<?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-6953555265862935061</id><updated>2012-01-20T18:17:15.914-05:00</updated><category term='The begining'/><category term='Getting Schooled'/><category term='Helping Others'/><category term='Memorial Box Monday'/><category term='Sarah'/><category term='30th Birthday'/><category term='Thankful Thursday'/><category term='Mitchell'/><category term='Colton'/><category term='Sunday Snapshot'/><category term='Striving for Simplicity'/><category term='Cooking'/><category term='Healing'/><category term='God'/><category term='Adoption'/><category term='The Roe&apos;s Get Schooled'/><category term='Papaw Jack'/><category term='Love'/><category term='a'/><category term='Operation Giggle'/><category term='Giveaway'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Miracles'/><category term='Saving Money'/><title type='text'>Let love be genuine.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067324760731378405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TDpDWnhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/_cokoiCqlIQ/S220/July+7+2010+020.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953555265862935061.post-3980604969200324802</id><published>2012-01-20T08:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T08:10:00.538-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Love is as strong as death!</title><content type='html'>Song of Solomon 8:6 says &lt;br /&gt;"Set me as a seal upon your heart, &lt;br /&gt; As a seal upon your arm; &lt;br /&gt; For love is as strong as death, &lt;br /&gt; ﻿﻿Jealousy as ﻿cruel as ﻿﻿the grave; &lt;br /&gt; Its flames are flames of fire, &lt;br /&gt; ﻿A most vehement flame." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe this verse is a warning label. I think God wanted us to understand the power of Love over a human. I think he wanted His daughters; His Princess to understand we should be careful who we give our hearts to. When God created men and women he wired us up differently, for a purpose. He told us to be fruitful and multiply. That's a two step process, be fruitful, or produce, so he puts inside men a want for women, they are visual, they see a woman and they want to be fruitful. Now they are not animals and a man being led by Christ will learn to control themselves. But women were made for the 2nd part of God's order, multiply, what good would having children be if they never made it through the baby stage? God gave women the heart of a nurturer, we want to hold someone, we want to be held, we want relationship. We crave intimacy, if you are 18 and single or 45 and married you still have the same want. Someone who can't live without you, someone who values you above all else. you want to be wanted and loved. The problem is that this mindset often draws people to you that want you but don't love you, they see a need they can fill, "whoa baby, you want to be wanted well I for sure want you!" but if we fall for that and give ourself to that kind of person we will be crushed when they act surprised that you also expect love and relationship. They seem to easily walk away while that "Love as strong as death" rips you into. Oh girl I have been there been right in the middle of that mess. I once asked a man if he loved me and his response was "I love you because you love me so much and you've always been so good to me." that will just warm your heart won't it? Not I love you because I am a better person with you or because you are my soul mate or because you are the one God made for me. Nope, basically he loved me based on what I had, was, or would do for him. So any self respecting woman would have got the spirit of slap and rung his jaws and walked away but me, I thought...well at least he loves me. I wish I could go back in time and get the spirit of slap and smack some sense into my own head!! Let me make this simple, God is the only one who will ever love you the way that fulfills your soul. Now he may send you a Christian man that you can share your life with. And that man may fill a lot of needs but he will mess up, he'll come in from work and you will want to snuggle and he'll want to snore. He'll forget a birthday or say something that hurts your feelings. He's human but you should NEVER have to question his intentions, he should be there to be your partner and love you for the rest of your days ( Thank You Lord for Mitchell Roe my perfectly imperfect husband!) but he cannot complete you, he can't heal your heart from the misuse of those that came before him and he can never give you the true intimacy you desire ONLY GOD can fill that need!!! A few years ago I had my lightbulb moment and realized I was expecting my husband to fill roles made for Christ I can't begin to tell you how my heart changed when I straightened that out. Have I been perfect since then? No but I have recognized more quickly when setting my self up for a let down because of placing expectations on people who will never fill them. Jesus truly is the lover of my soul. He loves me for all the right reasons and since the day I said I do to him as a 13 year old girl he has never stopped holding me. Give your heart to Christ, it's the only place it will be safe. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953555265862935061-3980604969200324802?l=romans12-9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/feeds/3980604969200324802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2012/01/love-is-as-strong-as-death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/3980604969200324802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/3980604969200324802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2012/01/love-is-as-strong-as-death.html' title='Love is as strong as death!'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067324760731378405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TDpDWnhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/_cokoiCqlIQ/S220/July+7+2010+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953555265862935061.post-1055860505340386494</id><published>2011-06-10T13:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T13:50:23.760-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>Chicken Noodle Soup</title><content type='html'>I am home with Mitchell today and I just made a batch of my homemade Chicken Noodle Soup. It's a pretty basic recipe but I thought since I had some time on my hands I would post it so that if you don't have a Chicken Noodle Soup recipe of your own you can try this one next time someone is feeling under the weather...actually at our house we eat it when we are perfectly healthy too! Hope you enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 pkg boneless skinless chicken tenders&lt;br /&gt;1 large can chicken broth&lt;br /&gt;1 large (family size) can Camp*ells Cream of Chicken Soup&lt;br /&gt;5-6 large carrots (washed and peeled)&lt;br /&gt;1 large yellow onion diced&lt;br /&gt;5-6 thin stalks of celery (washed and sliced)&lt;br /&gt;Egg Noodles (My favorite is No Yolk's)&lt;br /&gt;Salt and Pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring a large pot of salted water to a boil&amp;nbsp;add in chicken and boil until cooked, remove from water and skim off any excess fat. Add in carrots, onion, and celery. Dice chicken and add in with vegetables. Stir in Cream of Chicken Soup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a separate pot pour in canned&amp;nbsp;Chicken Broth and bring to a boil, add in Egg Noodles and allow to cook until almost done, pour noodles and broth in with the chicken and vegetable mix. Salt and Pepper to taste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found that when I cook the egg noodles in with the veggies and chicken they tend to break down quickly and I don't like mushy noodles. :-)&amp;nbsp;So,&amp;nbsp;I wait and add them at the end and let the whole mix cook on low for about 10 minutes. This makes a huge pot of soup we will eat on it for days. Just reheat on the stove and add in a little more chicken broth as needed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful weekend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christ Alone, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953555265862935061-1055860505340386494?l=romans12-9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/feeds/1055860505340386494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2011/06/chicken-noodle-soup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/1055860505340386494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/1055860505340386494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2011/06/chicken-noodle-soup.html' title='Chicken Noodle Soup'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067324760731378405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TDpDWnhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/_cokoiCqlIQ/S220/July+7+2010+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953555265862935061.post-3291411605236536772</id><published>2011-06-09T22:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T22:40:27.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just the three of us!</title><content type='html'>Well it has been quite awhile since I posted but things have been very busy. We are now moved into the new house and we have been here for a few months now. It finally feels like home. I still have some decorating to do but all in all things have been wonderful here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my wonderful husband had Gallbladder surgery. I was thinking about how he has stood by me through so many surgeries. He has held my hand and prayed me through 2 C-Sections, an Ablation, a Hysterectomy, an Appendectomy, a Gallbladder Removal, and 2 back surgeries. If you are keeping count that would be 8. 8 times that he has kissed me bye as they rolled me into the OR. 8 times that he has sat in the waiting room and prayed that everything was ok. 8 times that the nurse called him in to the consultation room, 8 times that he's gotten good, bad and in between news from doctors. 8 times he has smiled at me as I opened my eyes in recovery, 8 times that he has fed me ice chips, and held my hair while I got sick (anesthesia and me are not friends.) 8 surgeries. 1 Amazing Man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today I was able to return the favor, I held his hand a prayed with him, I kissed him bye, I prayed while he was in the OR, I stood up when the nurse called for his family, I listened as the doctor told me everything went great, and as I smiled at him when he was opening his eyes in recovery I thought "Man, this is what LOVE really feels like!" Love is not a funny feeling you get when you see a man, Love is not flowers for no reason, or a big diamond ring. Love is knowing that we have each other. No matter what. It's me, Him and God. And that my friend is the perfect picture of true love. Just the three of us. To hear more about what LOVE is go visit my Dad's new blog &lt;a href="http://lastwordministries.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://lastwordministries.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; if you visit leave a comment and let him know I sent you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christ Alone, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherri D. Roe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953555265862935061-3291411605236536772?l=romans12-9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/feeds/3291411605236536772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2011/06/just-three-of-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/3291411605236536772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/3291411605236536772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2011/06/just-three-of-us.html' title='Just the three of us!'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067324760731378405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TDpDWnhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/_cokoiCqlIQ/S220/July+7+2010+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953555265862935061.post-8582525978799501367</id><published>2011-02-23T10:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T10:06:48.958-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God Amazes Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FXytzUNgdi8/TWUMA2re-4I/AAAAAAAAA8g/uUbGhBlJOEY/s1600/060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FXytzUNgdi8/TWUMA2re-4I/AAAAAAAAA8g/uUbGhBlJOEY/s320/060.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I posted a few days ago about our new house. We had been looking for houses and just hadn't found anything we loved...well we went to this house and when we walked in Mitch and I just looked at each other and knew...we knew it was ours. We went through the downstairs and upstairs. Then Mitch and the kids went into the back yard and I was standing in the entryway praying...just asking God for His will to be done and for us not to get ahead of him. All of a sudden the Holy Spirit came over me and I started to cry and I felt the Holy Spirit speak to me in that still small voice...about the bonus room...off of my bedroom. I felt the Holy Spirit say that room would be my NURSERY! God has called us to rescue orphans and I will bring children home to that room, that will be the room I rock babies to sleep in, that will be the room I watch them sleep in...that will be the room that my future children come home to. I just about had a fit. I had only been looking at 3 bedroom homes and had looked at the Bonus Room and thought oh that would be a nice office...never crossed my mind...God is amazing...He amazes me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953555265862935061-8582525978799501367?l=romans12-9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/feeds/8582525978799501367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2011/02/god-amazes-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/8582525978799501367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/8582525978799501367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2011/02/god-amazes-me.html' title='God Amazes Me!'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067324760731378405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TDpDWnhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/_cokoiCqlIQ/S220/July+7+2010+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FXytzUNgdi8/TWUMA2re-4I/AAAAAAAAA8g/uUbGhBlJOEY/s72-c/060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953555265862935061.post-2652025712144747490</id><published>2011-02-20T09:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T09:57:08.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A prayer answered!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UqPaLvG6rKE/TWEnqqimrbI/AAAAAAAAA7w/u0rGzGWfbuw/s1600/066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UqPaLvG6rKE/TWEnqqimrbI/AAAAAAAAA7w/u0rGzGWfbuw/s200/066.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;So I have prayed for several years about a home...a home that we could add to our family in, a home that we had room to move around in...but that dream seemed FAR away. I figured we would just have to be satisfied with our little rental house for quite awhile. Not that I am complaining. It is warm and dry and charming...but it is small. So when we recently started looking at a few homes for lease or with a rent to own type contract I honestly was not very hopeful about finding something we liked for a price we could afford...and with terms that would make us hopeful of owning the place ...someday. Well God just showed out...we found a home that we fell in love with but I still didn't believe we would be approved...well guess what...we prayed HARD and asked God to only give us the home if it was HIS will for us. If not just to protect us from ourselves and not let the application be approved. Well folks we got the call and we were APPROVED!! So we have been in major packing mode for the last week. We will be moving next Saturday...so this is my last Sunday morning in my little rental home...next week I will be waking up in a place that I didn't even believe possible just a few weeks ago! Praise the Lord for all of His goodness!!! Here are some pics of the empty house...Hopefully I will have pics of it with all of our stuff in it shortly! 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&lt;br /&gt;I feel like this verse was written for me. If you read the chapter surrounding this verse you will see a list of things done in "the dark" and a warning to stay away from those things. Then the Bible tells us that when anything is exposed and brought to the light it becomes visible.&amp;nbsp;It is no longer hidden, it can be dealt with.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Well for a few months I went to sleep. I just laid down and took a nap...in the dark. But here is the issue when you have been in the light you will never be satisfied with&amp;nbsp;the dark.&amp;nbsp;I got sidetracked. I had two surgeries,last time I thought&amp;nbsp;or prayed about adoption it was summertime the August heat was upon us and I was praying for a job that I could get insurance with so that I could be sure that all of our children were taken care of medically. Then I got the job. Before I knew it&amp;nbsp;Halloween came, Thanksgiving came, Christmas came, New Years came, &amp;nbsp;and here I am 6 months down the road, we haven't applied for adoption, we have no money saved, and out there somewhere there is a child (or there will be a child) that God picked just for us and we have done nothing about it. I have even said a few times...well since my surgery I don't know that I could handle another child. I also said my kids are older and easier now I don't know if I want another child. Ugly isn't it. Human nature. The want to be comfortable, the want to do what's easy, the want to do what every one else does...but it's not enough. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 24:10 If you faint in the day of adversity, your strength is small. 11 Rescue those who are being taken away to death; hold back those who are stumbling to the slaughter.12 If you say, "Behold, we did not know this,"&amp;nbsp;does not he who&amp;nbsp;weighs the heart perceive it? Does not he who keeps watch over your soul know it, and will he not repay man according to his work? &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;When I read that scripture I can't stand myself...If anyone was ever taken away to death...it would be the orphans. Maybe not all of them are in immediate danger of physical death but I went to Ch*na, I looked into the faces of children without a family, trust me they are dying inside. They need a Mom and Dad. They need a home. They need love. And I need to obey. Please pray for our family. We have to make some decisions, sooner rather than later...I don't want another&amp;nbsp;6 months to pass, I don't want to fall asleep. I want to be wide awake and busy about my Father's business. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;In Christ Alone, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953555265862935061-3877779977446175703?l=romans12-9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/feeds/3877779977446175703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2011/02/awake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/3877779977446175703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/3877779977446175703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2011/02/awake.html' title='Awake.'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067324760731378405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TDpDWnhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/_cokoiCqlIQ/S220/July+7+2010+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953555265862935061.post-8402433330057989533</id><published>2011-01-25T00:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T00:45:03.005-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Little is much when God is in it!</title><content type='html'>41 And he sat down opposite the treasury and watched the people putting money into the offering box. Many rich people put in large sums. 42 And a poor widow came and put in two small copper coins, which make a penny. 43 And he called his disciples to him and said to them, “Truly, I say to you, this poor widow has put in more than all those who are contributing to the offering box. 44 For they all contributed out of their abundance, but she out of her poverty has put in everything she had, all she had to live on.” Mark 12:41-44&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of The Widow's Offering. I have read it several times but today I want to concentrate on a few words in the 44th verse. "but she out of her poverty has put in everything she had, all she had to live on." I figured out what she gave and in today's time she would have given about $1.86. Not much is it? Well Jesus thought it was something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God showed out today in my life, he taught me a lesson, one that I have to lay my Pride down and tell you about. I have been in places of abundance in my life and I have given "large" (in my world anything over $100 is large...lol. We are rich people but just not as far as the bank is concerned!) amounts to causes that God has laid on my heart. I have to admit&amp;nbsp;it hasn't really made that much of a difference...didn't mean that much...didn't cost me alot...I still had plenty. But these days things are different. Because of my 2 surgeries in the last 4 months and because I am out of work on Short Term Disability and because Christmas was last month, and because our tax return is going to be non-existent this year...well we just don't have a&amp;nbsp;lot of money to give these days. Don't get me wrong, God has supplied every need. We have food to eat, gas in our cars, money for things the kids need, we just don't have a lot of money left over at the end of the month...or at the end of the week some weeks. But that is fine. God taught me a long time ago to be satisfied with little or with much. Sometimes my sweet husband gets a little miffed that I don't worry about finances but I just can't worry. God has taken care of me time and time again. I can't help but trust Him! Anyway like I said right now is NOT a time when we have a lot of money to give but today God gave us a chance not once but twice to give out of our "need" (I use that word in quotations because the situation I am in is NOT poverty as the verse says, to most of the world they would consider themselves rich to have the exact same resources as I have...it is just a place of need compared to where we have been when I was healthy and working 40 hours a week.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to tell you how he let us give because I think it's better not to let the left hand know what the right hand is doing but God worked things out so that we were able to give abundantly even when we did not have an abundance of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one situation I was aware of the need and I longed to help. It was for a great cause and my heart just "gets" the people I wanted to give to. I was on my way to the doctor today and I was telling my husband I want to help them. I want to give I wish we had it to give. By the time I got home God had shown me a way to give and as I write this post that family has benefited from what God gave me to do. God's word is true and when we make the desires of our heart line up with His will He will make those desires come to pass! I just can't stop praising Him! Thank You God for being able to use nothing and turn it into something!! Remember LITTLE IS MUCH WHEN GOD IS IN IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christ Alone, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I want to say one more thing...God showed me last night that I had a bit of an addiction to my IP*d touch and to my Fac*book account, He convicted me and I decided to fast from both for 24 hours. I truly believe that I would have missed both of my chances if I had my focus on that IP*d and Fac*book all day. I am not saying that using those things are a sin, I am just saying sometimes we need to see how much time we are spending on that stuff compared to how much time we are spending in God's word and ministering to His people. I am going to make sure that I keep my time in check. I don't want to be addicted to anything except Christ, His Word, His People, and His Presence! Just thought someone else might need to hear that as well! God Bless!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953555265862935061-8402433330057989533?l=romans12-9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/feeds/8402433330057989533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2011/01/little-is-much-when-god-is-in-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/8402433330057989533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/8402433330057989533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2011/01/little-is-much-when-god-is-in-it.html' title='Little is much when God is in it!'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067324760731378405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TDpDWnhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/_cokoiCqlIQ/S220/July+7+2010+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953555265862935061.post-6072464783493216718</id><published>2011-01-18T00:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T00:43:50.395-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Healing'/><title type='text'>So it's been awhile!!!</title><content type='html'>Hi bloggy world! I have been away for awhile but I visited one blog tonight and found myself clicking on another, and another...and before I knew it my heart was overflowing and my fingers needed to type. You girls do that to me. Seeing God in you makes me a better person. I sure love you guys!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will spend a few minutes telling you what has been going on around here since the last time I wrote...which was September 9th! Wow I haven't written in over 3 months...time flies when you are having surgery I guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in October I had some sickness and ended up needing my Gallbladder out, I was out of work for about a month and then went back to work and worked until the first of December. I had an MRI and as some of you may know I have had back problems for years and years. I fell about 4 years ago and ruptured a few disk's in my back. I had one surgery about three years ago and things had been going fine then about 8 months ago I started having lots of pain in my left leg. I had a new MRI in November and we found out I had a HUGE disk rupture my nerves were in bad shape, I had began to lose use of my left leg and my doctor worried that I would lose control of my bladder and other bodily functions...so less than a week after the doctor saw the MRI I had a back fusion. This is a huge deal since I am just 30. I now have 4 screws and 2 rods and a mesh "fake disk" in my back. I have been out of work for over a month now and my doctor estimates that it will still be at least 2 to 3 more months before I am able to go back. Thank God for Short Term Disability and for a wonderful husband who has taken care of me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been rough we went through Christmas with me barley able to sit and it was hard not to be able to do the things I always do for Christmas. But God provided and we improvised and everything worked out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say I have been a little bummed because of the outlook that I have been given with the steel in my back. I won't be able to bend as easily and I really can't be &lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;lifting or carrying anything or anyone...this makes the idea of adopting seem a little far fetched but I know all things are possible through Christ and I look forward to being surprised by exactly what I am able to do after my healing is complete. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will continue to try and catch up with everyone..I hope that you are all well! God Bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christ Alone, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953555265862935061-6072464783493216718?l=romans12-9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/feeds/6072464783493216718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-its-been-awhile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/6072464783493216718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/6072464783493216718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-its-been-awhile.html' title='So it&apos;s been awhile!!!'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067324760731378405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TDpDWnhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/_cokoiCqlIQ/S220/July+7+2010+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953555265862935061.post-151450392446889473</id><published>2010-09-09T09:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T09:56:03.837-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Helping Others'/><title type='text'>Operation Giggle</title><content type='html'>Operation Giggle is in full swing! Please visit the blog at &lt;a href="http://operationgiggle.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://operationgiggle.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; to learn more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christ Alone, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953555265862935061-151450392446889473?l=romans12-9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/feeds/151450392446889473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/09/operation-giggle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/151450392446889473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/151450392446889473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/09/operation-giggle.html' title='Operation Giggle'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067324760731378405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TDpDWnhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/_cokoiCqlIQ/S220/July+7+2010+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953555265862935061.post-6401872501027212832</id><published>2010-08-30T22:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T22:10:09.692-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memorial Box Monday'/><title type='text'>Memorial Box Monday: Writing on the Wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a &lt;span="" class="goog-spellcheck-word" href="http://www.blogger.com/" style="background: yellow;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://aplacecalledsimplicity.blogspot.com/search/label/Memorial%20Box"&gt;&lt;img height="195" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/membox.jpg" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;One day I was having a particularly down day. My love tank was on the south side of empty and I honestly just didn't feel very great about myself. I was having a bad hair week, my clothes felt all wrong, I had realized I put on a couple of pounds...just felt like YUCK. Know what I mean?! Well I called my husband, hoping to get a little pep talk and when I started &lt;strike&gt;whining&lt;/strike&gt; talking to him about how I felt he pretty much told me to get over it...he was busy at work and I think he just didn't feel like dealing with an emotional wife at the moment. Well I decided to stop by a store that I loved and I parallel parked and sat in my car and started praying. I just spilled my guts to God about how awful I felt and I asked Him to please help me feel better about things. I got out of the car and I happened to glance up and I saw this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/THxjoR_tTcI/AAAAAAAAAjs/n7dwuPYsNc4/s1600/Hello!.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/THxjoR_tTcI/AAAAAAAAAjs/n7dwuPYsNc4/s320/Hello!.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart skipped a beat...who wrote that? How did someone get up that high to write it? I know you can't tell from the picture but this is very high...I was holding my phone up over my head to get this. I'll never know what human hand wrote this or why&amp;nbsp;but it sure felt like a message straight from my Heavenly Father to me and I suddenly didn't feel quite so frumpy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how God knows just what we need and He cares enough to provide it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to print off this picture and put it in my Memorial Box to remind me that even on my ugliest days God sees the beauty of what I can be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953555265862935061-6401872501027212832?l=romans12-9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/feeds/6401872501027212832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/08/memorial-box-monday-writing-on-wall.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/6401872501027212832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/6401872501027212832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/08/memorial-box-monday-writing-on-wall.html' title='Memorial Box Monday: Writing on the Wall'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067324760731378405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TDpDWnhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/_cokoiCqlIQ/S220/July+7+2010+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/THxjoR_tTcI/AAAAAAAAAjs/n7dwuPYsNc4/s72-c/Hello!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953555265862935061.post-2758023370706609528</id><published>2010-08-25T22:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T22:22:38.732-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>THE MOST IMPORTANT THING!</title><content type='html'>God is so real. I know that seems like such a silly statement. But the REALITY of HIM is so wonderful that it has me breathless. His Spirit is such a rich wealth. I know sometimes I take it for granted but where HIS SPIRIT is there are healing, freedom, salvation, power, and so much more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been listening to an online service and even though I am sitting in my bedroom. I can feel the Holy Spirit all over me. It is everything I can do to keep myself sitting here at these keys. In the service I am watching there was just a soul saved. The Spirit of God is THE MOST IMPORTANT thing we can have in today’s church and sadly it is the one thing that is THE MOST LEFT OUT. We come in at an appointed time, we have our appointed prayer, our appointed songs, our appointed message and we go back to our appointed cars and drive to our appointed homes. The problem is that we need less appointment and more anointment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God would rather that we have one anointed service that HIS SPIRIT is the MAIN ATTRACTION at than a weeks worth of perfectly planned productions. I am convinced that it is up to us. The sons and daughters of God to show this world that they are missing something and it’s not there name on a church role, it’s GOD’S SPIRIT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will never come to church just because we have so much fun, they will never come because our program is so well put together. The thing that will bring hungry hearts to Christ is to allow our own hearts to be come ravenous for CHRIST and HIS SPIRIT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we must FEED on the WORD of God and allow HIS WORD to shape who we are. I know that God is doing some reshaping in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me LORD! MAKE ME DISAPPEAR! I want anyone who looks on me to only see YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953555265862935061-2758023370706609528?l=romans12-9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/feeds/2758023370706609528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/08/most-important-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/2758023370706609528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/2758023370706609528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/08/most-important-thing.html' title='THE MOST IMPORTANT THING!'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067324760731378405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TDpDWnhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/_cokoiCqlIQ/S220/July+7+2010+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953555265862935061.post-7213900976536522396</id><published>2010-08-24T11:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T11:47:53.329-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Roe&apos;s Get Schooled'/><title type='text'>Transitioning...again.</title><content type='html'>Hello! I haven't blogged in awhile but I NEED to blog today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is great but busy. I got my new position at work, PRAISE THE LORD! I needed insurance so I can get my health concerns under control and now I am going to be able to do so. However I am having to work 40 hours min per week. Couple this with homeschool and my health problems and I have been stretched VERY thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been homeschooling since July and we honestly have had a ball so far. Don't get me wrong it is SUCH a challenge but it has been so much fun. That is why the decision I am facing is b.r.e.a.k.i.n.g me. I know God led me to homeschool. I felt it so strongly and I still feel such a great need to educate my children. However I am not super woman and I am putting in some MAJOR hours right now at work. I honestly have no choice. I need back surgery that means I need insurance and my job is the only way to provide that insurance. I have prayed so hard about all of this and I feel very defeated at the idea of "giving in" and putting my children back in school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only sense I can make of it is that God wants me to take a more active role in my children's education. I plan on still teaching the Science portion of our curriculum because I know they are not learning about creation at school and it is my job to teach them the truth. I have also developed a new love of reading with my children that will continue no matter what I decided to do. We have also made daily bible study priority and I want that to continue as well. But is that enough? Is that enough to satisfy the longing God has given me to teach these children? I am not sure. But I do know that my plate is full and the last thing I want is my children's education suffering because of something I have done or not done. Opinions, comments, and general chatter are welcome but please be gentle and kind...even if your opinion is that I am making a huge mistake say it in love. I want to hear what you guys think. Is there anyone out there that supplements what the schools teach...how is that working for you?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also please pray for my children the school they were going to is very crowded and has lost a few teachers so we may have to make a switch to a new school. They are both ok with it but I am worried about how they will fit in. Please pray for my family during this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christ Alone, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953555265862935061-7213900976536522396?l=romans12-9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/feeds/7213900976536522396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/08/transitioningagain.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/7213900976536522396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/7213900976536522396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/08/transitioningagain.html' title='Transitioning...again.'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067324760731378405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TDpDWnhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/_cokoiCqlIQ/S220/July+7+2010+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953555265862935061.post-2140349972704905798</id><published>2010-07-25T18:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T18:51:50.025-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Healing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Roe&apos;s Get Schooled'/><title type='text'>Hello Friends!</title><content type='html'>* insert quiet clearing throat sound here* Umm Hello bloggy friends, I have missed you guys. I love you all. I have been on-line for a little while catching up with some of you, reading your blogs, looking at your pictures, and feeling very ashamed of myself. You see part of my calling is to pray for those like-minded people who are adopting or have adopted or will adopt but I have been kinda in love with my flesh, and blinded by my pet sins for a few weeks. I have sort of been in limbo. As I have told you before to read your stories and to follow your journeys has a tendency to make my heart bleed quite a bit and I decided to take a break but unconfessed sin is still sin and an unfulfilled calling is still a calling and things have been pretty miserable here in the land of disobedience so I think I better get off my kester and do a little something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't visit bloggyland as often because I homeschool 20 hours a week and work 30 hours a week outside the home but I can visit for a few minutes every day and I can spend a couple of minutes blogging. I can let people in...matter of fact I need to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back, that I firmly believe God touched and healed, has begun to give me fits again. My left leg is completely numb and my left knee is in bad shape. I am in MAJOR pain and I have an appointment with my the surgeon who did my first surgery on Wednesday. Please pray about all of this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are leaving for a MUCH needed vacation on Thursday and I know that this will lift my spirits, being at the ocean is always a time of soul searching and renewal for me. It reminds me of my BIG huge GOD and I really need that now. I am going to go catch up with a few more of you and then start to pack. Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;In Christ Alone, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953555265862935061-2140349972704905798?l=romans12-9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/feeds/2140349972704905798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/07/hello-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/2140349972704905798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/2140349972704905798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/07/hello-friends.html' title='Hello Friends!'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067324760731378405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TDpDWnhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/_cokoiCqlIQ/S220/July+7+2010+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953555265862935061.post-9017245485567314758</id><published>2010-07-21T07:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T07:31:41.788-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Roe&apos;s Get Schooled'/><title type='text'>I'm still here!</title><content type='html'>Things have took a turn toward busy and I haven't been in bloggy land much lately but I thought I would check in. I have started a new position that lasts until October 1st. I am homeschooling from 8-12 and working from 1:30-8. With the two hours of driving I have to do to get to work and back that means I am going for over 13 hours...so I am pretty tired and I normally fall into bed before I even think about blogging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very hard to get everything done right now but I keep telling myself I can do anything for three months, RIGHT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received some bad news from the doctor a few weeks ago. My back has another pinched nerve and I am losing feeling in my left foot and leg. I need another surgery but I am uninsured right now. I am going to call a local hospital today and see if there is anything they can do for me there. Please keep this situation in your prayers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homeschool is going great and I am very surprised with how quickly the kids are picking up on things. I will tell you it is the hardest, most rewarding thing I have ever done. Maybe I can post more about that later. Hope everyone is well! God Bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953555265862935061-9017245485567314758?l=romans12-9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/feeds/9017245485567314758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-still-here.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/9017245485567314758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/9017245485567314758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m still here!'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067324760731378405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TDpDWnhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/_cokoiCqlIQ/S220/July+7+2010+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953555265862935061.post-7279616628850628222</id><published>2010-06-16T00:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T09:30:14.146-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30th Birthday'/><title type='text'>Oh No, The big 3-0!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TBhYUY0gZYI/AAAAAAAAAi8/1oKaew458e0/s1600/warning_turning_30_sticker-p217624691597449080qjcl_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TBhYUY0gZYI/AAAAAAAAAi8/1oKaew458e0/s320/warning_turning_30_sticker-p217624691597449080qjcl_400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;3 weeks…21 days…482 minutes…28920 seconds…no matter how you measure it the truth is I am less than a month away from July 7, 2010. On that day I will turn 30 years old. Yes ladies and gents&amp;nbsp;3 decades have came and went since the doctor smacked my behind on that hot July day. I know, I know, to you folks who have passed this milestone already this may seem like a little blip on the screen in the grand scheme of things but I am not looking forward to it. And as the song almost says, It’s my blog and I can whine if I want to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean if I really start dissecting it, outta all the options, turning 30 is the best option I’ve got. The other option involves the bread truck crossing the center line, lighting striking me, or eating my weight in Krispy Kreme’s and having some type of diabetic seizure. As appealing as that Hot and Fresh sign may be, I will choose to keep my ticker ticking and wake up on 7-7-2010 to see what the day may hold. I am not sure what it is about this TRIPLE DECADE birthday that has me so bummed out. I mean if I did a check list of things that matter in life I would say I am doing pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salvation (Check)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationship with God (Check on His part…halfhearted lately on mine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Marriage (Check)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful Kids (Check)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job I Love (Check)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comfortable Home (Check) (well it’s not ours yet but it belongs to our family and the rent keeps me at home at least part time!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dependable Car (sort of a half a check…depending on the day…it’s working today so I will give it a) (Check)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Friends (Check)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Family (Check they are great and crazy all at once!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Good Health (No check here…this is one thing that has me bummed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look at it on paper I think things are pretty umm…groovy (to use a word from the decade I was conceived in). But I am a little uneasy lately. I know part of it is this adoption journey God has put us on…things aren’t moving at the speed I want and that is just plain frustrating. I mean with my last baby I decided I wanted to have another …we had a little fun…(my Moms will die when they read that…lol…so just for them let me say we had a LOT of fun  ) and then after a month or so I was expecting. There was no question in my mind; in 9 months there would be a baby. God protected me and my sweet boy and that is just what happened. No biggie. But with this I don’t have a guarantee (not that I really did with my other two I was just blissfully stupid.) I don’t have a baby bump (not that I could find it under the baby weight from the 10 and 7 year old…yes that is what I still call it…WHAT?! Don’t judge me!! Anyway I have just never walked this way before and I am not the most patient person in the world (which would be why God also picked now to call me to HOMESCHOOL) and things are just S-L-O-W!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well with that, and with the fact that my health isn’t great and I need to loose weight to feel better, all I really want to do is sit down with a bag of dove bars and Funny Girl on DVD and make all of my problems go away. This birthday just has me feeling sort of BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I come to you my fellow bloggy sisters (and brothers)…have you had a hard birthday in the past? What did you do to cheer yourself up?! Is it better to party or hide? My mom is planning on taking me out of town the weekend before so I don’t think I have a choice there. Also my birthday is on a Wednesday, any ideas for how the kids and I can make the day fun and make me feel a little less like being the first woman to die from my tongue getting caught in my Kitchen Aid Mixer set on high to mix Double Fudge Brownies?! What’s a girl to do to make 30 feel a little less like the top of the hill and a little more like the dawn of a new decade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953555265862935061-7279616628850628222?l=romans12-9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/feeds/7279616628850628222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-no-big-3-0.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/7279616628850628222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/7279616628850628222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-no-big-3-0.html' title='Oh No, The big 3-0!'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067324760731378405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TDpDWnhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/_cokoiCqlIQ/S220/July+7+2010+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TBhYUY0gZYI/AAAAAAAAAi8/1oKaew458e0/s72-c/warning_turning_30_sticker-p217624691597449080qjcl_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953555265862935061.post-5317090348788960081</id><published>2010-06-13T21:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T21:27:39.169-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Snapshot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Sunday Snapshot: My Moms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not every girl is blessed to have two Moms in their lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TBWDh3dbJUI/AAAAAAAAAis/Wmvb8kMV-Ac/s1600/IMG_1341.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TBWDh3dbJUI/AAAAAAAAAis/Wmvb8kMV-Ac/s320/IMG_1341.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My Mom and "Other Dad" Helen and Andy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The one who birthed me is Helen and she is fun loving, giving, and feisty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She wiped my nose and put band aids on my boo boo's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She held my hair when I got sick after my first drink (and yelled at me while I had a headache...and cooked food and made me eat it...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She dried my tears when my first boyfriend, Thomas, broke my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She loves me unconditionally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is my Mom and I love her very much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I guess God knew that I was a special case and when I was 15 years old my parents divorced and about six months later my Dad started dating Darlene. Eleven years ago Friday she became my "Other Mother" (We hate the term Step-Mother you stand on a step, you love a Mother!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TBWDijafZ6I/AAAAAAAAAi0/ddnZxQJdsmY/s1600/scan0003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TBWDijafZ6I/AAAAAAAAAi0/ddnZxQJdsmY/s320/scan0003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My Dad and "Other Mom" Jack and Darlene&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lene became my friend first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She took me places and listened when I talked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She ran interference with my Dad for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She wiped my tears when my last boyfriend; before my husband man came along; broke my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She treats me as if I were her biological child. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She loves me unconditionally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is my Mom and I love her very much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Both of my Moms love my children, they kiss their boo boo's and they wipe their noses. They hold their hair when they are sick. They cook for us; they pray for us, they are amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Moms are so different. They have different interests and hobbies, they have different tastes in music, they have different styles in clothes, but they are both gifts from God and I praise His name everyday for seeing fit to bless me with two Moms. He blessed me with a great set of Dad's as well but father’s day will be here soon so I will save that post till then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953555265862935061-5317090348788960081?l=romans12-9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/feeds/5317090348788960081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/06/sunday-snapshot-my-moms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/5317090348788960081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/5317090348788960081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/06/sunday-snapshot-my-moms.html' title='Sunday Snapshot: My Moms'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067324760731378405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TDpDWnhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/_cokoiCqlIQ/S220/July+7+2010+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TBWDh3dbJUI/AAAAAAAAAis/Wmvb8kMV-Ac/s72-c/IMG_1341.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953555265862935061.post-2060144168052089505</id><published>2010-06-13T00:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T00:22:26.313-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Striving for Simplicity'/><title type='text'>Saturday:Striving for Simplicity</title><content type='html'>Oh wow it's 11:55 p.m. I guess since I am starting this post before midnight I can let it count for my Saturday Striving for Simplicity post! &lt;br /&gt;One thing that I feel has made our life a little simpler is that we decided to cut our cable off. I know I know I once was a girl that had NEVER been without at least 60 channels but when I lost my job over 3 years ago we knew some things would have to go and that was one of the things we couldn't fit into our budget. Honestly I still do miss having Food Network and I miss being able to watch all of the football games that we love but if there is a game we really want to see we can always go to a family members and I can watch Food Network on-line. I have noticed that I am MUCH more productive without cable. We still have our local channels but once our news goes off I normally turn the TV off. I think that not having 24 hours of cartoons to watch forces the kids to find ways to entertain themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am working part time again we have only talked about turning cable back on once and we quickly decided against it. For now we have PLENTY to keep busy with and I am afraid that we would get nothing done if we had too many choices for entertainment. Plus we have time to do things that we didn't do before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that we do that I absolutely love is we eat dinner around the table every.single.day. This gives us a chance to talk about our day and just take a breather from everything else. We have been getting interrupted by the phone a lot lately, maybe I'll start turning the ringer off...who knows! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a great weekend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christ Alone,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953555265862935061-2060144168052089505?l=romans12-9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/feeds/2060144168052089505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/06/saturdaystriving-for-simplicity.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/2060144168052089505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/2060144168052089505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/06/saturdaystriving-for-simplicity.html' title='Saturday:Striving for Simplicity'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067324760731378405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TDpDWnhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/_cokoiCqlIQ/S220/July+7+2010+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953555265862935061.post-2504385689280044635</id><published>2010-06-12T13:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T13:02:03.990-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saving Money'/><title type='text'>CVSing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So this was my first trip "CVSing" and I think I did pretty good for a newbie! I had a few things I needed like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Soap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Shampoo&lt;/div&gt;Windex&lt;br /&gt;Candles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the kids needed batteries for the Wii so I got all of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TBO8mXbLwSI/AAAAAAAAAik/g0xWA_r4KAw/s1600/CVSing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TBO8mXbLwSI/AAAAAAAAAik/g0xWA_r4KAw/s320/CVSing.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;for $20 regularly it would have been a little over $33 so with coupons and Extra Care Bucks I saved $13. I know I will get better as time goes on but I was pretty excited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I also went to Food Lion and got two bottles of Whisk laundry detergent, a pack of lunch meat and some peanut butter it would have been $18 plus change normally and it was $10.55.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So I saved $21 and got stuff we needed anyway!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just thought I would share!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953555265862935061-2504385689280044635?l=romans12-9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/feeds/2504385689280044635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/06/cvsing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/2504385689280044635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/2504385689280044635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/06/cvsing.html' title='CVSing'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067324760731378405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TDpDWnhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/_cokoiCqlIQ/S220/July+7+2010+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TBO8mXbLwSI/AAAAAAAAAik/g0xWA_r4KAw/s72-c/CVSing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953555265862935061.post-7039166165171958162</id><published>2010-06-11T14:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T16:03:14.431-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Between THE Rock and a weak place.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wanted something so badly that you could taste it? I mean have you ever longed for something in a way that hurt your heart? Have you thought about something until it consumed your every waking minute? Have you planned and dreamed and prayed about one thing until you are completely empty? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;sure have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today it feels like too much. My soul longs for another child. I know there are needy children out there I know they need a home, my heart knows that my family is not complete. My arms ache to rock a little one to sleep, my hands long to wash little clothes, but most of all my soul longs for another child to call my own. I can't really explain why. For years I said I was finished. I have two wonderful children and my life is full of wonderful minutes spent taking care of them. I know God had to allow me to think I was finished so that I would make the medical decisions necessary for me to be able to live my life and not just go through the motions. I also know that if I had been able to have more children on my own I would not have thought about adoption as readily. Over the last two years God has clearly shown me that adoption is in our future. I know that I will have at least one more child and I know that it is just a matter of timing but lately I have been feeling very...jaded, I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all my husband is SO practical. That trait has served us well since I am all about dreaming big and without him reigning me back in I would have made some very foolish decisions over the years. However it is not easy for someone that is so practical to look at the numbers behind adding another child to your family and then say, "I don't know where the $15k will come from but God will provide." That is just out of his comfort zone. I know that he trusts God but that kind of monetary commitment is not something he makes lightheartedly. Unfortunately this has left me feeling as if I need to "convince" him that we should adopt. Please know that my husband is a great man, a wonderful father, and a devoted husband and I know he only has our family’s best interest at heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just to be honest it is a really big load to carry. Some days I do not feel like I am capable of adopting a child, some days I am tired and ill. Some days I am frustrated with my children, some days I have laundry pilled up and I can not fathom the ideal of adding another child’s laundry to it. Some days I think about the fact that my son will be 18 in 11 years and I will be finished mothering small children and then I think about adding a newborn to the mix in about a year and I think oh wow that means I will have 19 more years of mothering. Sometimes I just don't want to be positive about this whole process. Maybe I don't know where the money will come from, maybe I don't know how we will raise three children, and maybe I don't know how we will pay for college for three kids. MAYBE I DON'T HAVE ALL THE ANSWERS. Maybe I need to be convinced to adopt...only there is no one to do that. But, I cannot get away from James 1:27 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Religion that is pure and undefiled before God, the Father, is this: to visit orphans and widows in their affliction and to keep oneself unstained from the world.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot get away from the Holy Spirit's leading; I cannot get away from God's plan. And honestly I don't want to get away from any of it. I have walked contrary to His Word before and I know where it got me Shipwrecked, Messed Up, Stressed Out. I want to be what He wants me to be. It's just that today I feel like he called the wrong girl. Today I feel that He meant to call someone else, someone healthier, someone richer, someone better with money, someone who has it all together. That's not me. But He knows me and He doesn't make mistakes so I guess the only thing left to be adjusted is my attitude. Please pray for me dear bloggy friends. I need Him to be STRONG in my weak places.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953555265862935061-7039166165171958162?l=romans12-9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/feeds/7039166165171958162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/06/between-rock-and-weak-place.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/7039166165171958162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/7039166165171958162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/06/between-rock-and-weak-place.html' title='Between THE Rock and a weak place.'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067324760731378405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TDpDWnhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/_cokoiCqlIQ/S220/July+7+2010+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953555265862935061.post-2674362233923460736</id><published>2010-06-07T08:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T08:37:44.928-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memorial Box Monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Memorial Box Monday: A Kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://aplacecalledsimplicity.blogspot.com/search/label/Memorial%20Box"&gt;&lt;img height="195" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/membox.jpg" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;My Memorial Box Monday post is just a simple little story that some might find silly but I believe that God is into the details of my life and I believe that he knows just what I need and he takes pleasure in providing it for me, when he deems it appropriate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TAzlhiRp9mI/AAAAAAAAAiE/psfm8ZMpcEI/s1600/Raymond.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TAzlhiRp9mI/AAAAAAAAAiE/psfm8ZMpcEI/s320/Raymond.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When my children were smaller my husband worked some crazy hours he worked 12 hour shifts three or four days in a row. He worked midnights 5:45 p.m. till 6 a.m. it was so hard to take care of the kids and work and do all of the other things I was doing and often after three or four days of only seeing him for 15 minutes before work and having the kids alone I was struggling. One week he was working Monday-Thursday and it was Wednesday and I was on my way home from a long hard day at work, I had only seen him in passing the three days before and I knew that I was just going to pass him on his way out the door and then I would have to get the kids ready, do supper, and get to church all in less than two hours and I was feeling VERY overwhelmed. I was driving across town on my way home and I was just pouring my heart out to God. I was talking to him like I would my earthly father and I was crying and just telling him that I was overwhelmed, and tired, and lonely. I told him I felt like no one understood and like no one cared. It was a low moment for me. I was hurting, and tired, I needed a pick me up. Well my Wonderful Jesus knew just what I needed. I was driving in front of the courthouse downtown and I got caught by a red light. I looked over at the courthouse and I saw my friend Raymond. Raymond is in his mid to late 60's he goes to the church I went to at the time and he is precious (That is him in the picture). He always says "God loves you, just let him." He is just so precious and I love him with all of my heart. Since both of my grandfathers have passed Raymond is my stand in. He always gives me a smile and a hug and I just think the world of him. Well on that day I looked over and I saw Raymond and I waved and he waved and all of a sudden Raymond did something out of character for him. You see Raymond is a great guy but he is a "Man's Man" he likes to fish, and he holds an elected position in our county and he is not a man that just goes around being silly, but standing on the middle of the Courthouse square, Raymond put his hand to his lips and blew me the sweetest kiss you ever saw. At first it kinda surprised me, like I said Raymond isn't the blowing kisses sort but he sure did blow me a kiss. The second I saw it I felt the Holy Spirit come over me and I heard my precious savior whisper, "That kiss was from me." Then the Holy Spirit began to flood my soul with scripture that told of God's great love and mercy. I knew at that moment that even though things were not easy and I was in a difficult time, He was with me. The Lover of my soul was hanging on my every word, he knew what I needed and he was willing and able to provide. Praise the Name of JESUS! That night at church I got to tell Raymond what that kiss meant to me and he said he didn't know why he did it that he really surprised himself by doing it! :-) I love it when God does something like that just for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TAznsLcbAVI/AAAAAAAAAiU/7x8IcP1ehAc/s1600/Kisses.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TAznsLcbAVI/AAAAAAAAAiU/7x8IcP1ehAc/s320/Kisses.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I saw a little silver Hershey's Kiss at a gift shop I think I will go and buy it and place it in my memorial box to help me remember that God is watching over me and that whenever I am feeling down he is always with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953555265862935061-2674362233923460736?l=romans12-9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/feeds/2674362233923460736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/06/memorial-box-monday-kiss.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/2674362233923460736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/2674362233923460736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/06/memorial-box-monday-kiss.html' title='Memorial Box Monday: A Kiss'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067324760731378405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TDpDWnhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/_cokoiCqlIQ/S220/July+7+2010+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TAzlhiRp9mI/AAAAAAAAAiE/psfm8ZMpcEI/s72-c/Raymond.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953555265862935061.post-4776721729656153706</id><published>2010-06-06T00:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T00:11:43.344-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Striving for Simplicity'/><title type='text'>Striving for Simplicity~Small Family, Big Plans</title><content type='html'>Well Linny at A Place Called Simplicity has started something else that I think is great, it is called Saturday's Striving for Simplicity and it is a place to discuss simplifying life so I thought I would throw in my two cents worth ;-). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not have a big family yet, right now it is me, the husband, my sweet girl, and my wonderful boy but we have big plans, well actually God has big plans and we are just along for the ride! So, I am trying to simplify things so that I will already have some great practices in place before we add to our family. One thing that I feel is very important to me is letting go of others preconceived notions of what my life should be. I tried to make every part of my life look like others said it should for a decade. Finally about two years ago I decided that what God thought about it was FAR more important than getting a family member or friend’s stamp of approval. This has led to several changes in my life but the most recent one has been our decision to homeschool. For years women taught their children, the center of life was the home and not the school. I feel like deciding to make our home the center of our lives again is a giant step in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also started paring down in more tangible ways. One way is that I have a giveaway bag next to my bathroom door in my bedroom and when anyone puts something on and realizes that hey have grown three inches (for some of us that is in height and for others it's in width :-) not saying who is who!) they place it into the bag and that keeps our closets from getting bogged down with last years size. Another thing I did was hang two rods in my son’s closet and I put the clothes for the current season on the lowest rack and the off season clothes on the top rack. This way he can reach what he needs but he can't get to a snow suit in July. My son's room is a bit on the small side so I also bought some "soft bins" for his folded clothes and use those for storage instead of a big chest. He has a student desk my grandfather made with big cubes in it that are just the right size for the bins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One way we keep the house running is having a set cleaning day. We straighten the house everyday but every Tuesday is cleaning day and we all work on one room at a time each doing our "jobs" and then moving on. When we are working on getting chapter books read we will stop in between each room and read one chapter, it's kinda like a little treat for finishing each room. It makes quick work of the cleaning and gives us a little rest in between (which my back really needs sometimes). I am looking forward to getting others tips! I would love some tips at meal planning and tips to help laundry not be such a chore! Hope everyone is having a great weekend! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christ Alone,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953555265862935061-4776721729656153706?l=romans12-9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/feeds/4776721729656153706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/06/striving-for-simplicitysmall-family-big.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/4776721729656153706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/4776721729656153706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/06/striving-for-simplicitysmall-family-big.html' title='Striving for Simplicity~Small Family, Big Plans'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067324760731378405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TDpDWnhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/_cokoiCqlIQ/S220/July+7+2010+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953555265862935061.post-6703496053258309227</id><published>2010-06-02T19:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T19:04:29.970-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Israel: God's chosen people.</title><content type='html'>&lt;script src="http://video.foxnews.com/v/embed.js?id=4223771&amp;amp;w=400&amp;amp;h=249" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this video to see Netanyahu explain what happened with the Gaza flotilla. I believe that it is our job to defend Israel. I think if we fail to support them that we put ourselves in a very bad place. Either you are for the God's chosen people or against. I for one never want to be against them. Join me in praying that our leaders will open their ears...and more importantly their hearts and allow our nation to remain an ally for Israel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christ Alone,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953555265862935061-6703496053258309227?l=romans12-9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/feeds/6703496053258309227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/06/israel-gods-chosen-people.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/6703496053258309227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/6703496053258309227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/06/israel-gods-chosen-people.html' title='Israel: God&apos;s chosen people.'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067324760731378405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TDpDWnhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/_cokoiCqlIQ/S220/July+7+2010+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953555265862935061.post-4778473311122205462</id><published>2010-05-31T13:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T14:13:34.986-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Papaw Jack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memorial Box Monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Memorial Box Monday: The Purple Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://aplacecalledsimplicity.blogspot.com/search/label/Memorial%20Box"&gt;&lt;img height="195px" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/membox.jpg" width="260px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends. John 15:13&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TAPrQQsBujI/AAAAAAAAAhk/vivfo_D383g/s1600/100_8394.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am very grateful to live in a country where my freedoms are protected but I have often heard it said that freedom isn't free, it costs some men and women everything. I am very proud that my grandfather, Jack L. Epperson Sr. fought in WWII. He received the Purple Heart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TAPq0yO-jCI/AAAAAAAAAhE/oi1ABFfZv1k/s1600/Papaw+Jack.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TAPq0yO-jCI/AAAAAAAAAhE/oi1ABFfZv1k/s320/Papaw+Jack.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TAPq8NBh2RI/AAAAAAAAAhM/-lrL44pRFxk/s1600/100_8391.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TAPrXTvCTZI/AAAAAAAAAhs/KlFpTJ1Jag8/s1600/100_8396.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to tell the story of how he received his Purple Heart for my Memorial Box Monday this week. During a battle my grandfather, Papaw Jack as we called him, was shot in the leg. He in turn shot the German soldier who shot him, killing him, the German soldier fell on top of him. Later the Germans were walking around stabbing any injured American soldiers with their bayonets when they came to my grandfather they saw the blood from the German soldier and the German soldier on top of&amp;nbsp; him and they thought he was dead so they did not stab him. When the German soldiers had passed he was able to push the dead soldier off of him and crawl until he found two twin Medics. The twins were not tall enough to enlist as soldiers so they joined the forces as medics. The medics took turns dragging my grandfather through the snow until they got him back to another group of American soldiers. They got him to a medical unit and eventually back home to marry my grandmother who he had met while working for her fathers saw mill. I can't help but see the hand of God all over this situation. God protected him and kept him safe and brought him back to be the Patriarch of our family. Papaw Jack was a wonderful man who spent his retired days when I came along taking me to eat Apple Pie's and planting potatoes in the garden. I don't believe I would be the woman I am today without his love poured all over my childhood. I am very thankful that God spared his life and I am thankful for those two twin medics who weren't "tall enough for the team". I believe that my aunt has my Papaw Jack's purple heart but I know it will eventually be passed to me and when it is I will add it to my Memorial Box to remind us that God will protect in every situation and that even when men say you aren't enough God can make you be exactly what a wounded warrior needs. I included a few pictures from the Memorial Day event we attended this morning, and also one of my beloved Papaw Jack from his days in WWII. Happy Memorial Day everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TAPrQQsBujI/AAAAAAAAAhk/vivfo_D383g/s1600/100_8394.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TAPrQQsBujI/AAAAAAAAAhk/vivfo_D383g/s320/100_8394.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TAPrXTvCTZI/AAAAAAAAAhs/KlFpTJ1Jag8/s1600/100_8396.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TAPrXTvCTZI/AAAAAAAAAhs/KlFpTJ1Jag8/s320/100_8396.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TAPrhWaIdCI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Ts41MLmRE5Y/s1600/100_8400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TAPrhWaIdCI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Ts41MLmRE5Y/s200/100_8400.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TAPrzd-audI/AAAAAAAAAh8/WHJOhJQ9MnU/s1600/100_8401.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TAPrzd-audI/AAAAAAAAAh8/WHJOhJQ9MnU/s320/100_8401.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TAPq8NBh2RI/AAAAAAAAAhM/-lrL44pRFxk/s1600/100_8391.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TAPq8NBh2RI/AAAAAAAAAhM/-lrL44pRFxk/s320/100_8391.jpg" width="320" /&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/6953555265862935061-4778473311122205462?l=romans12-9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/feeds/4778473311122205462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/05/memorial-box-monday-purple-heart.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/4778473311122205462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/4778473311122205462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/05/memorial-box-monday-purple-heart.html' title='Memorial Box Monday: The Purple Heart'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067324760731378405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TDpDWnhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/_cokoiCqlIQ/S220/July+7+2010+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TAPq0yO-jCI/AAAAAAAAAhE/oi1ABFfZv1k/s72-c/Papaw+Jack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953555265862935061.post-8381382079004694678</id><published>2010-05-30T09:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T09:10:14.640-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Roe&apos;s Get Schooled'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah'/><title type='text'>Sunday Snapshot: In Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nihaoyall.com/search/label/Sunday%20Snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Ni Hao Y'all" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/nytvg1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TAJjPKIzQ2I/AAAAAAAAAg8/8u5RWHcFxbY/s1600/Sarah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TAJjPKIzQ2I/AAAAAAAAAg8/8u5RWHcFxbY/s320/Sarah.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TAJjOEayoBI/AAAAAAAAAg0/tBxicLtx7qs/s1600/Colton.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TAJjOEayoBI/AAAAAAAAAg0/tBxicLtx7qs/s320/Colton.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two, they have my heart, I am completely in love with both of them. I can tell you that the last week and a half with them at home has only cemented my will to homeschool. They are amazing, they are wonderful and they are mine. I might be a little biased but I am pretty sure that if you met them you would feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am going to go and spread cream cheese on their bagels because I live for that sort of thing these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One blessed Mama,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Before I got this posted I ran in the kitchen to check the bagels and they were burnt...black....so I called Mitch who is preaching at an outreach of our church this morning and asked him to stop and get biscuits. Glad you don't have to be perfect to be a mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953555265862935061-8381382079004694678?l=romans12-9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/feeds/8381382079004694678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-love.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/8381382079004694678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/8381382079004694678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-love.html' title='Sunday Snapshot: In Love'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067324760731378405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TDpDWnhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/_cokoiCqlIQ/S220/July+7+2010+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i39.tinypic.com/nytvg1_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953555265862935061.post-1624313627885652385</id><published>2010-05-29T20:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T20:46:30.214-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Operation Giggle'/><title type='text'>Operation Giggle: Help us be Christ to orphans in China and Ethiopia!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! Go visit my other blog at &lt;a href="http://operationgiggle.blogspot.com/2010/05/lets-get-this-party-started.html"&gt;Operation Giggle&lt;/a&gt; it's time to start thinking about providing some very deserving children with a GREAT Christmas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christ Alone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953555265862935061-1624313627885652385?l=romans12-9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/feeds/1624313627885652385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/05/operation-giggle-help-us-be-christ-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/1624313627885652385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/1624313627885652385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/05/operation-giggle-help-us-be-christ-to.html' title='Operation Giggle: Help us be Christ to orphans in China and Ethiopia!'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067324760731378405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TDpDWnhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/_cokoiCqlIQ/S220/July+7+2010+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953555265862935061.post-1417938194025374257</id><published>2010-05-27T14:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T14:41:53.744-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mitchell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thankful Thursday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Roe&apos;s Get Schooled'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah'/><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday: No Grumbling Allowed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thankful Thursday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been a little grumpy today for no good reason but then I visited Renee at &lt;a href="http://myautumnyears.blogspot.com/2010/05/thankful-thursday.html"&gt;"My Autumn Years"&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; and remembered that I sure have a lot to be thankful for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. I am thankful for my relationship with Christ. He is so real in my life and I could not face this life without him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. I am thankful for my husband of the past 11 years. He has been out of town and he comes home today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S_63h9usrgI/AAAAAAAAAgc/6R7cn2TifTU/s1600/Pool.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S_63h9usrgI/AAAAAAAAAgc/6R7cn2TifTU/s200/Pool.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. I am thankful for my children Sarah (10) and Colton (7) my mom just sent me this picture of them swimming. I am so glad they are healthy and happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. I am thankful for my church family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. I am thankful for living in a country where I am free to homeschool and living in a community where I have such a great group of homeschool Mom's willing to help out a newbie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. I am thankful I do not have to work full time and I can enjoy these summer days with my children. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. I am thankful for a loving Father, Step-Mother, Mother, and Step-Father who support us in all we do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. I am thankful for my loving Step-Mother, Mother, and Aunt who help with the kids during the times I do have to work. I could not leave them anywhere that I wasn't sure they would be taken care of completely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. I am thankful I have a roof over my head and food in my cabinets. (And for power, air conditioning, telephone, internet, indoor plumbing and all of the other comforts I take for granted.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. I am thankful God has opened my eyes to the needs of others and has lit a fire in my heart to help be a part of the solution. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have you been grumbling and complaining today?! I challenge you to find 10 things to be thankful about today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In Christ Alone, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953555265862935061-1417938194025374257?l=romans12-9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/feeds/1417938194025374257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/05/thankful-thursday-no-grumbling-allowed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/1417938194025374257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/1417938194025374257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/05/thankful-thursday-no-grumbling-allowed.html' title='Thankful Thursday: No Grumbling Allowed!'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067324760731378405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TDpDWnhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/_cokoiCqlIQ/S220/July+7+2010+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S_63h9usrgI/AAAAAAAAAgc/6R7cn2TifTU/s72-c/Pool.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953555265862935061.post-2015096537206231017</id><published>2010-05-26T14:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T14:35:19.980-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Helping Others'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Getting Schooled'/><title type='text'>The 3rd time is a charm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So my soul can be sorta hard of hearing. You know sometimes God has to say things a couple times for me to get it. Well today he had to say it three times for me to really get it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First of all I was listening to Natasha Bedingfield this morning. She is one of my favorite secular singers and I love listening to her music to get myself awake and going when I have a busy day. Well I was singing along with her this morning and the lyrics to one of her songs that I have always loved just stopped me in my tracks: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well when I heard that last line "ending unplanned" well the Holy Spirit just spoke to me and said..."That is a lie" I started thinking about it and as much as I love the meaning of that song (being that each day is new and you can make something out of each new day) the fact is my ending is not unplanned. Jeremiah 29:11 says "For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope." Proverbs 16:9 says "The heart of man plans his way, but the Lord establishes his steps." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Praise God my ending is not unplanned. My heavenly Father has an awesome plan for me. I am not undefined I am what He says I am. I am his daughter. I am a mother. I am a worshipper. I am a preacher and a teacher. I am exactly what he has called me to be and the things that I haven't became yet but that are in his plan I will become in his time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As for being unwritten I read a quote today (2nd time God spoke to me) that read "I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is writing a love story to the world" -Mother Teresa. The story might be unwritten but the Author knows exactly what he will write, a love story to the world, and I have given myself over to play whatever part he wishes to give me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally I read a post by Amber at &lt;a href="http://www.strivingfor31.com/2010/05/that-girl-has-lost-her-mind-oh-yes-i.html"&gt;"Striving for 31"&lt;/a&gt; and I knew that God had something he really wanted me to understand. There was this quote &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"In some ways, I feel like I am handing Him the notebook of my life and I am turning the page to a blank one, inviting Him to write whatever He wants for today. Over and over again, I beg Him to come and write on my life. Without Him, my story is not worth reading. But with Him, I can't even imagine how it is going to turn out. It's that little thing we call redemption, I suppose!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and also this quote&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I want to go beyond my comfort zone and let Him write the story on today's page. In a way, it's terrifying. But life isn't worth living if we live it only for ourselves. There is too much pain, too much sin, and too much sorrow. So instead, I choose Jesus. And I ask Him to pick up the pen and write His love over my life today."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well I guess after a three point lesson it is time that I finally get it. God has a plan for my life. I can't hold on to the pen and try to make sure he writes it the way I want it. I wanted a little sweet China doll to become my daughter but he is writing in a story that involves a child from Ethiopian descent. I wanted to work full time and buy a home and a car and all of the other unimportant things we kill ourselves to posses. But God wrote a story about a Mom who took a step of faith and decided to cut back her hours and homeschool her children and choose to be active in every minute of their lives. In God's version I decide to stay in the home he gave me and drive the &lt;strike&gt;falling apart&lt;/strike&gt; blessing of a car he gave me. In God's version people look at me like I am crazy when I say I want to help children in need of a home, when sometimes it's all we can do to keep our own two clothed and feed and educated. In God's story I choose to bite my tongue and pray for those who despitefully use me. (I won't tell you how it is handled in my version but it involves tar and feathers. :-) In God's version I choose to walk out the dream he gave me for Operation Giggle and Sarah's Hope and in my version I just mark those things off the list as things I just don't have the energy to do. In God's version I chose to help others and do without...I am not to that part yet and I have some growing to do before I get there. (Can I just pause right here and say in my version I might punch Dave Ramsey in the mouth. I know, I know, he is a great man with great ideas about saving and living with-in your means but if my flesh were in charge I would just give him a right hook...I'm just saying...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But the great part is that God sees the big picture. He see's what I can't see. He has my best in mind. He doesn't have his mind changed by his daughters groaning and complaining. He will do what is best for me. He is God Alone...without my help. Unchangeable, Unbreakable, Unstoppable...that is what he is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I will rest easy knowing that he is on my side and he will not change, break, or stop until my life reads like a classic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In Christ Alone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953555265862935061-2015096537206231017?l=romans12-9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/feeds/2015096537206231017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/05/3rd-time-is-charm.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/2015096537206231017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/2015096537206231017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/05/3rd-time-is-charm.html' title='The 3rd time is a charm.'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067324760731378405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TDpDWnhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/_cokoiCqlIQ/S220/July+7+2010+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953555265862935061.post-5681169786358656419</id><published>2010-05-24T22:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T22:00:17.521-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memorial Box Monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Roe&apos;s Get Schooled'/><title type='text'>Memorial Box Monday ~ Homeschooling on a Shoestring</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://aplacecalledsimplicity.blogspot.com/search/label/Memorial%20Box"&gt;&lt;img height="195" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/membox.jpg" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We made the decision to homeschool a month or so ago, we prayed about it and thought about it for sometime before that and we felt that God was leading us to do it. So I researched curriculum and I picked it all out and priced it and I was thinking it would cost us about $599. Well I found out about several used book sales in the area so on Thursday I went to two of them and when I walked into the first place I found Sarah's grammar book that I was prepared to pay almost $20 plus tax and shipping for and it was only $10.00. Well we left there and went to another sale and I told my Step-Sister Ashley and the kids what I was looking for, the places was crowded and we were about 10th in line to go in, when the doors opened the first table I went to had my Science curriculum and the lady there told me the workbooks were free on-line, the book was only $15.00 so the Science that I was prepared to spend $140.00 on cost me $15.00! A few minutes later Ashley yelled for me and she had found my History curriculum for $15.00 and it was in great shape! We also found some teaching aids and a large map there and I got about $100.00 worth of History Curriculum for about $38.00. Well I had been a little on the fence about what to do for Colton's Grammar curriculum and I really wanted the Charlotte Mason Simply Grammar but it was a little pricy so I was going to settle for another book, well guess what I found at the sale?! A NEVER used Simply Grammar book for $10.00! So I spent $63.00 and got every bit of my curriculum except for the Simply Spelling book I want and our Math Curriculum (still a little on the fence with what to use there...any suggestions?!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I knew I felt God leading me into this path but I can tell you it sure felt GREAT to have the material I needed practically handed to me for a small percentage of what I planned on paying. Not to mention I also wanted some organizational shelves and things for my homeschool room and I got the cubes I have stared at for several months on CLEARANCE for $19.00 each, and I found a great little three shelf organizer at a yard sale for $3.00 and at one of the book fairs a lady had a rolling shelf for sale and as she picked it up to show it to me the top shelf broke and she said "Oh well, you can have it for $1.00" well I gave her a dollar and my husband fixed it in about 10 seconds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S_stIwwclvI/AAAAAAAAAfs/iioaAcL-GF4/s1600/100_8369.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="133" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S_stIwwclvI/AAAAAAAAAfs/iioaAcL-GF4/s200/100_8369.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our map and a few posters and charts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S_stQiyxuII/AAAAAAAAAf0/94Nv2Tm0MkM/s1600/100_8371.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S_stQiyxuII/AAAAAAAAAf0/94Nv2Tm0MkM/s200/100_8371.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My beloved cubes with our curriculum inside!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S_stX1GVQ9I/AAAAAAAAAf8/KabpvtmHHaU/s1600/100_8372.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="133" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S_stX1GVQ9I/AAAAAAAAAf8/KabpvtmHHaU/s200/100_8372.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A poster and a Cursive Alphabet guide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S_ste9kWFHI/AAAAAAAAAgE/W1IyyxdQY2w/s1600/100_8387.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="133" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S_ste9kWFHI/AAAAAAAAAgE/W1IyyxdQY2w/s200/100_8387.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The window into my kitchen and two pie graph’s the kids did today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S_sts2UHRtI/AAAAAAAAAgU/KQVrftNRRf4/s1600/100_8390.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="133" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S_sts2UHRtI/AAAAAAAAAgU/KQVrftNRRf4/s200/100_8390.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mom’s corner, my chair, my yard sale find (on the right), and some art supplies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S_stl-zD84I/AAAAAAAAAgM/NAEhbQNjPw4/s1600/100_8389.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S_stl-zD84I/AAAAAAAAAgM/NAEhbQNjPw4/s320/100_8389.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A close up of the cubes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have only spent $200.00 on anything to do with homeschooling and a family member emailed me to tell me they want to give me $100.00 toward our supplies so I really have only spent $100.00! Praise the Lord for His Provision! So here are some pictures of my new homeschool room! Praise God for giving us just what we need when we need it! I will put a picture of my beloved cubes in my memorial box to remind me that when you say "YES!" to God's way he will provide everything you need to walk the path.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953555265862935061-5681169786358656419?l=romans12-9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/feeds/5681169786358656419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/05/memorial-box-monday-homeschooling-on.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/5681169786358656419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/5681169786358656419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/05/memorial-box-monday-homeschooling-on.html' title='Memorial Box Monday ~ Homeschooling on a Shoestring'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067324760731378405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TDpDWnhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/_cokoiCqlIQ/S220/July+7+2010+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S_stIwwclvI/AAAAAAAAAfs/iioaAcL-GF4/s72-c/100_8369.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953555265862935061.post-9158724781389663434</id><published>2010-05-23T21:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T22:02:35.424-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Exhausted yet pursuing</title><content type='html'>Judges 8:4 And Gideon came to the Jordan and crossed over, he and the 300 men who were with him, exhausted yet pursuing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this scripture from Judges today and it really got me thinking about some things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to set this story up a little bit so I have to go back to Chapter 6, I am not going to retell the whole story but stick with me for just a minute here...basically Gideon was an Israelite living in captivity to the Midianites. When the story opens he is beating out wheat in a winepress trying to hide it from the Midianites to keep them from stealing it. the angel of the Lord appears to him and he has an encounter that changes his life, you really should read it for yourself to appreciate how little he thought of himself and his own abilities but it might remind you of yourself just a little bit, I know it was very familiar to me. It went something like, my family tree is full of nuts and my father’s branch has more nuts than any of the rest of them. Have you ever felt like that? God calls you to something and you look around like "WHO ME?" Anyway read past all of that and you will see God take 35,000 men and narrow them down to 300 and then proceed to take down the Midianites. Some of the Midianites fled and part of that group were two princes and two kings, well Gideon caught the princes and was hot on the trail of the kings and that brings us to Judges 8:4 the 300 men (all 300 of them, he hadn't lost one man) were exhausted yet pursuing. Well Gideon asked two cities for some loaves of bread and both of them made fun of him and refused so Gideon promised that when he did capture those kings he would be back to take care of both of those cities and God gave the 300 men strength to keep going and in 8:13-17 you can read about him "taking care of business" with both of those cities. The battle was won anyway and God got all of the glory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all got me thinking about our adoption situation. I believe God calls us all to help orphans (Read James 1:27 if you don't believe me). I believe it causes him JOY to hear one of his children make the commitment to adopt an orphaned child but this adoption road isn't easy. I mean we are not really even started and I feel a little weary already. I fell in love with a child prayed for her, loved on her from afar and then she was matched with another family and China told us we didn't qualify for their program. Well I can tell you that was a punch in the gut. I have tried to be strong about it but I have found myself in tears a couple of times. I know God has her best and our best in mind and I am so happy for her and her family. It's just hard to want a child and pursue a child and be told no. But God has shown me again tonight that even though I am exhausted I have to be pursuing. Somewhere on this earth there is a little boy or girl growing in a mother’s tummy that, due to the realities of this harsh world, is going to need a family. I have to keep my eyes set on the mark and ignore those "hunger pains" and turn my longing for another child into motivation to do what is necessary to be able to welcome a child into our home. Believe me not everyone is behind our choice to adopt. There are those that refuse bread and mock us. But just like Gideon did I will pursue what God has called me to do and I will allow God to provide. (Now unlike Gideon I will choose not to make a big statue out of golden earrings and worship it...but that is another post for another day!) I hope you all have a great week and remember even when you are exhausted PURSUE that thing God has for you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953555265862935061-9158724781389663434?l=romans12-9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/feeds/9158724781389663434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/05/exhausted-yet-pursuing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/9158724781389663434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/9158724781389663434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/05/exhausted-yet-pursuing.html' title='Exhausted yet pursuing'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067324760731378405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TDpDWnhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/_cokoiCqlIQ/S220/July+7+2010+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953555265862935061.post-3005269633314987696</id><published>2010-05-20T23:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T23:02:19.230-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Roe&apos;s Get Schooled'/><title type='text'>Homeschooling Fun!!</title><content type='html'>So let me go ahead and say this will be a boring blog unless you homeschool or want to but I just have to share my excitement and my husband is sick of hearing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed to purchase my Science, English, History, Math, Spelling, and Typing curriculum for this next school year. I had checked online and I was expecting to pay around $599 for all of it. Well today I found my Science, English, History, and Typing programs at used book sales and on sale at a teacher’s supply store. And I spent a grand total of $65 on it all!!!! I still need Math and Spelling and the Math is a set and costs a couple of hundred dollars but I am just so excited that I found the things I needed today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also spent about $40 at a school supply store getting some supplies as well as $100 at Wal-Mart getting an organizing system, corkboard and other supplies but I think I did great! Tomorrow we are going to re-do our Dining room and I hope to post some pictures here tomorrow or Saturday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am way ahead but I am expecting to work a lot in June and I want to start homeschooling on July 5th. I am really looking forward to spending the time with my kids and watching them learn. Please say a prayer for us during this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christ Alone,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953555265862935061-3005269633314987696?l=romans12-9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/feeds/3005269633314987696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/05/homeschooling-fun.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/3005269633314987696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/3005269633314987696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/05/homeschooling-fun.html' title='Homeschooling Fun!!'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067324760731378405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TDpDWnhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/_cokoiCqlIQ/S220/July+7+2010+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953555265862935061.post-8975055865036764539</id><published>2010-05-13T15:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T15:04:01.492-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a'/><title type='text'>The answer</title><content type='html'>Well the CCAA answered and it was a No. I had prepared my heart for this. I don't believe they said no because we were outside of their guidelines, I beleive they said no because this is not what God has for our family at this moment in time. I am sad, for the sweet little girl we wanted and for me. But, I will TRUST in His plan. This was no surprise to Him and I have to admit it really wasn't a surprise for me. God knows that we have a heart for orphans and I believe He will add to our family, it just won't be through a Chinese adoption. I am ok with that. I want His will in my life whatever that is. That is really all I feel like saying about it for now. Please keep us in your prayers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN&amp;nbsp;CHRIST ALONE,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953555265862935061-8975055865036764539?l=romans12-9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/feeds/8975055865036764539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/05/answer.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/8975055865036764539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/8975055865036764539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/05/answer.html' title='The answer'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067324760731378405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TDpDWnhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/_cokoiCqlIQ/S220/July+7+2010+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953555265862935061.post-7726008442218619636</id><published>2010-05-12T10:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T12:19:36.323-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giveaway'/><title type='text'>EDITED: Link to a Giveaway and a Couple Prayer Requests</title><content type='html'>I love reading Amber's blog&amp;nbsp;at &lt;a href="http://www.strivingfor31.com/2010/05/writers-block-delurking-and-giveaway.html"&gt;Striving for 31&lt;/a&gt; She is having a book give away. Click the link above and register yourself! Good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the Way....still no answer from the CCAA we should hear something today or tomorrow...in a perfect world. Also say a prayer for my bloggy friend Alycia who is waiting on her TA and for a travel buddy "L" who is waiting on the final steps for her family to bring home two sweet little boys. I know they are both ready to have their children in their arms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDITED TO ADD: Sorry I thought I had already posted about what we were waiting on from the CCAA but now I remember that I wrote a partial post and my internet went down...so basically we are waiting to find out if our eligibility check was approved. We have a couple of issues that fall just outside of some guidelines and we are trying to get the CCAA to overlook those issues and let us apply to adopt our sweet little Brooklyn (this is what we will name her and what I will call her on this blog, I know many of you know her by a different name but I do not want to post that information out here for the whole world to see). If the answer is a "No" or "Wait" then we MAY go ahead and begin to pursue an adoption of an Ethiopian boy whom we plan on naming Silas. Notice I said MAY. We are beginning homeschool in a couple of months and if this CCAA request is denied we also might just wait for awhile so we can save money and get into the swing of things with homeschool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both have a heart for adoption and we do plan on adding to our family at least once. I would love to have Brooklyn and Silas and I am praying that if that is God's will it will happen in His perfect timing. Just wanted to clarify!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christ Alone,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953555265862935061-7726008442218619636?l=romans12-9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/feeds/7726008442218619636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/05/link-to-giveaway-and-couple-prayer.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/7726008442218619636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/7726008442218619636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/05/link-to-giveaway-and-couple-prayer.html' title='EDITED: Link to a Giveaway and a Couple Prayer Requests'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067324760731378405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TDpDWnhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/_cokoiCqlIQ/S220/July+7+2010+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953555265862935061.post-284017168711946277</id><published>2010-05-11T12:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:35:34.341-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miracles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Getting Schooled'/><title type='text'>My heart sings....I AM FREE</title><content type='html'>I am so excited!!! I went to a BCHE meeting last night. That is our Home Education Group here in our little town. I was AMAZED by the women there and I cannot wait to jump into Homeschooling! All the questions that had hung over me like a weight were answered and although I know I have a LOT of hard work ahead of me and when I think about getting my &lt;strike&gt;mess of a house&lt;/strike&gt; wonderful home organized and ready for this it makes me want to take a nap. I know I am capable and I really can't wait to get started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray about my job. I have let my Manager know of our plans and I have worked out a schedule that will allow me to work between 5 and 20 hours per week and still do homeschool and attend church. I am hoping that they will let me go permanent part-time because this would make health insurance available to me. I know that God is in control and I trust him to have his way in all of this! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have 6 more days of school and then the Roe Family will be FREE of the constraints of the school system and we will be able to set our curriculum and our schedule around the plans that God has for our lives. Who knows we may even get to take a field trip to China in the next year or so! God is working on our behalf and I am waiting on bated breath to see what He is going to do in our lives. I know that I felt Him call us to homeschool and I know that He has also called us to adoption...His Word tells us that obedience is better than sacrifice and I can't help but think that the steps we have taken in the last few weeks have made our Heavenly Father smile. I don't pretend for one minute that we haven't also made Him frown or cry because of our sins and shortcomings... we are human end of story. But for some reason or the other HE LOVES US and I am so glad to know He is on my side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christ Alone,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953555265862935061-284017168711946277?l=romans12-9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/feeds/284017168711946277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-heart-singsi-am-free.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/284017168711946277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/284017168711946277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-heart-singsi-am-free.html' title='My heart sings....I AM FREE'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067324760731378405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TDpDWnhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/_cokoiCqlIQ/S220/July+7+2010+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953555265862935061.post-371582943827526487</id><published>2010-05-10T10:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T21:22:42.465-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miracles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Healing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Memorial Box Monday:In His Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://aplacecalledsimplicity.blogspot.com/search/label/Memorial%20Box"&gt;&lt;img height="195" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/membox.jpg" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I have a lot that I want&amp;nbsp;to say and not a lot that I am allowed to say. So instead I'll do a Memorial Box Monday post with sweet Linny over at &lt;a href="http://aplacecalledsimplicity.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Place Called Simplicity&lt;/a&gt; which is a page I visit sometimes, even if she hasn't blogged, just to listen to her playlist! We have the same taste in music...anything that glorifies HIM is ok with me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;This Memorial Box Moment happened when I was quite young, about&amp;nbsp;6 years old I guess, but I still remember it like it was yesterday! As a child I was vexed with nose bleeds from the time I was a little over one year old. My mom found me in a pool of blood one morning and finally calmed herself down enough to realize it was coming from my nose. From that time on I went through countless trips to the ER to get my nosed packed and I had somewhere around 6 surgeries (or maybe it was 9 I can't really remember) to try to cauterize my weak blood vessels. This particular time I had my tonsils removed and I had my nose cauterized in the same surgery. The doctors stressed how important it was that I did not throw up. This was an issue for me because the anesthesia had a history of making me very sick. After the surgery I fought and fought to keep from getting sick. For days I fought it but finally a few days after the surgery I just couldn't help myself. I was afraid I would get in trouble so I didn't tell anyone. So after about four times of throwing up nothing but pure blood I finally told my Daddy. I remember him grabbing the phone and dialing my doctor while telling mom to get me ready to go. The doctor told my parents not to wait for an ambulance to get me to the ER immediately. I remember my mom calling my grandfather to pick my sister up and I remember my sister standing on the edge of our porch in her pj's by herself and us pulling out of the driveway as my grandfather turned on our road. I was so scared my Dad was a Pastor of a small church and they had just purchased him a 1985 Buick LeSabre (just like the one in this picture only it was Maroon) because we drove so far back and forth to church. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S-gRkCxEFNI/AAAAAAAAAes/_7YILKqx-1E/s1600/lesabre1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S-gRkCxEFNI/AAAAAAAAAes/_7YILKqx-1E/s200/lesabre1.jpg" tt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well I remember being in the back seat with my mom and I was still throwing up, I just couldn't stop! Our main road here in Cleveland is APD 40 it is the "short-cut" to town and my Dad loves stopping here when he is telling this story to say it wasn't even open yet, it was about to open and so he used it to get to the hospital faster, he just likes me to know that I am older than the road I travel everyday :-) Thanks Dad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway we were on APD 40 and we were coming down a big hill and my Dad had the car "pegged out" as he says basically he was going as fast as the car would go and the speedometer couldn't keep up. When we were coming down that hill I remember saying "Pray Mama Pray" and I remember my Mom and Dad starting to pray and at that exact moment the front two tires on that brand new car blew out. I remember the car starting to spin and then just as quick as it started I believe the hand of God touched that car and it stopped. At the bottom of that hill was one of the busiest intersections in Cleveland but since it was kinda late at night there were no cars there that I had noticed on the way down the hill. However when the car got finished spinning there were not one, not two, but three police cars sitting at that red light and one detective. The detective and his wife had been coming home from eating dinner and they got me and my parents in their car...all I can remember is the car was white and ALL the interior of that car was white and I remember thinking oh my goodness I am going to get red blood all over their white car! They drove us straight to the ER and the Police Officers told my dad that they would bring his car to the hospital.&amp;nbsp; We got to our local hospital and they couldn't get the blood stopped they said I would have to go by ambulance to a Children’s hospital 30 miles away. My mom rode with me in the ambulance and my dad walked outside to see us off before he called someone to come get him and his car was sitting there with the spares out of those officers’ cars on it. They had changed the tires and brought it up there so he followed the ambulance. We got to T.C. Thompson's Children Hospital and I was still bleeding from the ripped stitches in my throat, the doctors came in and tried all they could and they went back out and told my parents that they had done everything they knew to do and that I was still bleeding. But Praise God I serve a God who likes to work when NOTHING else will. The hand of God came down again and touched my throat and for reasons that the doctors could not explain my throat stopped bleeding instantly. I did not need a transfusion;&amp;nbsp; God took care of the problem. I had to spend several days in the hospital, I think that was because the doctors couldn't believe it and expected it to start back up at any moment but my Miracle-working, Mountain-moving, Awe-inspiring, Gasp-giving* God had big plans for my life and he healed me completely that day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(*I borrowed that from Linny...Sorry Linny!&amp;nbsp;but isn't that a PERFECT description of him?!) So when I find my "perfect" Memorial Box I am going to put in a Matchbox car that looks something like that Maroon Buick to remind me that even when situations spin out of control God's hand will guide you into perfect provision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The thing that sticks out to me today about that day is that in the time of trouble I can call on Him (Pray Mama Pray) and He will keep what I have placed in His hands. So today as I wait on an answer about whether or not a current circumstance&amp;nbsp;will stand&amp;nbsp;in the way of our journey to our sweet, sweet Brooklyn Jane I am doing one thing...Mama is Praying! This is a mountain (there were actually two small mountains and one large one and God has already moved the two small ones right out of the way!) and I am asking my Mountain-moving God to MOVE IT! God Bless You All!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;UPDATED TO ADD: The mountain that was standing in our way recieved an answer and the answer was No. God is still in control and I know that when the time is right to add to our family God will do so in the way He chooses. We are trusting Him and looking at all the options. Please continue to pray!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2 Timothy 1:8-14&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Therefore do not be ashamed of the testimony about our Lord, nor of me his prisoner, but share in suffering for the gospel by the power of God,&amp;nbsp;who saved us and called us to a holy calling, not because of our works but because of his own purpose and grace, which he gave us in Christ Jesus before the ages began,&amp;nbsp;and which now has been manifested through the appearing of our Savior Christ Jesus, who abolished death and brought life and immortality to light through the gospel, for which I was appointed a preacher and apostle and teacher,&amp;nbsp; which is why I suffer as I do. But I am not ashamed, for I know whom I have believed, and I am convinced that he is able to guard until that Day what has been entrusted to me.&amp;nbsp;Follow the pattern of the sound&amp;nbsp;words that you have heard from me, in the faith and love that are in Christ Jesus.&amp;nbsp;By the Holy Spirit who dwells within us, guard the good deposit entrusted to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;In Christ Alone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953555265862935061-371582943827526487?l=romans12-9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/feeds/371582943827526487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/05/memorial-box-mondayin-his-hands.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/371582943827526487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/371582943827526487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/05/memorial-box-mondayin-his-hands.html' title='Memorial Box Monday:In His Hands'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067324760731378405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TDpDWnhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/_cokoiCqlIQ/S220/July+7+2010+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S-gRkCxEFNI/AAAAAAAAAes/_7YILKqx-1E/s72-c/lesabre1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953555265862935061.post-4494081826604919218</id><published>2010-05-02T21:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T21:44:13.790-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Getting Schooled'/><title type='text'>The Roe's Get Schooled</title><content type='html'>To Homeschool or not to Homeschool that is the question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we have been praying and thinking and praying and thinking and we are down to the wire now. We really need to decide what we are going to do about school next year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We LOVE our school and we had WONDERFUL teachers this year but I have been uneasy lately. I don't know if any other mom's feel this way or not but I just feel like God has called me to an awesome ministry...MOTHERHOOD....and then he gave me two little precious gifts that I chose to call Sarah Ann and Colton Jack and I enjoyed them and loved them and took care of them and then they turned 5 and I sent them away for 7 hours everyday. 7 hours a day I give them into the hands of others to mold them and teach them. Now I can tell you that if I think for one second that they have been taught something contrary to the Word of God I tell them that whoever taught them that was WRONG. End of story. My dad likes to say the Word of God is truth and every man a liar. I agree. But for 7 hours I don't have the ability to speak in their ear and tell them that God loves them and that I love them. For 7 hours they don't read the bible one time, for 7 hours I don't see their smiles or kiss their lips. That's somewhere around 1260 hours a year that I lose with them. And that is just not ok with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second issue is that Colton is behind in reading. He is reading at 2nd grade 1st month and he is about to be finished with 2nd grade. I think that he needs more one on one time to get him on grade level or better yet ahead of grade level. In every other subject Colton is on target or ahead. Sarah is ahead in almost every subject and I am afraid she is getting a little bored. I just think I could fashion a school day for them that would cater to both of their needs and wants. I know this would be a BIG task and I don't think it's for wimps...which I tend to be a little wimpy...lol. But I just keep feeling God drawing me to do this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend that I met back in China in September of 2008 who just happens to live in the same state as me (about 2 hours away) who homeschools. I have gotten lots of advice from her and I have actually decided to use some of the same literature as she is using (ok actually all the same literature but what can I say it all looked GREAT and I know nothing about where to start so I figured if we do this for and something doesn't fit with my kiddos I can adjust.) I am so thankful for those connections we make in life that make doing what God is calling us to seem a little more attainable! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway lest we think I just accepted this like a good little girl let me tell you I have thought of several reasons this just wouldn't work...so here is a play by play of what my conversations have been with God...this happened over months not in one setting...THANK GOODNESS because it takes time to admit your wrong, well at least it does for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I have to work. &lt;br /&gt;God: Well yes you do but you can work from 3-8 and still get in part-time hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I have NO ROOM! &lt;br /&gt;God: Well actually you have a dining room and it is way big enough.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (in a really whiney voice) But then I have to take all of my beautiful pictures down and that is my only "frilly" room. &lt;br /&gt;God: Really Sherri?! What matters most a frilly room or the difference this could make in the lives of your children?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wow...flesh stinks. The children matter most of course. (Again I didn't get to that answer without a few weeks and God stepping on my toes a few hundred times.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What about socialization...they'll turn into weird shy homeschool kids. &lt;br /&gt;God: Their your kids...they are already weird... (HAHA just kidding I thought that on my own but I know He thinks it!)&lt;br /&gt;God: YMCA, BCHE, ECT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So honestly I am just getting sick of fighting it. I am not sure if Mitch is completely on board or not but I am leaving that up to God if he can convince me to keep my kids home with me 365 days a year I am sure he can convince my husband to let me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have given into the fact that this will most likely be the route we take I am actually having fun with it so if there are any other homeschooling mom's who have ideas or advice I am welcome to it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my top five questions for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What reading curriculum do your recommend?&lt;br /&gt;2. What if my child has an IEP how can I continue to get Speech therapy for him?&lt;br /&gt;3. How long do you devote to each subject (per day)?&lt;br /&gt;4. How do you deal with behavior during school hours? Dad usually does the spanking around here and I would really like to use some other methods during school hours. (I want to say I DO believe in spanking and I feel like it is what I am commanded to do through the Word but I know if they were in school they would be expected to offer great behavior without the threat of spanking and I want to do the same. They are great kids but they FIGHT all the time!)&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you know where I can get any good deals on storage cabinets or bookshelves for our school room?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really looking forward to this...most of all I want to find JOY in our JOURNEY. I also want to do what is pleasing to my Heavenly Father, after all when the day is done that is all that really matters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christ ALONE,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953555265862935061-4494081826604919218?l=romans12-9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/feeds/4494081826604919218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/05/roes-get-schooled.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/4494081826604919218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/4494081826604919218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/05/roes-get-schooled.html' title='The Roe&apos;s Get Schooled'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067324760731378405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TDpDWnhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/_cokoiCqlIQ/S220/July+7+2010+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953555265862935061.post-379014381408509204</id><published>2010-05-01T23:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T23:05:29.034-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Helping Others'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Help the VanDruff Family!</title><content type='html'>Please visit the link below to learn about a family who really needs our help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blessingsfromethiopia.blogspot.com/2010/05/help-thon-for-van-druff-family.html"&gt;http://blessingsfromethiopia.blogspot.com/2010/05/help-thon-for-van-druff-family.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953555265862935061-379014381408509204?l=romans12-9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/feeds/379014381408509204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/05/help-vandruff-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/379014381408509204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/379014381408509204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/05/help-vandruff-family.html' title='Help the VanDruff Family!'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067324760731378405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TDpDWnhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/_cokoiCqlIQ/S220/July+7+2010+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953555265862935061.post-2933394955227228488</id><published>2010-04-29T09:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T09:19:02.189-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE SOCKS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S9mGqw0ik0I/AAAAAAAAAeU/6XFHsXIcliI/s1600/NO+SOCKS+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S9mGqw0ik0I/AAAAAAAAAeU/6XFHsXIcliI/s320/NO+SOCKS+2.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So I just need to vent for a minute; I.HATE.SOCKS! I mean it! My two lovely children are both VERY picky about their socks. They can't be too big or too little, they must hit at just the right place on their ankles. Both of my well behaved children have been reduced to a puddle of tears several times just because they couldn't find any "good socks". We have been fighting this battle for a very long time. When the kids were young I just didn't have time to sit and mate socks so I got in the habit of having a sock basket. As soon as socks came out of the dryer they went into the sock basket. Everyone’s socks went in there and that way when you needed socks you just had to dig through and find a pair that fit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S9mGpWPA3CI/AAAAAAAAAeM/es6eq303i-E/s1600/NO+SOCKS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S9mGpWPA3CI/AAAAAAAAAeM/es6eq303i-E/s320/NO+SOCKS.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well as the kids got older that got to be way to much trouble because when your child is picky over socks it takes forever to dig for just the right pair and its perfect mate! Well then I tried something different I had a bowl of safety pins and I told every person 10 and under in our house to bring me their socks and a safety pin when they took them off and I pinned the very tip of the toes together and then when I took them out of the wash I unpinned them and mated them and all was good for awhile. However I am here to tell you it gets to be a pain when you are rolling out biscuit dough and a child runs in with dirty socks and stands there waiting on you to pin them! So eventually we got out of the habit and now we are back to the sock basket. Well today I noticed it has grown from one basket to two baskets! I have two baskets full of stupid clean socks staring at me right now!!! They are taunting me and telling me how they will eat the kid’s favorite socks and cause crying fits for the next three weeks of school before socks are banned and flip-flops reign. I want to take those smart mouthed socks to the front yard and set them on fire and roast a marshmallow over them. But I don't have a burn permit and the pollen would choke me to death. So instead I have decided to mate these socks, throw the extra's away, and buy a new box of safety pins then I am going to give instructions to take the socks to DAD to be pinned, after all he doesn’t make biscuits! THANK YOU GOD FOR SOCKS but I sure hate em! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Guess what I am not the only one! May 8th is NO SOCK DAY!! How about that?! I think I may need a twelve step program to get over this! Have a great Thursday!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S9mGsbypU8I/AAAAAAAAAec/LtzYVv7Nm28/s1600/NO+SOCK+DAY!.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S9mGsbypU8I/AAAAAAAAAec/LtzYVv7Nm28/s200/NO+SOCK+DAY!.jpg" tt="true" width="162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-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/6953555265862935061-2933394955227228488?l=romans12-9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/feeds/2933394955227228488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-hate-socks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/2933394955227228488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/2933394955227228488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-hate-socks.html' title='I HATE SOCKS!!!'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067324760731378405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TDpDWnhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/_cokoiCqlIQ/S220/July+7+2010+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S9mGqw0ik0I/AAAAAAAAAeU/6XFHsXIcliI/s72-c/NO+SOCKS+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953555265862935061.post-636236152273650696</id><published>2010-04-28T23:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T23:20:48.614-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated pictures...and blog!</title><content type='html'>Just so you know I updated my blog from earlier today&amp;nbsp;and we had a photo change in our header and on our side bar if anyone would like to see what my little lovley children look like now! Hope everyone had a great Wednesday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christ Alone,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953555265862935061-636236152273650696?l=romans12-9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/feeds/636236152273650696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/04/updated-picturesand-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/636236152273650696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/636236152273650696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/04/updated-picturesand-blog.html' title='Updated pictures...and blog!'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067324760731378405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TDpDWnhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/_cokoiCqlIQ/S220/July+7+2010+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953555265862935061.post-4077436248813775419</id><published>2010-04-28T08:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T22:37:02.219-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Healing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>The Real Me~WARNING~this is not a "Pretty Little Package Post"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: magenta;"&gt;UPDATED&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have been going through some stuff lately. My back (that God healed) has begun to hurt again. I feel this was because of a single act of disobedience on my part. I am not saying that if you are hurting it is because of sin but I know what I did that my Sweet Heavenly Father told me not to do and I can honestly say that this is my fault. Now I know God has forgiven me and I believe that he will touch me again and I will walk in my healing but the fact of the matter is I belong to him. My life is his, my children are his, my bank account is his, my bills are his, it's all his. I don't own one thing and when I begin to act like I do...well I get in trouble. I am thankful for that correction because it means I am HIS CHILD! Praise the Lord for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well back to the story; this has all driven me back to a crossroad in my life. Do I depend on God and his strength or do I allow myself to be sucked back into the "Egypt" I once was a slave in? Well I know the answer to that I depend on God but typing those three words on this screen is A LOT easier than walking them out. So today I decided to get up with a purpose in hopes that I can stay focused on the life Christ intended for me instead of being drawn away by things that don't matter so&amp;nbsp;I decided to make myself a list. A list of 10 things that I HAVE to do today. Things that will get me up and moving and will require me to spend time with God instead of pushing him away. Even if it hurts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be real on this blog so I am going to share my list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;List of 10 Things to do Today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Clean Kitchen (Don't do dishes (this is my dear daughter's chore and she is paid for it :-))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Clean Dining Room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. Fold Clothes on Love Seat (they have been laying there for at least 3 days!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. Wash at least three loads of laundry...since I haven't done laundry in 3 days this made sense...lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. TAKE A SHOWER (you guys think I am kidding but I'm not. I have to take a shower sitting on a chair right now so this is quite a process!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. Fix a good supper for the family tonight (no fast food junk).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. Read my Bible (Hello?! It's where all my help comes from why do I seem to want to put it down when things are hard?!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. Write for 30 minutes (I don't think I have talked about this yet on here but my Dad and I have been working on a book for over a year...we brainstorm, we make an outline of what we want in each chapter and then I write it...well the first chapter isn't even finished...and I have been doing this an entire year!!! God has called us to something awesome after this book is written but I may be 75 by then.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. Be NICE (even to the people I live with)...ugh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. GO TO CHURCH TONIGHT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean it's ugly but it's the real me. My flesh is at war with my spirit and my brain is caught in the middle. So I am starting small. I have a little over 10 hours to get all of this done so I have to accomplish one thing an hour...For my first task I cleaned the kitchen and started a load of towels...so I did get to cross one thing off my list already praise the Lord! I am so glad to know that no matter where I find myself God is with me. He loves me. Isaiah 54:10 says "For the mountains may depart and the hills be removed, but my steadfast love shall not depart from you, and my covenant of peace shall not be removed," says the Lord, who has compassion on you," He's not going anywhere...he knows the real me and he loves me ANYWAY! PRAISE GOD FOR THAT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;So I got everything accomplished on my list EXCEPT spending 30 minutes writing...I just kept putting that off...but I did bake a cake for dessert after a great dinner of homemade soup...so I guess I did pretty good! I had a great time at church and I feel alot better. One of the main things I want to avoid is having to rely on the pain pills again so please pray that God will help me with this! Thanks for all the prayers!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953555265862935061-4077436248813775419?l=romans12-9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/feeds/4077436248813775419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/04/real-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/4077436248813775419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/4077436248813775419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/04/real-me.html' title='The Real Me~WARNING~this is not a &quot;Pretty Little Package Post&quot;'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067324760731378405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TDpDWnhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/_cokoiCqlIQ/S220/July+7+2010+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953555265862935061.post-8762503912390337688</id><published>2010-04-19T09:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T09:21:41.228-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amos Story...the heart of a parent in the midst of adopting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J4eZybIXpm8&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J4eZybIXpm8&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe every parent who longs to adopt will feel like this song is a personal testimony. When I heard it on a friends blog I wanted to just go through the computer screen and hug the guy singing it. I get it. Even if it takes my last fleeting breath....I WILL GET YOU HERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christ Alone,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953555265862935061-8762503912390337688?l=romans12-9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/feeds/8762503912390337688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/04/amos-storythe-heart-of-parent-in-midst.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/8762503912390337688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/8762503912390337688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/04/amos-storythe-heart-of-parent-in-midst.html' title='Amos Story...the heart of a parent in the midst of adopting.'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067324760731378405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TDpDWnhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/_cokoiCqlIQ/S220/July+7+2010+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953555265862935061.post-4907752123961788418</id><published>2010-04-18T19:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T22:45:27.572-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Need to go Full-time...x3</title><content type='html'>I am posting this in answer to Linny's Crazy Love Challenge #2 you can visit here... &lt;a href="http://aplacecalledsimplicity.blogspot.com/2010/04/crazy-love-challenge-2.html"&gt;http://aplacecalledsimplicity.blogspot.com/2010/04/crazy-love-challenge-2.html&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just going to jump right into my need so you will have time to move on and read other's needs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a great job that is a "flex position" basically it means that I only work when they need me and during most of the year that is only around 20-30 hours per month...during the fourth quarter I can work up to 40 hours a week. Well it is a great job for a Mom because I can be off for plays and field trips ect. but right now I need more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go full-time for three reasons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) I need health insurance. I have several health issues and I have no other available options that are even remotely affordable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) We want to adopt. If I am not working full time we don't have a group health plan that would cover a child without pre-existing conditions and because we want to adopt a SN child this is a big deal. (Also my Employer gives $5,000 toward the cost of our adoption if I am full-time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) We want to be able to buy a home that can hold all of the children God wants to send us. Right now we rent a small home and we just chopped off part of our living room to add a VERY VERY small bedroom for our son so we have grown all we can here. We don't want an extravagant home we just want something clean, safe, and large enough to grow our family. To own this home I need to be working for awhile so that we can pay our debt off and get in the position to buy. Right now we are just getting buy...unable to save or pay debt down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no open jobs in my department but I KNOW that God can make a position for me. He has done it before. I can not move to another department until December of this year (my 18 month mark with the company) and I really LOVE my job and would LOVE to stay in my department. Please pray that God would give me favor with my bosses and that I will be able to go full time. I work hard and I believe that God will honor that. Please join me in praying about this! Thank You so much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christ Alone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953555265862935061-4907752123961788418?l=romans12-9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/feeds/4907752123961788418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/04/need-to-go-full-timex3.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/4907752123961788418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/4907752123961788418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/04/need-to-go-full-timex3.html' title='Need to go Full-time...x3'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067324760731378405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TDpDWnhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/_cokoiCqlIQ/S220/July+7+2010+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953555265862935061.post-6920839035277261760</id><published>2010-04-03T23:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T23:35:32.608-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>The Cost of Caring</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone! I hope your Easter weekend is going well. Things have been busy here! Mitch had surgery about two weeks ago, I spent a few days in the hospital at the beginning of the week with some heart issues and Colton is having surgery Monday! As I said busy!!! I just stopped by some other blogs and I realized that not reading and blogging latley have a little more to do with my attitude than they do my schedule. Honestly it is hard to read about journey's and look at little faces when my dream of another little one seems so far away. But as I read a few blogs of families getting ready to travel I realized that this is part of my calling...to care. I must read and I must pray and I must keep my heart broken for these children. I am afraid that if I don't I will end up wasting this life on things much less important than giving a child a family. So even though it may hurt to care I will chose to allow my heart to be broken for the things that break His heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christ Alone,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953555265862935061-6920839035277261760?l=romans12-9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/feeds/6920839035277261760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/04/cost-of-caring.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/6920839035277261760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/6920839035277261760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/04/cost-of-caring.html' title='The Cost of Caring'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067324760731378405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TDpDWnhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/_cokoiCqlIQ/S220/July+7+2010+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953555265862935061.post-8588314138177362513</id><published>2010-03-16T13:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T13:57:32.152-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Help bring 2 boys home!</title><content type='html'>Hi guys! Please go to &lt;a href="http://mattmandi.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html"&gt;http://mattmandi.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html&lt;/a&gt; and read this awesome story about how God is using one family to give a home to not 1 but 2 little boys in China. PLEASE go visit them and if you can also drop by &lt;a href="http://www.bringingdrewhome.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.bringingdrewhome.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; that is their fundraiser website. They are adopting one younger child and one young man who is about to "age out" of the system. This means there would be no other chance for him to be adopted and he could end up living on the street. They need our help! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christ Alone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953555265862935061-8588314138177362513?l=romans12-9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/feeds/8588314138177362513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/03/help-bring-2-boys-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/8588314138177362513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/8588314138177362513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/03/help-bring-2-boys-home.html' title='Help bring 2 boys home!'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067324760731378405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TDpDWnhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/_cokoiCqlIQ/S220/July+7+2010+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953555265862935061.post-6697952597137786293</id><published>2010-03-15T11:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T13:06:55.031-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miracles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Healing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Memorial Box Monday: LOOSED TO LIVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://aplacecalledsimplicity.blogspot.com/search/label/Memorial%20Box"&gt;&lt;img height="195" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/membox.jpg" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the picture above to go read all about what Memorial Box Monday is. This is my first Memorial Box Monday post...God has been so good to me I am sure there will be lots more of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several years ago on a Sunday morning I fell as I was coming down the stairs into our garage. My heel got caught on my dress and I fell about 3 1/2 feet and landed on concrete. My husband came to my rescue and helped me up and took me straight to the ER. I didn't break anything but I was in pain. I lived in pain for over a year. My back hurt my legs hurt; I couldn't get comfortable no matter what I did. I finally went to see a doctor and they ran an MRI and I had 2 ruptured disks and 2 bulging disks. I tried several things and after almost another year of Epidurals and meds I decided to go ahead and have the surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the surgery and lived the next 2 and a half years with NO pain! Praise God for that! Well last year for no reason whatsoever that I can think of I had a little back pain one day...and a little more the next, and by days 3 and 4 I was calling into work because I could barley walk and I yelled at really inappropriate times because the sharp pains were so bad. I would lay in bed; lay on the couch, walk and cry. I lived like this for a couple of weeks. I was so miserable. I knew I could not have a second surgery. I had no insurance and I knew that it would be quite awhile before I would be getting any. The doctor who did my first surgery told me that this would not be a permanent fix but he said I should get at least 5 years out of it. After only half that time I was in just as much pain as before and I was heartbroken at the idea of living in that pain for any length of time at all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sunday morning rolled around and I woke up in pain, I had to get my husband to help me out of bed so I could go to the bathroom. I was tired. I laid back down and began to cry. I just could not even fathom the idea of having to live like that for much longer. I laid there and I begin praying and I realized that God's will was for me to LIVE my life not LAY my life away. I knew that I could not fully live my life with the chains of this pain on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began thinking of all the healing Jesus did, of how people just touched the hem of His garment and were made whole; I thought of how he broke the chains of people possessed by demons and restored sight to the blind. I believed that God could do the same kind of miracle in me. I looked at my husband and said "When I get to church today I am going to have Dad (Who is also our Bishop or Senior Pastor) and our church pray for me and I am going to believe for my healing." Mitchell said something like "Well God can sure do it" and I thought for a minute and realized he was right GOD could do it! A&amp;nbsp;light went on in my head and it was like, oh wow Jesus said "Your faith has made you WHOLE" so all it takes is MY FAITH and HIS HEALING TOUCH...NOTHING ELSE!!!! So I started to pray...not a little prayer like...dear father if you decided to maybe do this thing for me....I mean I felt a GODLY BOLDNESS come over me and I stormed the throne room of heaven and asked my HEAVENLY FATHER to please touch and heal my body. Well after I got done praying I laid there completely still for a minute and I realized I wasn't hurting. So I moved a little...no pain...so I SAT UP (I hadn't been able to do that without help and then it was still a process) NO PAIN. Well I just have to be honest here and say that after that I really don't remember exactly what I did according to my family I ran, skipped, shouted, jumped and just had myself a little fit all with NO PAIN! I praised the Lord all over my house I praised the Lord in the shower and I praised the Lord all the way to church and I told everyone I came into contact with about my Miracle-working, Mountain-moving, Awe-inspiring, Gasp-giving God (stole that from &lt;a href="http://aplacecalledsimplicity.blogspot.com/"&gt;Linny&lt;/a&gt; can't help it I love that description of Him!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am keeping my eye out for a Memorial Box for our home and when I find one I will put a little doll house bed in it to remind me of the time that He LOOSED me to LIVE and not LAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953555265862935061-6697952597137786293?l=romans12-9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/feeds/6697952597137786293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/03/memorial-box-monday-loosed-to-live.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/6697952597137786293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/6697952597137786293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/03/memorial-box-monday-loosed-to-live.html' title='Memorial Box Monday: LOOSED TO LIVE'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067324760731378405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TDpDWnhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/_cokoiCqlIQ/S220/July+7+2010+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953555265862935061.post-3900594607837774110</id><published>2010-03-02T11:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T11:10:25.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Parade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-all-up-for-some-fun.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq207/abgk007/BlogParadeBannerSm.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;This is the first time I have ever joined a "Blog Parade" but I am looking forward to it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;So here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;1. What's your favorite time of the day, and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S400wd53meI/AAAAAAAAAck/URme9aW4qbg/s1600-h/front_door.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S400wd53meI/AAAAAAAAAck/URme9aW4qbg/s200/front_door.jpg" width="188" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;My favorite time of day is when I walk in my door after work or dropping the kids off at school (on days I am off) I love being home! (This is NOT my door but I think it is pretty and I don't have a pic of mine!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;2. If health wasn't an issue, what food could you live off of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S400vwGTOtI/AAAAAAAAAcc/n0KQoA1Zmm0/s1600-h/chickencass00.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S400vwGTOtI/AAAAAAAAAcc/n0KQoA1Zmm0/s200/chickencass00.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Chicken Cassarole...It's my favorite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;3. If you could have one wish granted (besides wishing for more wishes), what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S400xyyKGDI/AAAAAAAAAc0/L2Le_Bj0Wd0/s1600-h/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="158" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S400xyyKGDI/AAAAAAAAAc0/L2Le_Bj0Wd0/s200/images.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I would love to have a house full of babies from all over the world...I want my kitchen table to look like a NATO conference...only with more smiles and less drama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;4. What's one thing that you get teased about a lot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S4002D8En2I/AAAAAAAAAdE/FCMMVpIqwmo/s1600-h/woman+driving.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S4002D8En2I/AAAAAAAAAdE/FCMMVpIqwmo/s200/woman+driving.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I didn't do this but I very well could have...I am a BAD driver...which isn't good since I commute almost an hour to work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;5. If you could choose one movie, book, or TV show to spend your life in, which would you pick? What type of character would you be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S400u-QltAI/AAAAAAAAAcU/NE71QZyVoJU/s1600-h/a-walk-in-the-clouds1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S400u-QltAI/AAAAAAAAAcU/NE71QZyVoJU/s200/a-walk-in-the-clouds1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;A Walk In the Clouds..I think this movie is full of beautiful moments.&amp;nbsp;I love the female lead she is strong but soft all at the same time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;6. If you could have one talent that you don't already have, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S400zRw3HuI/AAAAAAAAAc8/8XEOvJ3uavE/s1600-h/norah-jones-243x279.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S400zRw3HuI/AAAAAAAAAc8/8XEOvJ3uavE/s200/norah-jones-243x279.jpg" width="174" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I would love to be able to sing...like Norah Jones!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;7.If money were no object, where would you go on vacation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S400xNAUBkI/AAAAAAAAAcs/AI8sQ25b6d4/s1600-h/hammock.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S400xNAUBkI/AAAAAAAAAcs/AI8sQ25b6d4/s200/hammock.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I would rent a beach house and lay in the hammock for a few years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;8. If you were an awesome singer, which genre would you sing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Christian Music that sounds like Norah Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;9. If you could have a $10,000 shopping spree to one store, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S400i2SVf2I/AAAAAAAAAb0/-tOr3BPMFiY/s1600-h/Target.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S400i2SVf2I/AAAAAAAAAb0/-tOr3BPMFiY/s200/Target.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I love, love, love that store!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;10. If you could live in any point in time, when would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S402hmgG1-I/AAAAAAAAAdM/4fhn7xbdZvI/s1600-h/004%20Rubik%27s%20cube%20Ideal%201980%20USA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="196" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S402hmgG1-I/AAAAAAAAAdM/4fhn7xbdZvI/s200/004%2520Rubik%2527s%2520cube%2520Ideal%25201980%2520USA.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I was born in 1980 and I fit right in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;11. If every outfit in your wardrobe had to be one color, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S400om9fOjI/AAAAAAAAAcE/ZqpsTkf5hxY/s1600-h/pink-clothes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="126" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S400om9fOjI/AAAAAAAAAcE/ZqpsTkf5hxY/s200/pink-clothes.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt; of course!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;12. If you were one of the seven dwarves, which one would you be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(Doc, Grumpy, Sneezy, Sleepy, Bashful, Happy, or Dopey)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S400mm3zxJI/AAAAAAAAAb8/B_XHbeLMKOM/s1600-h/Happy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S400mm3zxJI/AAAAAAAAAb8/B_XHbeLMKOM/s200/Happy.jpg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Simply because I don't like any of the other options!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;13. What's the last album you listened to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S400qPN7e9I/AAAAAAAAAcM/dss5O0oU7nM/s1600-h/plumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="70" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S400qPN7e9I/AAAAAAAAAcM/dss5O0oU7nM/s200/plumb.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;She rocks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;14. What's something we'd be surprised to know about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S403OJP0NCI/AAAAAAAAAdU/b4GgZf6mczw/s1600-h/1784994608_665234e2b7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S403OJP0NCI/AAAAAAAAAdU/b4GgZf6mczw/s320/1784994608_665234e2b7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I have a tattoo on my left shoulder...I love it and I would really like another one on my foot. It doesn't fit in with ANY of the rest of my life but I love art and I like being different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953555265862935061-3900594607837774110?l=romans12-9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/feeds/3900594607837774110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-parade.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/3900594607837774110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/3900594607837774110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-parade.html' title='Blog Parade!'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067324760731378405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TDpDWnhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/_cokoiCqlIQ/S220/July+7+2010+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S400wd53meI/AAAAAAAAAck/URme9aW4qbg/s72-c/front_door.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953555265862935061.post-7332967250756960786</id><published>2010-02-21T11:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T11:58:27.511-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Snapshot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah'/><title type='text'>Sunday Snapshot: Sweet Sarah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nihaoyall.com/search/label/Sunday%20Snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Ni Hao Y'all" src="http://i34.tinypic.com/20fq1hl.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In December of 1999 I became a mother for the first time. I will never forget the ride home from the hospital, it was less then 10 miles away from my house but I remember Mitchell going so slow and my heart jumping every time we hit a bump. I just didn't want anything to happen to her. She was so perfect and precious and my biggest fear was that something would hurt her. Now here we are over ten years later and I have learned so much from her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S4FcLUGWjaI/AAAAAAAAAbs/N8qlUzIYIEc/s1600-h/16850_298355635019_752040019_5005014_3140999_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S4FcLUGWjaI/AAAAAAAAAbs/N8qlUzIYIEc/s320/16850_298355635019_752040019_5005014_3140999_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Her smile lights up our home. She is such a loving girl. She is a straight A student, she loves the Lord and she is always waiting with a hug or a smooch on the cheek just when I need it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S4FcKYFjXWI/AAAAAAAAAbk/AdABbRjX7Ps/s1600-h/16850_298351675019_752040019_5005011_4271201_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S4FcKYFjXWI/AAAAAAAAAbk/AdABbRjX7Ps/s320/16850_298351675019_752040019_5005011_4271201_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She is stubborn. OH SO STUBBORN! (I have no clue where she gets that :-) She is an individual, when most girls are playing with their Barbie Dolls she is sorting her Bouncy Ball Collection. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S4FbidxQBdI/AAAAAAAAAbU/aRiq2VlJ0mc/s1600-h/101_8246.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S4FbidxQBdI/AAAAAAAAAbU/aRiq2VlJ0mc/s320/101_8246.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She loves to read and she loves music...both traits that she inherited from me. But she also loves to be outside, throw ball, and&amp;nbsp;ride her bike, just like her Dad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As I look at her now I feel the same way I did sitting in the back seat of that car a decade ago, I know some bumps are coming...there is no stopping it. She is such a beautiful girl and in the last year she has stopped thinking boys were "gross" (well except for her brother) and she has a "boyfriend" now.&amp;nbsp;I guess my fear is still the same; I don't want anyone or anything to hurt her. I know that hurt happens to us all and disappointments come. Just this month she competed in two Speech Contests, she won the first one and lost the second. She tried to act as if it didn't bother her but I looked into her big brown eyes and I knew just what she was feeling. I could almost see her thinking about what she should have done differently but I just wanted to hug her and make it go away. I don't want her to ever try to change who she is to please others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On that cold December day a decade ago, I placed her in the car seat and her Dad buckled her in tightly. I tucked blankets in around her and made sure her head was supported. That was all we could do, we prepared her for the bumps and then we had to trust God to get us to our destination safely. That is exactly what we have done at this point in her life. We placed her in a home full of love and safety, we have tucked her into a church family that loves her and she buckled herself to Jesus by asking him to be her savior. Over the last few years I have tried to support her by teaching her what the&amp;nbsp;Word of God says about how she should live her life. Now I have to sit back and prayerfully trust God to get us through the next decade safely. If I have learned anything as a parent it is that God loves her so much more than I can and His plan for her is perfect. Even more perfect than she was when I placed her in the car seat on a cold December day. My Sweet, Sweet Sarah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&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/6953555265862935061-7332967250756960786?l=romans12-9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/feeds/7332967250756960786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/02/sweet-sarah.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/7332967250756960786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/7332967250756960786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/02/sweet-sarah.html' title='Sunday Snapshot: Sweet Sarah'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067324760731378405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TDpDWnhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/_cokoiCqlIQ/S220/July+7+2010+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i34.tinypic.com/20fq1hl_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953555265862935061.post-3125748510137345978</id><published>2010-02-18T11:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T11:13:17.664-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Withering grass, that is what Peter called it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My withering flesh stinks!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Peter 1: 24 for&lt;br /&gt;“All flesh is like grass&lt;br /&gt;and all its glory like the flower of grass.&lt;br /&gt;The grass withers,&lt;br /&gt;and the flower falls,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so predictable. It is so selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in a very hard place right now. I wish I could put it into words. I wish I could put my finger on what it is I guess it is that I am "grieved by various trials" (1 Peter 1:6). Nothing seems easy. Nothing seems to just "fall into place". I am frustrated, stressed, and just in a poor mood overall! This is so out of character for me. I am such a positive person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have felt this way for awhile but until the last week I have been able to keep things in check. On Tuesday I think I pretty much just stopped trying to pretend everything is ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fail. I miserably fail at serving my sweet Jesus. I am just tired of failing but I know that no matter what I do I am flesh and I can't be perfect. I am frustrated by my failure. I understand that the frustration is a tool of the enemy to try and keep me feeling as if I can never do anything for God. I just don't know how to get off the spin cycle I am on. I need Jesus. I need the Holy Spirit. I need to be covered under the wings of the Almighty. I know it is me that keeps pushing Him away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel abandoned. I know I am not. But I am frustrated that I am not full time at my job yet. I am frustrated that we have not sent in any more of our paperwork for our adoption. We have been redoing some things around the house and everything is a mess that is adding to my stress level as well. I keep telling myself I have a great life, I am not hungry, I am not sick, I am not abused, I am not under persecution, over all I have a great life. That just makes me frustrated at myself for being frustrated. I know the answer is MORE JESUS less sherri...I am just having a hard time getting there. Please pray for me bloggy friends. Pray that my frustration will not get the best of me. Pray that the God of all peace will minister to me during this HARD time of various trials. I would appreciate it and return the favor when you are feeling a bit frustrated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christ Alone,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953555265862935061-3125748510137345978?l=romans12-9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/feeds/3125748510137345978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/02/frustration.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/3125748510137345978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/3125748510137345978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/02/frustration.html' title='Frustration!!!!!'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067324760731378405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TDpDWnhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/_cokoiCqlIQ/S220/July+7+2010+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953555265862935061.post-7374753928095089831</id><published>2010-01-31T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T14:02:17.946-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Snapshot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Sunday Snapshot: A lesson taught by Colton</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nihaoyall.com/search/label/Sunday%20Snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Ni Hao Y'all" src="http://i34.tinypic.com/20fq1hl.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This weekend I had big plans...plans to celebrate belated birthdays, plans to spend my time in specific ways...they all fell through. Some snow and a very sick little boy put everything on hold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit I was a bit agitated. I was frustrated and just wanted to pitch a fit. But last night as we rushed our very sick 7-year old to the Children's Hospital 30 minutes away on icy roads I realized that none of those little things matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are home safe today. Colton has mono. We are just so thankful that God's hand of protection and provision was on us this whole weekend. He wasn't surprised by one thing that happened. He knew that my plans were not going to be kept. But He kept His hand on us during our trials. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S2XSeWI2CQI/AAAAAAAAAbM/XF1cyIE-MXU/s1600-h/sickCJ.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/S2XSeWI2CQI/AAAAAAAAAbM/XF1cyIE-MXU/s320/sickCJ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last night I took this picture of Mitchell and Colt in the hospital bed. (That face Colt is making is a face of frustration over my need to snap pictures at really bad times.) Just a few minutes before I took this picture Colton was lying by himself and he looked at me and said "Mom, you know, God is just awesome" I said "Why do you say that sweetie?" he said "Because He is Mom, He just really is!" You know if my son can choose to praise God in the hard times then by all means I will do the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD IS GOOD ALL THE TIME AND ALL THE TIME GOD IS GOOD!&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/6953555265862935061-7374753928095089831?l=romans12-9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/feeds/7374753928095089831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/01/sunday-snapshot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/7374753928095089831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/7374753928095089831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/01/sunday-snapshot.html' title='Sunday Snapshot: A lesson taught by Colton'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067324760731378405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TDpDWnhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/_cokoiCqlIQ/S220/July+7+2010+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i34.tinypic.com/20fq1hl_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953555265862935061.post-761929095108247978</id><published>2010-01-30T10:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T11:00:07.610-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The begining'/><title type='text'>The New Blog, It's Name, and Where we Stand Now.</title><content type='html'>I am so excited to be posting on my new blog...Keisha at &lt;a href="http://www.blogsforbabies.blogspot.com/" title="http://www.blogsforbabies.blogspot.com "&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Blogs for Babies&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did a WONDERFUL job! Thanks Keisha!! I wanted a new blog because I wanted to blog about our family, adoption, and my general "soapbox" discussions all in one place. I will still keep Operation Giggle open so I can use it for all of that sort of stuff. But I will be taking down Princess with a Purpose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name for this blog came from a scripture Romans 12:9. My Dad who is also our Bishop (or Senior Pastor) preached a message out of Romans 12: 9-21 about the type of Christian we should be. I have to say that when my husband Mitchell and I took stock of how we have been living our lives we saw that so many times we don't meet the "par" set by Christ. Ever since that message we have been striving (and failing a lot) as a family to act like God intended for us to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now we are in limbo. We KNOW we are called to adopt. We WANTED to adopt a cutie that we met through Operation Giggle, we applied for adoption through a local agency and we ask them to search for the little girl (who I will call A). After about two weeks of looking for her they said they were unable to locate her file and would not be willing to continue to look. We were all very sad. My Colton started crying in the middle of Wal-Mart and said "but I want my little sister from China". That is the way we all felt. We WANT her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well during the time when the local agency was looking for her I had been following another blog about a family that had adopted from Ethiopia. I had shared with Mitchell and after they said they couldn't find "A's" file he said he wanted us to look into Ethiopia. We had been approved for Ethiopia as well when we applied with our agency. Well I had to try one more time to find her and if we didn't then we would go with Ethiopia. So I called an agency out of NY that a friend had recommended. They said that they would look for her file ONLY if we agreed to take another child from China if we did not find her file. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you see I put WANT and NEED in capital letters in this post. I did it for a reason. Sometimes the thing we WANT so badly is not what we NEED. It is not what God WANTS for us. I started feeling in my spirit that this just wasn't going to work out. I prayed and I just couldn't get peace that "A" was coming home to be our daughter. More than anything I need God to speak clearly to me through all of this and on the Sunday before I got the email from our agency telling us they couldn't find her I prayed a specific prayer. "God, I need to know your will, please either clearly OPEN or clearly SHUT the door to this child for us this week" well less than 24 hours later it closed through that email. Then even though I believed I knew His will for us was not sweet little "A" I pushed a little harder and called the NY office. When they told us we had to agree to take another sweetie from China after we had just agreed that if "A" wasn't available we would look into Ethiopian adoption I felt like this was God saying "No" again. Sometimes I still need to be told twice I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have our "initial approval" for Ethiopia...we have yet to step all the way on to the paper trail. We have one specific prayer request that we NEED to be answered for us to move any further. God knows all about it and I know he can take care of it. Please pray that He gives us patience while we wait on Him to move. I know, I know, it's not wise to prayer for patience...well I am going to need it on this adoption road so why not get it up front?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now when I dream of my sweet new baby I dream of precious little Ethiopian children and I am so excited to look into their chocolate brown eyes and know that they are home, but I know that God's plan for us is big and doesn't stop with this adoption and I can't help but think that someday I will also look into a set of beautiful almond eyes and welcome another precious child to our home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I will wait and I will strive everyday for the "mark" of&amp;nbsp;Romans 12:9-21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fff2cc;"&gt;9 Let love be genuine. Abhor what is evil; hold fast to what is good. 10 Love one another with brotherly affection. Outdo one another in showing honor. 11 Do not be slothful in zeal, be fervent in spirit, serve the Lord. 12 Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer. 13 Contribute to the needs of the saints and seek to show hospitality. 14 Bless those who persecute you; bless and do not curse them. 15 Rejoice with those who rejoice, weep with those who weep. 16 Live in harmony with one another. Do not be haughty, but associate with the lowly.&amp;nbsp;Never be wise in your own sight. 17 Repay no one evil for evil, but give thought to do what is honorable in the sight of all. 18 If possible, so far as it depends on you, live peaceably with all. 19 Beloved, never avenge yourselves, but leave it [9] to the wrath of God, for it is written, “Vengeance is mine, I will repay, says the Lord.” 20 To the contrary, “if your enemy is hungry, feed him; if he is thirsty, give him something to drink; for by so doing you will heap burning coals on his head.” 21 Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christ Alone,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953555265862935061-761929095108247978?l=romans12-9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/feeds/761929095108247978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-blog-its-name-and-where-we-stand.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/761929095108247978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953555265862935061/posts/default/761929095108247978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romans12-9.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-blog-its-name-and-where-we-stand.html' title='The New Blog, It&apos;s Name, and Where we Stand Now.'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067324760731378405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52OFJam2lFg/TDpDWnhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/_cokoiCqlIQ/S220/July+7+2010+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
