884784/flicks/1/2571995&amp;src2=http://widgetize.picturetrail.com/flicks/2571995" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#000000" width="390" height="300" name="zoom_and_fade" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" style="height:300px;width:390px" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;p style="whitespace:no-wrap;margin-top:10px;height:24px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picturetrail.com/misc/counter.fcgi?link=%2FphotoFlick%2Fsamples%2Fpflicks.shtml&amp;cID=924"&gt;&lt;img align="left" src="http://pics.picturetrail.com/res/pflicks/pt.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picturetrail.com/misc/counter.fcgi?link=%2FphotoFlick%2Fsamples%2Fpflicks.shtml&amp;cID=925"&gt;&lt;img align="left" style="margin-left:5px" src="http://pics.picturetrail.com/res/pflicks/pt2.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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/7673096763845285779-5242795364041075400?l=ashrae1022.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrae1022.blogspot.com/feeds/5242795364041075400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673096763845285779&amp;postID=5242795364041075400' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673096763845285779/posts/default/5242795364041075400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673096763845285779/posts/default/5242795364041075400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrae1022.blogspot.com/2007/10/big-daymore-to-come.html' title='The Big Day...more to come!'/><author><name>Ashly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849065158987346304</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673096763845285779.post-4415026217363132722</id><published>2007-10-16T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T22:53:44.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Laugh, Cry, Pray</title><content type='html'>A nurse told me today, "I tell families three things: First of all, I'm going to laugh with them. Second, I'm going to cry with them. And then I'm going to pray with them. And if they don't like that, I'm going to do it behind their back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to experience all three with the wonderful husband of one of my patients. Her health started to deteriorate Saturday afternoon. She began seizing and became unresponsive and no one was really sure why. She was taken to the Neuro ICU where they finally decided she is experiencing kidney failure from too many medications. She was still unresponsive today when I stopped down in the ICU. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed with her family many times last week while she was a patient on my floor. &lt;br /&gt;I cried with her husband today while he swaddled me, as if I was the one that needed to be comforted. And we prayed...&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing quite like connecting through prayer. The Lord was present in that room!! He is Jehovah Rapha (the God that heals).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673096763845285779-4415026217363132722?l=ashrae1022.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrae1022.blogspot.com/feeds/4415026217363132722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673096763845285779&amp;postID=4415026217363132722' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673096763845285779/posts/default/4415026217363132722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673096763845285779/posts/default/4415026217363132722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrae1022.blogspot.com/2007/10/laugh-cry-pray.html' title='Laugh, Cry, Pray'/><author><name>Ashly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849065158987346304</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673096763845285779.post-2462913820858118446</id><published>2007-10-11T17:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T00:43:05.905-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, My Grandma!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/Rw8GRHte22I/AAAAAAAAADE/KqmHV-cr0ec/s1600-h/PA110001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/Rw8GRHte22I/AAAAAAAAADE/KqmHV-cr0ec/s320/PA110001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120318192540900194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Tribute to my Grandma Kate:&lt;br /&gt;She is 87 (or as she would tell you, 29). &lt;br /&gt;Year after year, she continues to turn 29...I don't know how she does it?! &lt;br /&gt;She is beautiful, young at heart, and a strong woman. &lt;br /&gt;She was a wonderful wife.   &lt;br /&gt;She is a colon cancer survivor. &lt;br /&gt;She is a fighter and a worrier. &lt;br /&gt;She uses black electrical tape to fix everything.&lt;br /&gt;She can speak some Croatian.&lt;br /&gt;She never learned how to drive.  &lt;br /&gt;She saves her coins for her grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;She sleeps on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;She loves lunch dates.&lt;br /&gt;She reads more books than anyone I know.&lt;br /&gt;This woman is funny, I'm tellin' ya. My mom was discussing with her &lt;br /&gt;what she wore recently to a nice event. (sometimes her fashion &lt;br /&gt;is..well..not up to date). My grandma responded to my mom by saying, &lt;br /&gt;"Oh honey, I was dressed to kill."&lt;br /&gt;I am so blessed to have a wonderful and funny grandma that has &lt;br /&gt;been so active in my life. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks Grandma for all you do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673096763845285779-2462913820858118446?l=ashrae1022.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrae1022.blogspot.com/feeds/2462913820858118446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673096763845285779&amp;postID=2462913820858118446' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673096763845285779/posts/default/2462913820858118446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673096763845285779/posts/default/2462913820858118446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrae1022.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh-my-grandma.html' title='Oh, My Grandma!'/><author><name>Ashly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849065158987346304</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://bp3.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/Rw8GRHte22I/AAAAAAAAADE/KqmHV-cr0ec/s72-c/PA110001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673096763845285779.post-535396042885889850</id><published>2007-10-04T00:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T01:36:41.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Suffering for His Glory</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I walked into a patient's room tonight and could not figure out where the horrible smell was coming from. I had not received report from the nurse yet, but I saw the patient was receiving dialysis. I figured he was just admitted for kidney failure. Wow, was I in for a shock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lifted the sheets off of his legs to find a bloody, oozy mess. Gangrene. For anyone that has ever had to smell gangrene, you know the smell I am referring to. It is one smell you will never forget. I have never tried so hard to hold back vomit in my life. What a poor old man. Unable to walk, obviously in pain, yet still resisting the option of amputation. Later during the evening I helped the nurse change his dressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to pull the dressing off without knowing how much of his flesh was gone. As we pulled away the bandages, we realized the gauze was packed deep into his big toe(the toe itself was missing) and into the back side of his calf. There were flesh and tissue just hanging from his leg and his other toes were not going to last much longer. What do you do if his toe falls off while you are packing his wound? Just toss it in the biohazardous waste? Why would someone want to live like this? The constant stinch radiating from his leg has to be enough to make him sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the room in total disgust, but more so replaying the question in my head, "Why does my mighty and faithful God allow people to experience such anguish?" (Oh, if you could have seen the hurt in this man's eyes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this dicussion with one of my patients last week. She was admitted for an infection in her hip (which had been replaced multiple times). To make sure the infection healed, they removed her hip completely. She layed in her bed all day long...in severe pain, uncomfortable, and in a similar situation as the man above. Yet she made the choice day in and day out to pray and praise her God. She made the decision to trust that somehow the Lord was using her in this situation to further His kingdom.  She was learning to find joy in the midst of her trials and bring glory to His Name no matter what circumstances she was to endure. Most people would tend to think she was in a "dark" place, but actually she was a light to those living in the dark around her.  &lt;br /&gt;That is our sole purpose on this earth, to bring glory and honor to the Father. As tough as it may be, sometimes we are chosen to suffer for His kingdom. And those whom are chosen will be rewarded by sharing in his glory.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Romans 4:20&lt;br /&gt;Yet he did not waver through unbelief regarding the promise of God, but was strengthened in his faith and gave glory to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 8:17-18&lt;br /&gt;Now if we are children, then we are heirs—heirs of God and co-heirs with Christ, if indeed we share in his sufferings in order that we may also share in his glory. I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Corinthians 4:7-18 &lt;br /&gt;7But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. 8We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; 9persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. 10We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body. 11For we who are alive are always being given over to death for Jesus' sake, so that his life may be revealed in our mortal body. 12So then, death is at work in us, but life is at work in you. 13It is written: "I believed; therefore I have spoken."[b]With that same spirit of faith we also believe and therefore speak, 14because we know that the one who raised the Lord Jesus from the dead will also raise us with Jesus and present us with you in his presence. 15All this is for your benefit, so that the grace that is reaching more and more people may cause thanksgiving to overflow to the glory of God. 16Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. 17For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. 18So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673096763845285779-535396042885889850?l=ashrae1022.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrae1022.blogspot.com/feeds/535396042885889850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673096763845285779&amp;postID=535396042885889850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673096763845285779/posts/default/535396042885889850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673096763845285779/posts/default/535396042885889850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrae1022.blogspot.com/2007/10/suffering-for-his-glory.html' title='Suffering for His Glory'/><author><name>Ashly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849065158987346304</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-7673096763845285779.post-3763532071581624112</id><published>2007-09-22T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T23:36:06.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You said...</title><content type='html'>Ask and I'll give the nations to you,&lt;br /&gt;O Lord, it's the cry of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Distant shores and the islands will see&lt;br /&gt;Your Light as it rises on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://&lt;div style="visibility:visible"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://flash.picturetrail.com/pflicks/2/revolution.swf" quality="high" FlashVars="ql=2&amp;src1=http://pic40.picturetrail.com/VOL295/9884784/flicks/1/2220098&amp;src2=http://widgetize.picturetrail.com/flicks/2220098" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#000000" width="500" height="380" name="revolution" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" style="height:380px;width:500px" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;p style="whitespace:no-wrap;margin-top:10px;height:24px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picturetrail.com/misc/counter.fcgi?link=%2FphotoFlick%2Fsamples%2Fpflicks_referrer.cgi%3Fad%3Drr9884784&amp;cID=924"&gt;&lt;img align="left" src="http://pics.picturetrail.com/res/pflicks/pt.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picturetrail.com/misc/counter.fcgi?link=%2FphotoFlick%2Fsamples%2Fpflicks_referrer.cgi%3Fad%3Drr9884784&amp;cID=925"&gt;&lt;img align="left" style="margin-left:5px" src="http://pics.picturetrail.com/res/pflicks/pt2.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said, ask and you will receive whatever you need.&lt;br /&gt;You said, pray and I'll hear from heaven and I'll heal your land.&lt;br /&gt;You said, Your glory will fill the earth, like water the seas.&lt;br /&gt;You said, lift up your eyes. The harvest is here, the Kingdom is near!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673096763845285779-3763532071581624112?l=ashrae1022.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrae1022.blogspot.com/feeds/3763532071581624112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673096763845285779&amp;postID=3763532071581624112' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673096763845285779/posts/default/3763532071581624112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673096763845285779/posts/default/3763532071581624112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrae1022.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-said_22.html' title='You said...'/><author><name>Ashly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849065158987346304</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673096763845285779.post-2469552077550002872</id><published>2007-09-18T23:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T01:26:18.999-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures of a PCA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/RvC9Wrz35MI/AAAAAAAAACU/yK8-4_YxUIc/s1600-h/deaconess[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111793774480581826" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" height="127" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/RvC9Wrz35MI/AAAAAAAAACU/yK8-4_YxUIc/s200/deaconess%5B1%5D.jpg" width="189" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"Patient Care Associate," that is my label. I have now been working at Deaconess Hospital for about a month. I am proud to say my title includes: taking vital signs, wiping butts, giving baths, turning patients, draining ostomy tubes and hemovacs, testing glucose, inserting catheters, discontinuing IV's, charting patient information, administering postmortem care and other random tasks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;While many of you are probably grossed out already, I am intrigued by my job each and every day. There is never an uneventful day on OMCC (Orthomedical Care Center.) We see it all...we receive patients from all floors due to the fact that we are the largest floor at the hospital. Most of our patients are 50 or older; however, we see the occasional younger patient from an automobile/motorcycle/atv accident. When I applied for the job, I did not want to work with the elderly. Through my experience thus far, I have gained a whole new respect for them and have discovered they are some of the most interesting people I will probably ever meet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;One lady's life has truly impacted me. She was so cute...92 years old and on complete bedrest. She was receiving oxygen and her lungs were filling up with fluid quickly. The doctor informed her family she was not going to make it much longer. Her husband of 70 years (he is 88) spent a whole day by her side, holding her hand. After her family left for what would be the last time, I spent some time in her room. I bathed her, cleaned her mouth, changed her sheets and put lotion on her frail body. She could not speak to me or give me any direction of how she wanted to be cared for, but I could see it in her eyes. I could sense her contentment. I talked to her, ran my fingers through her hair, and silently prayed. I eagerly waited until my next shift to see the woman I had previously connected with, only to find a new patient was occupying her room. She died that same evening I had spent time with her. Thank you Lord for being the Ultimate Comforter!&lt;/p&gt;The one thing I love most about my job is that I am able to share the love of Christ with my patients and coworkers. I get the opportunity every day to impact someone else's life with my attitude. I can be different. I can rejoice in the day that God has given me and go to work with a smile on my face. I have received the assignment from Christ to be His hands to these patients, and I feel honored to meet their needs day in and day out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Psalm 90:14,17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Satisfy us in the morning with your unfailing love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;that we may sing for joy and be glad all our days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;May the favor of the Lord our God rest upon us;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Establish the work of our hands for us-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;yes, establish the work of our hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I pray my patients see Christ through me in everything I do. I pray the touch of my hand and the sound of my voice gives them a glimpse of Christ's comfort and love. I pray His joy, compassion, and gentle spirit are seen in me. Lord, I know you are standing with me beside each bed as I care for these patients. Help me to understand the pain of my patients and provide accurate care. I will willingly serve you all of my days!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673096763845285779-2469552077550002872?l=ashrae1022.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrae1022.blogspot.com/feeds/2469552077550002872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673096763845285779&amp;postID=2469552077550002872' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673096763845285779/posts/default/2469552077550002872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673096763845285779/posts/default/2469552077550002872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrae1022.blogspot.com/2007/09/adventures-of-pca.html' title='Adventures of a PCA'/><author><name>Ashly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849065158987346304</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://bp3.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/RvC9Wrz35MI/AAAAAAAAACU/yK8-4_YxUIc/s72-c/deaconess%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673096763845285779.post-7522382316704992892</id><published>2007-09-14T00:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T01:43:34.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone Needs a Buddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109932419004942210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" height="152" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/RuogdiUKx4I/AAAAAAAAACE/NDTc6z8ic2o/s200/47b7d633b3127cceb96af79a74e400000025110EYs27ZszbsV%5B1%5D.jpg" width="98" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Evansville's Buddy Walk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September 29,2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9:00a.m.-12:00p.m.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4-H Center&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileondownsyndrome.org/"&gt;http://www.smileondownsyndrome.org&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;These are my buddies. The darling red-head is my cousin Emma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The handsome young man is my friend, Pierre. I met him while I was in Haiti. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Buddy Walk is associated with the group S.M.I.L.E. on Down Syndrome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is wonderful opportunity to reach out to the community and love on some of God's children.&lt;/span&gt; Get a group together and head out to the 4-H for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;FUN, FOOD, EXERCISE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;AND LOTS OF HUGS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Please help support these children and their families.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For more information, see the website above. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The registration form is available along with other information.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/RuofVCUKx3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/4RsyN6xRiwQ/s1600-h/P1070209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109931173464426354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="148" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/RuofVCUKx3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/4RsyN6xRiwQ/s200/P1070209.JPG" width="195" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/RuoeniUKx2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/qxZz9i30dtI/s1600-h/P6020486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109930391780378466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/RuoeniUKx2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/qxZz9i30dtI/s200/P6020486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673096763845285779-7522382316704992892?l=ashrae1022.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrae1022.blogspot.com/feeds/7522382316704992892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673096763845285779&amp;postID=7522382316704992892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673096763845285779/posts/default/7522382316704992892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673096763845285779/posts/default/7522382316704992892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrae1022.blogspot.com/2007/09/everyone-needs-buddy.html' title='Everyone Needs a Buddy'/><author><name>Ashly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849065158987346304</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://bp0.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/RuogdiUKx4I/AAAAAAAAACE/NDTc6z8ic2o/s72-c/47b7d633b3127cceb96af79a74e400000025110EYs27ZszbsV%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673096763845285779.post-5987364484228810849</id><published>2007-09-11T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T23:34:20.442-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Years of Pure Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/RudQDiUKxxI/AAAAAAAAABM/Wk5lsHS-EEM/s1600-h/dennis.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109140323956344594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/RudQDiUKxxI/AAAAAAAAABM/Wk5lsHS-EEM/s320/dennis.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is Dennis Christopher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Also known as: DC, Mr. Silly, Moley&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is the most amazing and loving child I have ever met. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a blessing this little boy has been in my life!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God granted me with the gift of taking care of Dennis for three years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because of my school schedule, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had to leave him in someone else's care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He has what is called pachygyria, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lissencephaly (meaning: smooth brain). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is a congenital malformation of the cerebral hemisphere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pachygyria is typically associated with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seizures disorders and severe developmental delays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109151379202164530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="147" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/RudaHCUKxzI/AAAAAAAAABc/kTJvdzxKpH0/s320/dennis3.JPG" width="234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will never forget:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The way he always stuck his tongue out at me. His curly hair. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Taking naps together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When we were sick and stayed home from school together. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;His wonderful dad. The sound he made when he was happy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dennis's special: Ravioli and pudding Fridays.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our trip to Holiday World. His cute little feet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Leaving work with food on my clothes and in my hair...everyday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/RudMASUKxwI/AAAAAAAAABE/kd4EqKtPTKQ/s1600-h/New+Image.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109135870075258626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="192" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/RudMASUKxwI/AAAAAAAAABE/kd4EqKtPTKQ/s320/New+Image.JPG" width="201" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dennis and I did &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His favorite activity is swimming &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(aside from riding in the car with the windows down).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109157246127490898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/RudfciUKx1I/AAAAAAAAABs/gnS1ZgujE6Y/s200/dennis4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;He &lt;em&gt;loved&lt;/em&gt; to laugh when I pulled him around in the pool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;He loves being pushed in his stroller on walks. We went to the movies, to the zoo, to parks, and had picnics outside on a blanket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Even though his learning capacity is equivalent to a 6-12 month old, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dennis is just like any other child.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;He loves to be talked to, to be held, and to eat chocolate pudding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109135204355327730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="149" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/RudLZiUKxvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/zOhrk6ioqhA/s320/100_8705.JPG" width="211" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;He was the keeper of my secrets (hopefully still is).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;He smiled at the sound of my voice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;His hugs warmed my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The way he slipped his arm behind me when I sat next to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The touch of his hand was reassuring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I love him like he is my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;My heart aches to be with this little boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I long to care for him, serve him, and hold him with Christ's hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Give me faith Lord. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The faith to believe that you are meeting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;the needs of Your beloved child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673096763845285779-5987364484228810849?l=ashrae1022.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrae1022.blogspot.com/feeds/5987364484228810849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673096763845285779&amp;postID=5987364484228810849' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673096763845285779/posts/default/5987364484228810849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673096763845285779/posts/default/5987364484228810849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrae1022.blogspot.com/2007/09/3-years-of-pure-joy.html' title='3 Years of Pure Joy'/><author><name>Ashly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849065158987346304</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://bp1.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/RudQDiUKxxI/AAAAAAAAABM/Wk5lsHS-EEM/s72-c/dennis.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673096763845285779.post-2418232053334975153</id><published>2007-09-09T21:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T22:12:54.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sister Emmy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/RuSzmU91f1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/wyqtTpdtGC8/s1600-h/P7250593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108405348389453650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" height="140" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/RuSzmU91f1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/wyqtTpdtGC8/s320/P7250593.JPG" width="226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my little sister Emily. Most people would tend to disagree that we are sisters because we do not have the same parents; however, we are sisters. Emily is my mini-me. We laugh together, cry together, pray together, and just love being together. We had a discussion on the way home from lunch yesterday and decided very rarely, if ever do we get tired of one another. We shared a room for 15 wonderful &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/RuSpxU91fyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HFiJtG4l4VU/s1600-h/P6230537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108394542251736866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" height="165" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/RuSpxU91fyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HFiJtG4l4VU/s320/P6230537.JPG" width="254" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;months and not a night went by that I did not pray her for before falling asleep. She has a love for Jesus and it radiates from her every where she goes...in her smile, in her hug, in her nonstop laughter. She has a heart for serving the Lord. She accompanied me to work many days to care for Dennis, and after a few times she could have cared for him herself if it weren't for the fact that he &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/RuSzl091f0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/OoyKgPf-iRA/s1600-h/P5120407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108405339799519042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" height="177" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/RuSzl091f0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/OoyKgPf-iRA/s320/P5120407.JPG" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;is twice her size. She has wisdom and knowledge that exceeds that of an average eight year-old. She prays for her family, friends and neighbors that have not been saved. She has a way of tickling me and can make me giggle like no one else can. She loves to snuggle, desires one on one time and likes to hold hands (all things I love!) Emily, I love you darling. You are the best little sis. I still pray for you every night (Chesapeake reminds me to).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673096763845285779-2418232053334975153?l=ashrae1022.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrae1022.blogspot.com/feeds/2418232053334975153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673096763845285779&amp;postID=2418232053334975153' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673096763845285779/posts/default/2418232053334975153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673096763845285779/posts/default/2418232053334975153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrae1022.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-sister-emmy.html' title='My Sister Emmy'/><author><name>Ashly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849065158987346304</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://bp0.blogger.com/_0wOlW2XSTOU/RuSzmU91f1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/wyqtTpdtGC8/s72-c/P7250593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
