<?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-2220650500842664336</id><updated>2011-11-17T14:25:01.407-08:00</updated><category term='Songs'/><category term='Writings'/><category term='Media Reviews'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Birthdays'/><category term='For Fun'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='Recipes'/><category term='News'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Bend In The Road</title><subtitle type='html'>The random scribblings of a writer</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>213</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-8593377611215166136</id><published>2011-11-17T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T14:25:01.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing the World</title><content type='html'>It's easy to see the World through our problems and trials. Whatever happened to seeing the world for what it is: God's story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend. I see her most Saturdays when she comes to play with me while her Mom works out. In she comes, with the most goofy looking smile. Excitedly she walks toward the gate that will let her into our world. She is happy to be here. We are the fun center and she is the child come to play. We always watch her closely and take her to the toddler area. Her younger sister comes too. Whenever our eyes meet I know she will ask me again.&lt;br /&gt;"What's your name?"&lt;br /&gt;"My name is Molly, what is yours?"&lt;br /&gt;"What's your name?"&lt;br /&gt;"I just told you. Molly."&lt;br /&gt;"What's your name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves to make friends. She would love to play ball. But most of the time she doesn't. Her eyes are fixed on all the bright colors, all of the other kids, on the world. The rest of the time she likes to talk. Mostly about people and their names. She forgets sometimes, so we gently remind her. She loves to say my name too. Rolling off her tongue like a mighty waterfall cascading over rocks.&lt;br /&gt;"Mmmooolly!"&lt;br /&gt;With glee she realizes that she got it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another friend. His name is Cameron. I see him on Sundays when I go to church. Usually I will do most of the talking.&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Cameron! How are you? Did you have a good week?"&lt;br /&gt;He will smile or look at me sometimes, but most of the time he just keeps on walking by me. We are supposed to be going into church after all. His Mom and Dad smile and apologize for his rudeness and then follow their determined leader.&lt;br /&gt;Watching Cameron eat is the icing on the cake. He will grunt, he will shout, he will point to make sure everyone remembers that it's time to eat. He is fed his food by his Mom. Occasionally he will try it himself. He is getting better at it. Smiles grow like trees in a forest on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, eating is good. The World is good. That man is sad? What does he have to be sad about? We still have friends, we still food; What more do we need? Oh, and we have a Sovereign creator God who loves us and is control of all things. He is the &lt;em&gt;Terra Firma&lt;/em&gt;, the solid ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soli Deo Gloria&lt;/em&gt;, to God alone be the glory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-8593377611215166136?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/8593377611215166136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=8593377611215166136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/8593377611215166136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/8593377611215166136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2011/11/see-world.html' title='Seeing the World'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-2137957211181573502</id><published>2011-10-31T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T16:05:42.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christ the Conqueror</title><content type='html'>My awesome big brother gave this wonderful sermon yesterday. In honor of Reformation day I encourage you to watch it and be prepared to be challenged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/31361096?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0" webkitallowfullscreen="" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/31361096"&gt;Sermon: Christ the Conqueror | Reformation Day (Toby Sumpter)&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/canonwired"&gt;Canon Wired&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mighty fortress is our God, a trusty shield and weapon;&lt;br /&gt;He helps us free from every need that hath us now overtaken.&lt;br /&gt;The old evil foe now means deadly woe; deep guile and great might&lt;br /&gt;Are his dread arms in fight; on Earth is not his equal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With might of ours can naught be done, soon were our loss effected;&lt;br /&gt;But for us fights the Valiant One, Whom God Himself elected.&lt;br /&gt;Ask ye, Who is this? Jesus Christ it is.&lt;br /&gt;Of Sabbath Lord, and there`s none other God;&lt;br /&gt;He holds the field forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though devils all the world should fill, all eager to devour us.&lt;br /&gt;We tremble not, we fear no ill, they shall not overpower us.&lt;br /&gt;This world`s prince may still scowl fierce as he will,&lt;br /&gt;He can harm us none, he`s judged; the deed is done;&lt;br /&gt;One little word can fell him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Word they still shall let remain nor any thanks have for it;&lt;br /&gt;He`s by our side upon the plain with His good gifts and Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;And take they our life, goods, fame, child and wife,&lt;br /&gt;Let these all be gone, they yet have nothing won;&lt;br /&gt;The Kingdom ours remaineth.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-An alternative translation of the hymn &lt;i&gt;A Mighty Fortress&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-2137957211181573502?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/2137957211181573502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=2137957211181573502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/2137957211181573502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/2137957211181573502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2011/10/christ-conqueror.html' title='Christ the Conqueror'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-483050647067289320</id><published>2011-10-29T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T18:17:35.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is October 29, 2011 and it behooves me to apologize to any readers who may still be reading me. (I think I may have let many go since I have not been writing on here consistently.) Never fear though, I have returned to blogging. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I last posted in June when I was wordsmithing in little Moscow, Id. (In other words I was attending a writers workshop there). It was a wonderful experience and one which I appreciate having. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since then, I have been busy. I was blessed to be a part of a movie project called &lt;a href="http://firstimpressionsthemovie.com/"&gt;First Impressions&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Working behind the scenes of that movie has been so much fun! Lord willing, that movie will be released in late Spring of next year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="https://s-hphotos-sjc1.fbcdn.net/hphotos-snc7/309807_275940605773142_219198154780721_878897_410458520_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 446px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="https://s-hphotos-sjc1.fbcdn.net/hphotos-snc7/309807_275940605773142_219198154780721_878897_410458520_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;having too much fun on the set of the movie. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I also started writing for our local paper this summer and have had three articles in the paper so far.&lt;br /&gt;Now we are moving into the fall/winter months and life is still busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Molly &lt;/em&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/2220650500842664336-483050647067289320?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/483050647067289320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=483050647067289320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/483050647067289320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/483050647067289320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-summer.html' title='My Summer'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-4369253399761402485</id><published>2011-06-28T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T09:56:33.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordsmithing</title><content type='html'>Here is a look at what I will be learning the next few days. :) Check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.canonwired.com/featured/wordsmithing/"&gt;http://www.canonwired.com/featured/wordsmithing/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-4369253399761402485?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/4369253399761402485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=4369253399761402485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/4369253399761402485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/4369253399761402485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2011/06/wordsmithing.html' title='Wordsmithing'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-5097287930179057307</id><published>2011-06-14T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T19:45:38.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Descriptive scene</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.millyramsey.com/indexpics/oranges.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.millyramsey.com/indexpics/oranges.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The smell of fruit reaches my nostrils as I enter the produce section. Dazzled by the brightness of all the colors, I am reminded of a rainbow on a cloudy day. Suddenly I am brought out of dream land by recalling why I am here: oranges. Making my way over to the stand holding all of the radiant harvest, I hear the reverberation of my phone. Whoever is on the other end quickly hangs up. I'm not surprised. Over the past week I've been getting a non-miniscule amount of telemarketers towing the line. Shaking my head, I move onto the oranges that are awaiting my arrival.&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally I'm not the only one with an objective. Another lofty, chestnut-haired lady occupies the space of my destination. Undaunted by the presence of a fellow schemer I wait patiently. Five ticks pass. While I wait for her to finish picking out her copious amount of oranges, my phone chimes again. Assuming it's just another sales call, I ignore it. Then I see that my tall companion is now on her phone. Pride gets the better of me and I try to signal her to let me by. Unfortunately she doesn't see me or just chooses not to.&lt;br /&gt;Sighing audibly, I begin to observe my surroundings. Across the room a father holds his little girl while she reaches tiny fingers out to grab a bag of bread. Near the door is a stand that holds baskets full of luscious fruit. Furiously busy, the whole store seems to be an ant farm with all the workers laboring.&lt;br /&gt;Another five minutes pass. The lady in front of me finishes up her conversation and starts to move off. Seeing my phone still out, this pleasant customer points out how attractive my red rimmed piece of technology looks. Agreeably, she doesn't stay to chat long as her storage bin of produce is now beginning to droop. However I soon discover that I may miss her sparkling personality because the best oranges are now gone. Overcome with frustration I begin to frantically search for the best of all that’s left.&lt;br /&gt;Hitting me like a sledgehammer, the ring of my phone goes off again. Intolerantly I answer with my sweetest bird chirp. It's my husband calling. After asking me what I'm up to he informs me not to worry about picking up oranges, he already did that. Ready to burst, I feel like singing. Because of so many people around I simply convey my gratitude solemnly. Free of worry and care, I am reminded to always have my phone on when shopping for oranges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-5097287930179057307?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/5097287930179057307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=5097287930179057307&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/5097287930179057307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/5097287930179057307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2011/06/descriptive-scene.html' title='Descriptive scene'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-5157687259652046825</id><published>2011-05-27T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T16:18:24.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Gods Glory</title><content type='html'>My little brother graduated this past week. It was so cool to watch him stand up there and see what kind of man he has become. (yeah, he made me cry.) It reminded me of the year I graduated. It was certainly a different group of graduates that year. There were only four of us, so things were much shorter and um sweeter. Of course I've thought since then how cool it might have been had I graduated with a larger class. However I'm sure I could see somebody saying "What? It was so hard to figure out graduation with a large class. Give me a small one any day!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This illustrates and comes back to something that God has been teaching me. Discontentment is an ugly thing. I'm sure most people know that, but it's hard to grasp. I've been realizing that contentment will come when we try to see our situation as a blessing. This is never easy, believe me, I know. When there are hard things happening in our lives, it's not our first reaction to think of them as blessings. I've asked myself why it's so easy to be discontent. I believe one reason is because we aren't seeing our situation as glorifying to God. Sure you may be having a hard time at home. Yes, the job may be difficult. But if that is where God has put you, then it's for His glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I had realized before how much time I was wasting being discontent. Whatever situation you are in should be used for Gods glory. That's why He put you there, that's why you think, that's why you live: to glorify Him. God uses our desires and hopes for His purposes, not mine. Don't waste time being discontent with where you are at in your life. Instead, start looking for ways you con glorify God right now. God can use your suffering, your pain, your loss for His glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week God was truly glorified. Thirteen graduates stood up and honored Him. Praise was given not for their accomplishments but for all the glory God had received through them. Their class was large compared to mine, but that's okay because I know God used both classes for His honor and fame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-5157687259652046825?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/5157687259652046825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=5157687259652046825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/5157687259652046825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/5157687259652046825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2011/05/for-gods-glory.html' title='For Gods Glory'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-5084422606079851868</id><published>2011-04-06T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T08:54:45.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An encouragement to spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTT1uYG0CIi6K121l_Ay_Q6w6U34wL5DxtJp1QjlL36C1mmkb2Tng"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 305px; float: right; height: 165px;" alt="" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTT1uYG0CIi6K121l_Ay_Q6w6U34wL5DxtJp1QjlL36C1mmkb2Tng" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;May the flowers bloom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRuRUT2MPl3guC0aRp4koNGrNN3nL1nRPeHNNuwXtuTetA4znOirQ"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 259px; float: left; height: 194px;" alt="" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRuRUT2MPl3guC0aRp4koNGrNN3nL1nRPeHNNuwXtuTetA4znOirQ" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;May the rain drops cease&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.womanaroundtown.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/kors-platform-750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 333px; display: block; height: 147px;" alt="" src="http://www.womanaroundtown.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/kors-platform-750.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;and May the sandals come out! :) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-5084422606079851868?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/5084422606079851868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=5084422606079851868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/5084422606079851868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/5084422606079851868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2011/04/encouragement-to-spring.html' title='An encouragement to spring'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-6297573838764771696</id><published>2011-03-22T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T18:21:21.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny Days</title><content type='html'>Today was a sunny day. Yes, I literally saw the sun. It made me happy and glad to be alive. Then I started thinking, why is that? Why do I feel happy to be alive on sunny days and feel tired and depressed on the cloudy days? Cloudy days remind us of what we are missing. They show how dark and ugly the sky can look. But no matter how dark and cloudy it may get there will always be the sun behind those clouds. It may be delayed in showing itself, but the Sun will never fail to come up (unless God tells it to stop coming up). No matter how long and endless the darkness may seem, the sun will ultimately break through and shine even more brilliantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the same with sin in our world. No matter how dark the news, how devastating the times, how gut-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wrenching&lt;/span&gt; we hurt, God is still there. His truth and justice will prevail no matter what. This is our struggle, our curse. But there is the light still &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;piercing&lt;/span&gt; through the clouds of torment and anguish. Sin is sin, and it can be very ugly. It's easy to lose hope. It's easy to be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;condemning&lt;/span&gt;. Whatever we have to face, it is still in the light of God's presence. It can be frustrating to see others in sin and they don't have a clue. The light is still there. Hardships &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;afflict&lt;/span&gt; us and we wonder where the light has gone. The light is still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you know it, the darkness has passed and clouds are gone. The sun is out and we gaze at it in wonder. Then it is covered up and hidden yet again. We are looking and looking for it. Then the sun bursts out and makes our mouths drop all over again. I think God is good at that. I think he enjoys sunny days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-6297573838764771696?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/6297573838764771696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=6297573838764771696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/6297573838764771696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/6297573838764771696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2011/03/sunny-days.html' title='Sunny Days'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-3955465398706596732</id><published>2011-03-15T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T20:38:12.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome  new song</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gEHLxqB-U2o" allowfullscreen="" width="640" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-3955465398706596732?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/3955465398706596732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=3955465398706596732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/3955465398706596732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/3955465398706596732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2011/03/awesome-new-song.html' title='Awesome  new song'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/gEHLxqB-U2o/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-7351721758028556158</id><published>2011-03-14T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T16:46:04.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Culture of Adoption</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRsmoPioDXa9nNXFVkPHDf8IEO7mYMXT0aU9WUTq9RwFQGDtLUJwg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 274px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 184px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRsmoPioDXa9nNXFVkPHDf8IEO7mYMXT0aU9WUTq9RwFQGDtLUJwg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQsyHHJuaI7XKU_TvwIohCBN2Ea_8p1oIMmPxK1713Vaj5wS4wqZw"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 183px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQsyHHJuaI7XKU_TvwIohCBN2Ea_8p1oIMmPxK1713Vaj5wS4wqZw" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Adoption is not just about couples who want children-or who want more children. Adoption is about an entire culture within our churches, a culture that sees adoption as part of our Great Commission mandate and as a sign of the gospel itself. This book is intended for families who want to adopt and wonder whether they should. It is also intended for parents and children who've been adopted and who wonder how to raise then from here. It is for middle-aged fathers and mothers whose children have just told them they are thinking about adoption."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;From Adopted For Life by Russell D. Moore&lt;/em&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/2220650500842664336-7351721758028556158?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/7351721758028556158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=7351721758028556158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/7351721758028556158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/7351721758028556158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2011/03/culture-of-adoption.html' title='A Culture of Adoption'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-6384552615862305980</id><published>2011-02-26T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T22:24:11.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review: The Grace Card</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEic_j5OvHM/SwGFCiFmjhI/AAAAAAAALCk/s83VpAaSDzM/s1600/The%2BGrace%2BCard%2B1-794142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 410px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEic_j5OvHM/SwGFCiFmjhI/AAAAAAAALCk/s83VpAaSDzM/s1600/The%2BGrace%2BCard%2B1-794142.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mac McDonald is an angry man. He needs help, he needs to change, he just doesn't know it yet. Sam Write is a Preacher, has a wonderful family, and enjoys life. He also needs to change, he also needs something more. These two cops are put together as partners. Their personalities and differences clash, at first, until tragedy strikes. It's this tragedy that brings them together that shows them what they both need: Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTbmL6ZWjlVRK-PnOXHE1hFaX7QLZ4PD9esbnFDmKu0pJnVXnNrQA"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 169px;" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTbmL6ZWjlVRK-PnOXHE1hFaX7QLZ4PD9esbnFDmKu0pJnVXnNrQA" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros: Not bad for a first time film from Graceworks pictures. They found a good actor in Michael Higgenbottom (Sam Write) and Michael Joiner gives an okay performance as Mac McDonald. They both improved as the film progressed and they played off each other well. The story was also great! These were real people with real problems who needed to learn from each other. The Grace Card charms us with people and events that we can relate to. One last side note is that there was also some fun camera work which looked quite good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRda_T-uW3xus5LjcMi9cX2BO2nDxI6KBl5maaWAaHTv2EoDHp6"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 178px;" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRda_T-uW3xus5LjcMi9cX2BO2nDxI6KBl5maaWAaHTv2EoDHp6" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons: While the acting wasn't too bad for first time actors it was by no means perfect. The two leads were the best with everyone else being able to slip in behind the scenes with their amateur flair ups. The story had a great message but there were a few instances when it felt like it could have been told better. A couple cliches and easy to discover plot points were a draw back. In addition, there were a few times it felt a little preachy. I'm not saying it's wrong to have christian films, but can we make christian films in a way that the story simply tells the story and doesn't preach very loudly. Letting the story tell the story is a good thing for any movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Grace Card does deserve applause from all Christians. This is not a simple story, which was great, and a very good one to tell. I've been very vague because I think you should see it! I think it not only needs support and encouragement, but Christians can learn from this movie how to make better movies. So check to see if the Grace Card is playing in your area, get some popcorn, and go see it. Be prepared for some off moments, but check out those awesome moments too. The Grace Card is another step in a long line for Christians to learn how to be good film makers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-6384552615862305980?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/6384552615862305980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=6384552615862305980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/6384552615862305980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/6384552615862305980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2011/02/movie-review-grace-card.html' title='Movie Review: The Grace Card'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEic_j5OvHM/SwGFCiFmjhI/AAAAAAAALCk/s83VpAaSDzM/s72-c/The%2BGrace%2BCard%2B1-794142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-5793552618148525898</id><published>2010-12-29T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T13:17:13.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My awesome Bro</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px;"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iDaPHpwy-HE?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iDaPHpwy-HE?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-5793552618148525898?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/5793552618148525898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=5793552618148525898&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/5793552618148525898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/5793552618148525898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-awesome-bro.html' title='My awesome Bro'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-4521617276636148744</id><published>2010-12-27T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T13:47:49.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope When Life Hurts Most</title><content type='html'>I recently watched &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hope-When-Life-Hurts-Most/dp/B0018OLQ6O"&gt;this talk&lt;/a&gt; by Louie Giglio. It was very encouraging and engaging. Louie has a way of making you think and a way of talking that you can relate to. He is very evangelistic in his approach but very down to earth. I had seen one of his other talks (which was also very good!) but this particular one grabbed me. Again it was encouraging to me and good reminder of where to turn my gaze when trouble comes. As Louie would say, it's not a question of if it will come but what you do when it does come. I could say more, but instead I would like to share part of it with you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KmJOko2Tygg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KmJOko2Tygg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-4521617276636148744?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/4521617276636148744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=4521617276636148744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/4521617276636148744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/4521617276636148744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2010/12/hope-when-life-hurts-most.html' title='Hope When Life Hurts Most'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-720342778321030856</id><published>2010-12-26T21:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T21:35:02.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/TRglchsVSYI/AAAAAAAACfY/cbDN1ftDafQ/s1600/Christmas%2B2010%2B037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/TRglchsVSYI/AAAAAAAACfY/cbDN1ftDafQ/s320/Christmas%2B2010%2B037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555231312372386178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-720342778321030856?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/720342778321030856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=720342778321030856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/720342778321030856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/720342778321030856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/TRglchsVSYI/AAAAAAAACfY/cbDN1ftDafQ/s72-c/Christmas%2B2010%2B037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-1685294867971986643</id><published>2010-12-20T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T22:36:27.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temple Grandin: Movie Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQDj7ZZaItXs4QGwyBwt5FmF_uWgeVgXIOfhUz8_JzkxdH7RMCR"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 280px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQDj7ZZaItXs4QGwyBwt5FmF_uWgeVgXIOfhUz8_JzkxdH7RMCR" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Temple Grandin was diagnosed with autism when she was four years old. Ever since, life has been a challenge for her and her family. Little by little, Temple grows into a person who has profound affect on many peoples lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pros&lt;/strong&gt;: This is an amazing story and told in such a compelling way. One minute you are cheering for Temple, the next you are crying for her, the next you are wondering what she will do. Temple lived in a time when Autism was misunderstood. She paved the way for many Autistic persons to live relatively normally in our society.The story keeps a good pace, not too fast or slow, and all the while we are being fed lots of information. Autism is shown first-hand, the uniqeness of it and the challenges. The acting was superb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQG12P-XX4gxAKoT2FXanLmh3IEviBQ_mq2u6aIO6Of9F36-hIUAA"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 256px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQG12P-XX4gxAKoT2FXanLmh3IEviBQ_mq2u6aIO6Of9F36-hIUAA" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire Danes stars as Temple, and what a star she is. Danes steals our hearts and draws us into how Temple thinks and why she does certain things. Visually we are also drawn in. The camera gives us an idea of what might go through Temples mind as she thinks. It does this by snapping and showing us pictures. Temple is a visual learner, so we see the pictures she puts together to figure problems out. This is very neat way of getting into an autistic persons mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS5CVbbvEYQANMjsyX_ciaKbcANS_qmAaGyNR21d63E--tPxv_tFQ"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 276px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS5CVbbvEYQANMjsyX_ciaKbcANS_qmAaGyNR21d63E--tPxv_tFQ" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cons: &lt;/strong&gt;While the story doesn't move too fast, some little details might be missed if you aren't watching or listening carefully. You being educated on autism through most of the film so you need to pay attention to the little details. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are some wonderful themes in Temple Grandin. Temples mother shows a great deal of love and patience with her daughter. When Temple is first diagnosed, her mother is told to institutionalize her. This is something her mother refuses to do. Instead she works with her daughter so that she can learn to live in the world. Temple is given a great deal of help, but she also is very smart. People learn not to underestimate her. She can do most of what normal people do. She thinks differently, and sees the world differently but that's all. The message is clear, every life is precious and unique in God's eye. So, in short, watch this movie! ;) It's a compelling and thoughtful film with a great message.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-1685294867971986643?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/1685294867971986643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=1685294867971986643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/1685294867971986643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/1685294867971986643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2010/12/temple-grandin-movie-review.html' title='Temple Grandin: Movie Review'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-7217278578226071238</id><published>2010-12-20T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T11:02:06.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Masquerade Ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/TQ-n8PZhakI/AAAAAAAACfM/e9Wby77Kfds/s1600/ball%2B013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/TQ-n7mpMFVI/AAAAAAAACe8/OHLl65XZSiE/s320/ball%2B009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552841507998537042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/TQ-n7fgbJOI/AAAAAAAACe0/ulGlM484x5Q/s1600/ball%2B008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/TQ-n7fgbJOI/AAAAAAAACe0/ulGlM484x5Q/s320/ball%2B008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552841506082727138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/TQ-n7Bkm_GI/AAAAAAAACes/IdRWUr8VANI/s1600/ball%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/TQ-n7Bkm_GI/AAAAAAAACes/IdRWUr8VANI/s320/ball%2B003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552841498047216738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-7217278578226071238?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/7217278578226071238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=7217278578226071238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/7217278578226071238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/7217278578226071238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-masquerade-ball.html' title='Christmas Masquerade Ball'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/TQ-n8PZhakI/AAAAAAAACfM/e9Wby77Kfds/s72-c/ball%2B013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-7844070333831724714</id><published>2010-12-18T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T15:18:58.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review: The Voyage of the Dawn Treader</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQM5s1oUCkQkynTZZJBYrOHx33_5s5MHK_nRvQWJn9QMc0dWV6Lcw"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 299px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 168px; CURSOR: pointer" border="0" alt="" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQM5s1oUCkQkynTZZJBYrOHx33_5s5MHK_nRvQWJn9QMc0dWV6Lcw" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy and Edmond return to Narnia in this third installment of the Chronicles of Narnia, dragging their cousin Eustace along with them. It's an adventure on the high seas with all your favorite Narnian friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRSXLlRNL2mjH2IRZWGSzq5RAPP_MHAxiKHxy-avCjPriChoscJtQ"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 281px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: pointer" border="0" alt="" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRSXLlRNL2mjH2IRZWGSzq5RAPP_MHAxiKHxy-avCjPriChoscJtQ" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Pros&lt;/span&gt;: Great Story! Overall they keep to the story that Lewis wrote. Having read all the books, it was pretty noticeable to me when they changed it, but, if you haven't you should be able to enjoy a fun voyage. Characters were well done. Eustace (played by Will Poulter) was particularly fun. Poulter gives us a good balance of an annoying little brat and an endearing, funny friend. Another character that stood out was Reepicheep, the mouse. Masterfully voiced by Simon Pegg, Reepicheep is another character which we grow to love through his funny antics and unshakable bravery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Cons&lt;/span&gt;: The film seemed a bit choppy at places, particularly in the last battle scene. Although there are not too many changes from the book, there are a few, and some of them didn't really enhance the story that well. One change was a green mist that is shown over and over. I can understand why this change was made, but I thought it was a little cheesy in comparison to the great Lewis story. A little of the acting went off course in some areas, but wasn't too bad over all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum up, Dawn Treader is another lovable Lewis tale which has been brought to the screen in a very Lewis way. Despite it's few faults, this film brings good story, humor, and some good casting with it. Those true Narnian purists who wish it had stayed with the book have a right to complain and yet I want to give them something to think about. This is not a Lewis movie. When you first see it, the changes may startle you and confuse you at first. Just be prepared to let the film tell the story its way. Sometimes it's the Lewis way, sometimes not. But overall you should come away refreshed by being in Aslan's presence, fighting a duel with Reepicheep, and sympathizing with the doubting Eustace. Add a few Lewis twists into the mix and you have one adventurous voyage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRp9fj8Xj0vR_Blk3FY64nGBmCMQT2JCVSZSLVP41GhMkg3s5mH5Q"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 172px; CURSOR: pointer" border="0" alt="" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRp9fj8Xj0vR_Blk3FY64nGBmCMQT2JCVSZSLVP41GhMkg3s5mH5Q" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-7844070333831724714?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/7844070333831724714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=7844070333831724714&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/7844070333831724714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/7844070333831724714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2010/12/review-voyage-of-dawn-treader.html' title='Review: The Voyage of the Dawn Treader'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-7744888499840834799</id><published>2010-12-16T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T10:32:38.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voyage of the Dawn Treader</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/126iGMXCRAo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/126iGMXCRAo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-7744888499840834799?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/7744888499840834799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=7744888499840834799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/7744888499840834799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/7744888499840834799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2010/12/voyage-of-dawn-treader_16.html' title='Voyage of the Dawn Treader'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-3235132712960949954</id><published>2010-09-22T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T18:00:58.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Adventures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/TJqlYefwkBI/AAAAAAAACd0/sGcMuw4Us9k/s1600/Idaho+trip+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/TJqlYefwkBI/AAAAAAAACd0/sGcMuw4Us9k/s320/Idaho+trip+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519906133217677330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm scared, excited, and feel really unprepared all at the same time. You see, I start college classes next week. It's very strange and mind boggling. I don't know if I'll continue next term, but it's something very different. Growing up being home schooled, it might take me a little bit to adjust to having to do homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/TJqmNLprGiI/AAAAAAAACeE/-zTMh7RYwXo/s1600/Idaho+trip+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/TJqmNLprGiI/AAAAAAAACeE/-zTMh7RYwXo/s320/Idaho+trip+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519907038692055586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I'm a little nervous about is Math. You see, I've never been very good at Math (as evidenced by my placement test scores) and all last year, I've been taking a break from school. No Math. Uh, oh.  :) No, I'm sure I'll get into the swing of things. What I really think and pray about are the influences I'll come in contact with. I know maybe four of five people taking classes at the same college as me. That's it. I will be meeting new people, getting into a new schedule, and I'm praying that I won't let this influence me for the bad. God is in control, I know. I'm confident that He will be with me every step of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Therefore, whether you eat or drink, or whatever you do, do all to the glory of God."&lt;/span&gt; -1 Corinthians 10:31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in your prayers as I strive to learn more and grow in my walk with Christ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/TJqlYgJ40fI/AAAAAAAACd8/2zar8j6CDyA/s1600/Dip-in-dots.bmp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/TJqmfZve3cI/AAAAAAAACeM/iUtmKNclGk0/s1600/Dip-in-dots.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/TJqmfZve3cI/AAAAAAAACeM/iUtmKNclGk0/s320/Dip-in-dots.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519907351712161218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-3235132712960949954?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/3235132712960949954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=3235132712960949954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/3235132712960949954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/3235132712960949954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-adventures.html' title='New Adventures'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/TJqlYefwkBI/AAAAAAAACd0/sGcMuw4Us9k/s72-c/Idaho+trip+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-5611074122439562207</id><published>2010-09-22T17:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T17:29:24.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why go to Church?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://historicbuildingsct.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/first-church-columbia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 270px;" src="http://historicbuildingsct.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/first-church-columbia.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've heard it a lot: "No, our family does home church." "Sorry, Sunday is my day to sleep in." "I work on Sundays, too bad." Whatever the reason, I've gotten to know some people who don't go to church &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;consistently&lt;/span&gt;. (That is the key word. These people may go to church two or three times a year, but that's all.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a different experience, growing up with families who are consistent Church-goers. Whenever I think of this, I always come to the why. Why are these people not choosing to fellowship with God's people? Now, don't mistake me, these people may be Christians and I believe they probably are (however, that's not for me to say). The more important question is why some would think it right to deprive themselves of such a good gift from God. They all have various reasons: Church is hypocritical, can't find one that I like, I had a bad experience, my relationship with Christ is more important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing is, this all starts with the Church. Is she accurately representing who Christ is? That's her job, after all. So, in some ways, it is her fault for not acting like the bride of Christ. But, I would also add, that those who are not attending Church, are not off the hook. Why would you want to "date the church" instead of making a commitment to her (as Josh Harris would say in his book: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stop Dating the Church: Falling in love with the family of God&lt;/span&gt;.) and sticking with her in the hard times and the good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Church is not only important for your spiritual growth, but also for the edification of others at your Church. You will bring something new, challenging, and encouraging to your fellow believers. That is what the Church is all about! More importantly, why would you not want to spend time with your God? You say you're a christian? Good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"But someone will say, 'You have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;faith&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, and I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;works&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.' Show me your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;faith&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; without your  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;works&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, and I will show you my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;faith&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; by my  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;works&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt; - James 2:18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to church is not about you and what you want, its about following and trusting God in all things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-5611074122439562207?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/5611074122439562207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=5611074122439562207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/5611074122439562207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/5611074122439562207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2010/09/why-go-to-church.html' title='Why go to Church?'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-7231349253840386954</id><published>2010-09-17T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T12:39:00.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Pics</title><content type='html'>Mom and I had some fun birthdays! :P Here are some pictures for you to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/TJPDVhtJ7iI/AAAAAAAACdk/EWOgIWe3nlk/s1600/CCGP+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/TJPDVhtJ7iI/AAAAAAAACdk/EWOgIWe3nlk/s320/CCGP+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517968743051423266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/TJPDVLlcHEI/AAAAAAAACdc/UNjjxU_w6bo/s1600/Mom%27s+Birthday+%286%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/TJPDVLlcHEI/AAAAAAAACdc/UNjjxU_w6bo/s320/Mom%27s+Birthday+%286%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517968737113480258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/TJPDUqnRwUI/AAAAAAAACdU/dlKs6W72QGw/s1600/Mom%27s+Birthday+%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/TJPDUqnRwUI/AAAAAAAACdU/dlKs6W72QGw/s320/Mom%27s+Birthday+%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517968728262820162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/TJPDT6eHpsI/AAAAAAAACdM/kfenhDfUmhs/s1600/Mom%27s+Birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/TJPDT6eHpsI/AAAAAAAACdM/kfenhDfUmhs/s320/Mom%27s+Birthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517968715339507394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/TJPDTb3gDlI/AAAAAAAACdE/BFRgEQloWDg/s1600/Mom%27s+Birthday+%284%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/TJPB0TcyCHI/AAAAAAAACck/WDfgJL43PHk/s320/Molly%27s+birthday+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517967072777341042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-7231349253840386954?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/7231349253840386954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=7231349253840386954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/7231349253840386954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/7231349253840386954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2010/09/birthday-pics.html' title='Birthday Pics'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/TJPDVhtJ7iI/AAAAAAAACdk/EWOgIWe3nlk/s72-c/CCGP+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-6013794984837884729</id><published>2010-08-03T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T16:37:48.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>G.K. Chesterton</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If There were no God, there would be no Atheists.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good novel tells the truth about its hero; but a bad novel tells the truth about its author.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art, like morality, consists of drawing the line somewhere.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes from chesterton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-6013794984837884729?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/6013794984837884729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=6013794984837884729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/6013794984837884729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/6013794984837884729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2010/08/gk-chesterton.html' title='G.K. Chesterton'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-6022614986349714756</id><published>2010-08-02T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T17:04:01.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Felicity!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/TFdcO2CPB3I/AAAAAAAACbM/E6-3tY78szQ/s1600/Molly%27s+trip+to+Idaho-+Sept+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/TFdcO2CPB3I/AAAAAAAACbM/E6-3tY78szQ/s320/Molly%27s+trip+to+Idaho-+Sept+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500966879949162354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my fun, smart Niece: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/TFdcOVBskcI/AAAAAAAACbE/vLA-jiBbalY/s1600/Toby+Family+Visit-+June+2010+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/TFdcOVBskcI/AAAAAAAACbE/vLA-jiBbalY/s320/Toby+Family+Visit-+June+2010+057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500966871088533954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so cute in how you explain things and tell it like it is. :)&lt;br /&gt;I love how you are so full of energy and so full of life. I love you sweet little girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/TFdcN9vUH6I/AAAAAAAACa8/LS1mxwCWDPk/s1600/n501287784_1854206_4140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/TFdcN9vUH6I/AAAAAAAACa8/LS1mxwCWDPk/s320/n501287784_1854206_4140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500966864837418914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-6022614986349714756?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/6022614986349714756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=6022614986349714756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/6022614986349714756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/6022614986349714756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2010/08/felicity.html' title='Felicity!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/TFdcO2CPB3I/AAAAAAAACbM/E6-3tY78szQ/s72-c/Molly%27s+trip+to+Idaho-+Sept+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-4275306756267572754</id><published>2010-07-04T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T14:41:28.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas Time</title><content type='html'>Hello to friends and family from Texas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/TDD_PUAR4kI/AAAAAAAACa0/akQfy9roeoE/s1600/30480_1520347176791_1477905645_31350465_6330109_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490168584297636418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/TDD_PUAR4kI/AAAAAAAACa0/akQfy9roeoE/s320/30480_1520347176791_1477905645_31350465_6330109_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been having a wonderful time with lots of family. :) The first few days we spent with our Grandparents near San Antonio. It has been really nice seeing them and spending time with them. We got to spend one day in San Antonio shopping and hanging out. Lots of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past Friday we drove up to Austin where our cousin lives and where our family reunion was taking place. Seeing all our Aunts, Uncles, and cousins has been so fun! I have been enjoying every minute. :) We love you all and miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/TDD_Ov7ciwI/AAAAAAAACas/-SnCrr73YEs/s1600/37319_1504824265015_1366520035_31336767_131846_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490168574613687042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/TDD_Ov7ciwI/AAAAAAAACas/-SnCrr73YEs/s320/37319_1504824265015_1366520035_31336767_131846_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/TDD_OHWo9XI/AAAAAAAACak/fVLkAuB1nZQ/s1600/30458_1504829745152_1366520035_31336792_2527991_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490168563721893234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/TDD_OHWo9XI/AAAAAAAACak/fVLkAuB1nZQ/s320/30458_1504829745152_1366520035_31336792_2527991_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2220650500842664336-4275306756267572754?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/4275306756267572754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=4275306756267572754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/4275306756267572754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/4275306756267572754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2010/07/texas-time.html' title='Texas Time'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/TDD_PUAR4kI/AAAAAAAACa0/akQfy9roeoE/s72-c/30480_1520347176791_1477905645_31350465_6330109_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-3621770991215923749</id><published>2010-06-04T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T09:25:47.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday River boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/TAkoyNr6-2I/AAAAAAAACaE/7ShfoKUtktw/s1600/28811_10150184004490475_548295474_12912700_2397252_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/TAkoyNr6-2I/AAAAAAAACaE/7ShfoKUtktw/s320/28811_10150184004490475_548295474_12912700_2397252_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478955264805370722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;River boy!&lt;br /&gt;Today you are 6 years old. Wow! I can't believe you are that big. I remember the day you were born, the first time I got to hold you, the first time you laughed. :) You have always been so funny and so smart. I can already see how God is shaping you. Happy birthday River! I get to see you in two day, woohoo! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/TAkoJeSzvmI/AAAAAAAACZ8/126t1_zyZX0/s1600/Molly%27s+trip+to+Idaho-+Sept+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/TAkoJeSzvmI/AAAAAAAACZ8/126t1_zyZX0/s320/Molly%27s+trip+to+Idaho-+Sept+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478954564888804962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/TAkn5gf3VCI/AAAAAAAACZ0/hVUxt-tjrZc/s1600/Molly%27s+trip+to+Idaho-+Sept+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/TAkn5gf3VCI/AAAAAAAACZ0/hVUxt-tjrZc/s320/Molly%27s+trip+to+Idaho-+Sept+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478954290602529826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-3621770991215923749?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/3621770991215923749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=3621770991215923749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/3621770991215923749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/3621770991215923749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-river-boy.html' title='Happy Birthday River boy!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/TAkoyNr6-2I/AAAAAAAACaE/7ShfoKUtktw/s72-c/28811_10150184004490475_548295474_12912700_2397252_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-8974431220253907080</id><published>2010-05-13T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T11:46:16.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Happy Mother's day.....</title><content type='html'>.....To our Mother, and all of the many other Mother's! This was our little Mother's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/S-xISWVATEI/AAAAAAAACZs/KImRhUiRNYg/s1600/Mother%27s+Day+Ect.+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/S-xISWVATEI/AAAAAAAACZs/KImRhUiRNYg/s320/Mother%27s+Day+Ect.+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470827127416835138" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/S-xIRuQkFoI/AAAAAAAACZk/lWqoSjiZkW4/s1600/Mother%27s+Day+Ect.+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/S-xIRuQkFoI/AAAAAAAACZk/lWqoSjiZkW4/s320/Mother%27s+Day+Ect.+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470827116660790914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/S-xIRIrKFrI/AAAAAAAACZc/DtsnM9MhI2g/s1600/Mother%27s+Day+Ect.+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/S-xIRIrKFrI/AAAAAAAACZc/DtsnM9MhI2g/s320/Mother%27s+Day+Ect.+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470827106571785906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/S-xIQvuIvTI/AAAAAAAACZU/BtgaqjqymGA/s1600/Mother%27s+Day+Ect.+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/S-xIQvuIvTI/AAAAAAAACZU/BtgaqjqymGA/s320/Mother%27s+Day+Ect.+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470827099873393970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/S-xIQJGBjAI/AAAAAAAACZM/c0xUdPz9R0Q/s1600/Mother%27s+Day+Ect.+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/S-xIQJGBjAI/AAAAAAAACZM/c0xUdPz9R0Q/s320/Mother%27s+Day+Ect.+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470827089504603138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-8974431220253907080?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/8974431220253907080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=8974431220253907080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/8974431220253907080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/8974431220253907080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='A Happy Mother&apos;s day.....'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/S-xISWVATEI/AAAAAAAACZs/KImRhUiRNYg/s72-c/Mother%27s+Day+Ect.+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-960281999088395092</id><published>2010-04-10T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T20:52:27.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ball Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/S8FFvUIKWZI/AAAAAAAACZA/KRmD1f0OdRA/s1600/R+Ball+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; 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float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/S8FFTb06QzI/AAAAAAAACYY/KPV14-Mm4-k/s320/R+Ball+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458720423539262258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/S8FEVzeqaMI/AAAAAAAACYA/0Zs4P_BBKoM/s1600/R+Ball+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/S8FEVzeqaMI/AAAAAAAACYA/0Zs4P_BBKoM/s320/R+Ball+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458719364736510146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/S8FEWpBv_yI/AAAAAAAACYQ/adA-KHfJYmE/s1600/R+Ball+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/S8FEVVbZgyI/AAAAAAAACX4/XUwozfAyuA8/s320/R+Ball+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458719356669756194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-960281999088395092?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/960281999088395092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=960281999088395092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/960281999088395092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/960281999088395092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2010/04/ball-pictures.html' title='Ball Pictures'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/S8FFvUIKWZI/AAAAAAAACZA/KRmD1f0OdRA/s72-c/R+Ball+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-326197406744161222</id><published>2010-03-31T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T10:48:52.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseball</title><content type='html'>There will be no baseball for the Sumpter family this year. It's kind of sad. Ever since I can remember I've been attending baseball games and watching my brothers hitting balls, running the bases, and catching pop flys. My own career of softball was short lived and I decided I'm a better cheerleader and spectator than player. So, needless to say I think I'm going to miss the games this year. I will probably walk down to the high school and watch a couple, but it won't be the same. I won't have any of my brothers to cheer for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason (okay having brothers helps) I find it easier to talk to guys, in some ways. Baseball and other sports was one area where I enjoy watching and learning from my brothers. They wouldn't hesitate to educate me either. "Molly, you swing this way." "No, you run the other way Molly." "Don't be scared of the ball Molly!" Brothers are just good at those things. :) Ah, yes, I will miss the baseball. Here's hoping that I will get more baseball in the future! Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-326197406744161222?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/326197406744161222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=326197406744161222&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/326197406744161222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/326197406744161222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2010/03/baseball.html' title='Baseball'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-5210711283887951001</id><published>2010-03-23T16:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T18:10:08.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Annie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/S6lTOeu8sYI/AAAAAAAACXQ/WfL5M2IVoOQ/s1600-h/tovia+2+yrs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/S6lTOeu8sYI/AAAAAAAACXQ/WfL5M2IVoOQ/s320/tovia+2+yrs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451980332141949314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dear Tovia Ann,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe you are two already! It seems just like yesterday that we heard you had arrived safe and sound and that God was sustaining you. I remember when Opa flew back to meet you and saw pictures of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/S6llayY5ptI/AAAAAAAACXo/3pRTj7XvYEo/s1600-h/IMG_8908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/S6llayY5ptI/AAAAAAAACXo/3pRTj7XvYEo/s320/IMG_8908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452000334785914578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prayed for you constantly and was so happy when I finally got to meet you! You were already so joyful and fun! You are still a cutie who I pray will continue to grow up in the grace of our God. I love you sweetie!&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;                                              Aunt Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/S6lTr56sPtI/AAAAAAAACXg/xOftAPincMo/s1600-h/Molly%27s+trip+to+Idaho-+Sept+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/S6lTr56sPtI/AAAAAAAACXg/xOftAPincMo/s320/Molly%27s+trip+to+Idaho-+Sept+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451980837655166674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-5210711283887951001?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/5210711283887951001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=5210711283887951001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/5210711283887951001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/5210711283887951001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-annie.html' title='Happy Birthday Annie!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/S6lTOeu8sYI/AAAAAAAACXQ/WfL5M2IVoOQ/s72-c/tovia+2+yrs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-6506227365926318884</id><published>2010-03-19T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T10:11:14.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delicious Biscuits!</title><content type='html'>On my Dad's side of the family there is a legend of the perfect biscuit recipe. My Nana used it all the time, everyone raved about it, and .... I have never had them. Yes, it is sad to admit. So, I was very excited when yesterday I received the recipe in the mail! I'm very excited to try this one out. You see I've become known as the biscuit girl in our family. The last couple Thanksgivings my biscuits have graced our table. My brothers look hungrily at the dough when they know I'm making them. They even ask now, "Are these Molly's biscuits?" My recipe is nothing compared to this one though. This one looks like the best one I've seen! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/OWP/70691D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 339px;" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/OWP/70691D.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Nana for writing down the recipe for me! I'm planning on trying it out soon and will put up pictures after I have. Thank Papa for the other recipe's, I will enjoy trying them as well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-6506227365926318884?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/6506227365926318884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=6506227365926318884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/6506227365926318884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/6506227365926318884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2010/03/delicious-biscuits.html' title='Delicious Biscuits!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-5024982803153571519</id><published>2010-03-15T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T10:58:17.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to Love</title><content type='html'>I went to a part of a marriage seminar this past weekend. It was a very neat time of learning. I had heard some of the things this speaker spoke on before, but he said them in a new and fresh way. He kept your interest while attacking your pride. The focus was on marriage, but there were some good points to take into consideration for all relationships. I'm glad I heard it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only love for Christ has the power to incapacitate the sturdy love for self that is the bane of every sinner, and only the grace of Christ has the power to produce that love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Paul Tripp&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Tripp has a way of showing you that your greatest enemy in relationships is yourself. It's eye opening and a great way to start learning love as Christ would have us to. I am only really loving someone else when I love myself less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I come to the Lord after I’ve blown it, I’ve only one argument to make. It’s not the argument of the difficulty of the environment that I am in. It’s not the argument of the difficult people that I’m near. It’s not the argument of good intentions that were thwarted in some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come to the Lord with only one appeal; his mercy. I’ve no other defense. I’ve no other standing. I’ve no other hope. I can’t escape the reality of my biggest problem; me! So I appeal to the one thing in my life that’s sure and will never fail. I appeal to the one thing that guaranteed not only my acceptance with God, but the hope of new beginnings and fresh starts. I appeal on the basis of the greatest gift I ever have or ever will be given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave the courtroom of my own defense, I come out of hiding and I admit who I am. But I’m not afraid, because I’ve been personally and eternally blessed. Because of what Jesus has done, God looks on me with mercy. It’s my only appeal, it’s the source of my hope, it’s my life. Mercy, mercy me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Paul Tripp&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-5024982803153571519?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/5024982803153571519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=5024982803153571519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/5024982803153571519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/5024982803153571519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2010/03/learning-to-love.html' title='Learning to Love'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-4692944217176933177</id><published>2010-03-09T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T09:28:54.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resurrection Ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;                   &lt;/b&gt; &lt;img alt="" src="https://docs.google.com/File?id=dtrs3k9_4dnbdrxd7_b" height="295" width="323" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;              &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Friday, April 9, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;7:00-9:00 P.M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt; 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             &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Where: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Spring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Village&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Retirement Living &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;              &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;                              &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Community,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1420 Redw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ood Circle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Grants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;              &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What: Dancing, table refreshments, singing and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;              &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Who: You, your dancing partner, your children, parents,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;                         &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;family, friends and neighbors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;              &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Attire: Semi-formal to formal—this is a celebration of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;                            &lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Resurrection. Look sharp and elegant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;              &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cost: $7 per &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;household&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; at door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, this covers rental &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;services. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;                        &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Please R.S.V.P. by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;April 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, 471&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-1414 or email:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;                        &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:mpsumpter@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mpsumpter@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt; 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make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;              &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;our way over to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Taprock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Event&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;              &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maple Room, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;755 South East 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Grants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;              &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Important Note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;: A donation will be taken on behalf of the Pregnancy Care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;              &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Center of Grants Pass, please make checks payable &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;directly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;              to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pregnancy Care Center of Grants Pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, and on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the cost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;of $7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;             for the Ball, make checks payable to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Peggy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'bernhardmod bt';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sumpter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes, It's time to do some dancing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hope you can be there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-4692944217176933177?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/4692944217176933177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=4692944217176933177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/4692944217176933177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/4692944217176933177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2010/03/resurrection-ball.html' title='Resurrection Ball'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-439284457011731461</id><published>2010-03-05T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T16:38:43.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/S5FF93XJGqI/AAAAAAAACW4/73i3ShQjsio/s1600-h/snow+trip+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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Our family headed down to California for a long weekend trip. We enjoyed spending time with my Uncle and Aunt, but the real highlight (for me at least) was tubing down the slopes! Okay, okay, let me backtrack. Dad had been asked to speak at another Church's Annual snow rally. It wasn't too big of an event (20-30 people) but it was fun. I made some new friends, enjoyed a break from the normal grind and did some tubing which I had never done before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to all this fun there were serious moments as well. Dad did some teaching and there were some good discussions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-5068979433289538119?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/5068979433289538119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=5068979433289538119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/5068979433289538119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/5068979433289538119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2010/03/last-week.html' title='Last Week'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-3847776360642507411</id><published>2010-02-04T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T16:37:17.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hockey Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/S2tQ3yGWH7I/AAAAAAAACVo/CUxbTmWbKnc/s1600-h/IMGP2418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; 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This walk was to show our opposition to abortion, but also to create awareness for others about this issue. Many girls are not aware of what they are missing when they abort their child. Many fathers don't know what awaits them when they encourage women to have an abortion. That is a sad thing. We need to be continually making sure that people are aware of these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that is being taught to many teen girls is that children are a hindrance and a stumbling block if they are not planned for. That is not a true statement. Alright, you are not married and are expecting a child. You know what you should say to that? Thanks be to God that He is not punishing me for my sin, but rather blessing me more abundantly than I could ever imagine. Children should never be seen as a hindrance. They are a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Behold, children are a heritage from the LORD,&lt;br /&gt;The fruit of the womb is a reward.&lt;br /&gt;Like arrows in the hand of a warrior,&lt;br /&gt;So are the children of one’s youth.&lt;br /&gt;Happy is the man who has his quiver full of them;&lt;br /&gt;They shall not be ashamed,&lt;br /&gt;But shall speak with their enemies in the gate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Psalm 127:3-5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Feminism is teaching girls around my age that they need to pursue a career before any children come along. I'm not saying a career is bad. But what happens when we believe something like that is we think of children less and job more. Children are a blessing, even when they come at a time to interrupt your career. That's why God is giving them to you. To stop you in your tracks and thank Him for this blessing and the many others you forgot to thank Him for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I watched &lt;em&gt;Father of the bride 2&lt;/em&gt; not too long ago. In this sequel to the modern retelling the father, George, finds out he is going to be a grandfather and a father right around the same time. George doesn't know how to react to this at first, but then he gradually learns that he can still be a fun Dad and Grandfather. Now, this film didn't really convey a christian message per say, but think about the principle. George and his wife were not planning on having any more children, yet God stopped them and said, guess what? That is how He operates. When we least expect it, He changes our story and continues writing it the way He has planned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;God always knows what He is doing. He will bless us with children whether we think it's the right time or not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-3408054280575753901?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/3408054280575753901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=3408054280575753901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/3408054280575753901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/3408054280575753901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2010/01/blessing-of-children.html' title='The blessing of Children'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-2101563786276250720</id><published>2010-01-05T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T10:41:09.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Gifts</title><content type='html'>Hello to the blog world. Yes, I've been away for a while. The holidays are now over and everyone is getting back into a roughtine, so I thought I would too. It's easy for me to ignore this blog, but I have it and it will be good practice to keep me in tune with my writing, so here it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since just going through Christmas I came away with several very cool gifts. The first I have to mention is a book by Carolyn McCulley entitled &lt;em&gt;Radical Womanhood: Feminine faith in a feminist world. &lt;/em&gt;I've only gotten halfway through it, but so far I've found it to be a very fun and enlightening read. Nothing too new from what I've been taught growing up, but Ms. McCulley puts things in a very understanding and helpful way. I addition, she gives some very good history on the feminist movement that I never heard before. So those too areas are making it an enjoyable read. (Thank you to my mother!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, my siblings and I also recieved &lt;em&gt;The screwtape Letters&lt;/em&gt; a focus on the family radio dramitzed version of the book by C.S. Lewis. Again we haven't heard the whole thing, but so far it's amazing! Whatever you may have heard about this fun listening version, it's true! The main character Screwtape is played by Andy Cerkis (gollum in &lt;em&gt;The Lord of the Rings&lt;/em&gt; movies) so you can imagine how good he would be. (Thank you Dad and Mom!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last gift/gifts I will mention are two CD's I recieved. They are: &lt;em&gt;How can we be silent&lt;/em&gt; by Barlow Girl and &lt;em&gt;Stop and Listen&lt;/em&gt; by Bethany Dillon. The former was one which I bought during the after Christmas sales. I have been wanting to get it for a while now and I am really enjoying listening to it. How neat it is to hear these sisters singing together! The other one was a CD I actually thought of buying about three months ago, but just decided to wait. Well on Christmas day I opened it and could not believe that a friend of mine had read my mind! I am loving this one also. It has a great message and Bethany Dillon is a wonderful singer. (Thanks again B!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have some of my favorite Christmas gifts. Hope you all had a very Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-2101563786276250720?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/2101563786276250720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=2101563786276250720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/2101563786276250720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/2101563786276250720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-gifts.html' title='Christmas Gifts'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-3282835924220713571</id><published>2010-01-04T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T12:52:06.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Around the Bend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Around the bend&lt;br /&gt;comes the end&lt;br /&gt;ever drifting&lt;br /&gt;ever fading&lt;br /&gt;God's grace abounding&lt;br /&gt;waiting, watching&lt;br /&gt;for the fullness of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the bend&lt;br /&gt;lies the unknown&lt;br /&gt;never known&lt;br /&gt;never grown&lt;br /&gt;bending ever nearer&lt;br /&gt;faster, closer&lt;br /&gt;still can't see that far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the bend&lt;br /&gt;is more to come&lt;br /&gt;God's best&lt;br /&gt;God's greatest&lt;br /&gt;battle cry to sound&lt;br /&gt;oh may all be found&lt;br /&gt;ever watchful and ready for the day&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/2220650500842664336-3282835924220713571?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/3282835924220713571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=3282835924220713571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/3282835924220713571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/3282835924220713571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2010/01/around-bend.html' title='Around the Bend'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-1896812423994906476</id><published>2010-01-04T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T16:34:55.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/S0IqDxQZEbI/AAAAAAAACTk/JN3hgzV7jVw/s1600-h/New+Year%27s+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/Sygc7ubhqVI/AAAAAAAACO4/NA5CQn2rN4Y/s320/Christmas+Decorating+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415610364314364242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/Sygc7EHki9I/AAAAAAAACOw/ZJoBJDpfeA8/s1600-h/Christmas+Decorating+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/Sygc7EHki9I/AAAAAAAACOw/ZJoBJDpfeA8/s320/Christmas+Decorating+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415610352956378066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-2224526921131048976?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/2224526921131048976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=2224526921131048976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/2224526921131048976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/2224526921131048976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-decorating.html' title='Christmas Decorating'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/Syg9t92zxlI/AAAAAAAACPo/I1f8tByRI7I/s72-c/Christmas+Decorating+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-7960225993259199168</id><published>2009-11-28T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T16:29:43.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>Hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving! I sure did. It was lots of fun having all of the family together and just spending time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SxG3nIegF4I/AAAAAAAACNM/ajrTGrSo4IM/s1600/IMGP2103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409306510366873474" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SxG3nIegF4I/AAAAAAAACNM/ajrTGrSo4IM/s320/IMGP2103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SxG3mqdAvzI/AAAAAAAACNE/5ElERWDMGis/s1600/IMGP2154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409306502307561266" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SxG3mqdAvzI/AAAAAAAACNE/5ElERWDMGis/s320/IMGP2154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SxG3mSTytFI/AAAAAAAACM8/7j7id1eTX08/s1600/IMGP2111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409306495826441298" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SxG3mSTytFI/AAAAAAAACM8/7j7id1eTX08/s320/IMGP2111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SxG3lm5ARGI/AAAAAAAACM0/XHV7e7-66J8/s1600/IMGP2095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409306484171359330" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SxG3lm5ARGI/AAAAAAAACM0/XHV7e7-66J8/s320/IMGP2095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SxG3le3N4MI/AAAAAAAACMs/Dd_aTuckvGc/s1600/IMGP2105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409306482016379074" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SxG3le3N4MI/AAAAAAAACMs/Dd_aTuckvGc/s320/IMGP2105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-7960225993259199168?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/7960225993259199168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=7960225993259199168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/7960225993259199168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/7960225993259199168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving_28.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SxG3nIegF4I/AAAAAAAACNM/ajrTGrSo4IM/s72-c/IMGP2103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-1882687048638109965</id><published>2009-11-09T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T23:33:39.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bible Bee</title><content type='html'>How much Scripture do you know by heart? 2 verses? 20 verses? I can definitely now say that I don't have very much scripture memorized. Last Friday Mom turned on the first national Bible Bee (we listened online at their &lt;a href="http://www.biblebee.org/nationals2009/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;). It was amazing to just sit and listen to all of these kids rattle off 20 verse passages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It most certainly was an encouragement and fun to hear how much kids are capable of memorizing. I say kids, but the oldest were around my age or a year younger. Praise God for youth who are now encouraged to memorize scripture and keep it hidden in their heart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-1882687048638109965?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/1882687048638109965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=1882687048638109965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/1882687048638109965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/1882687048638109965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/11/bible-bee.html' title='Bible Bee'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-8668985674785287867</id><published>2009-11-06T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T10:32:05.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nights at the Pharmacy</title><content type='html'>I walk in from the cool fall air with the sun starting to set. Leaves blow all over the place as I walk in the side door of the place where I work. I put an apron on, clock in, and my work night begins. I get shown new glasses and how much syrup to fill them with, do dishes, and then start helping the customers that just walked in. My coworker closing with me shows up and we greet one another. Before I know it 45 minutes has gone by and my manager and another coworker leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work on getting things clean and keeping up with dishes as it's slow while my coworker takes her break. Soon enough I have my hands full of customers though. I'm used to this by now though and knock out a Malt and Sundae in 5 minutes. A group of friends walks and sits at the bar. I smile and wave as I finish up a drink and then take their order. It slows down then and I chat with them for a minute in between cleaning. Soon I'm on my own as my coworker begins vacuuming. My friends leave and I wave to them as they walk out. Not long after two more friends walk in and I get to say hello. After getting them their drinks I finish cleaning up and do another load of dishes. Pretty soon these friends head out also and another group of customers walks in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time my coworker is done vacuuming I'm ready to get going on sweeping. I begin putting chairs up and get everything swept up and then bring my mop out. After 20 minutes the floors are sparkling and everything is ready for closing. My coworker and I chat a little as we wait for the last customer to leave. Finally the doors are locked and we clock out. Walking to my car I think about how much fun it is to work where I work. Sure, it can be stressful at times and you could easily get tired of working in such a place, but I like it. Cold air blows on my face as I reach my car, tell my coworker goodbye, and head out into the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-8668985674785287867?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/8668985674785287867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=8668985674785287867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/8668985674785287867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/8668985674785287867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/11/nights-at-pharmacy.html' title='Nights at the Pharmacy'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-5858507783007148016</id><published>2009-11-04T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T10:25:16.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy November!</title><content type='html'>November has begun. Wow, this year has gone so fast. Well, two fun days have just passed and I need to say a word about each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, there was Reformation day on October 31. What a fun day that was! I worked most of the day but unlike other Saturdays my coworkers and I got to dress up and we enjoyed doing something different other than the normal Saturday roughtine. Anyhow, after spending the afternoon there and handing out candy I got to end the day with some fun and games at my house. I enjoyed it and I hope that I'll be able to do something just as fun next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesturday was my oldest brother's birthday! Happy Birthday Toby! It sounded like he had a good day and was enjoying his family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes, it's getting colder, Thanksgiving is just around the corner, and only a month away from Christmas! :)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-5858507783007148016?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/5858507783007148016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=5858507783007148016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/5858507783007148016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/5858507783007148016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-november.html' title='Happy November!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-6804078271193613413</id><published>2009-10-22T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T20:04:02.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Real Post</title><content type='html'>So, I realized that I haven't done a real post on here lately. Yep, just been busy working and living life and all that. But right now I have time because the Angels (baseball team in case anyone doesn't know) are losing to the Yankees! No! Not good. Oh, well. Anyway I needed to get away from the damage before it gets any worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what else is going on these days. I've been having fun reading a lot. I got into some P.G. Wodehouse with his &lt;em&gt;Leave it to Smith&lt;/em&gt;. Along side that I've been going through &lt;em&gt;A natural history of the senses&lt;/em&gt; (very neat book!) by Diane Ackerman and Homer's &lt;em&gt;Iliad&lt;/em&gt;. I know, I know, pretty ambitious. When I checked &lt;em&gt;the Iliad&lt;/em&gt; out of the library the lady checking me out just kind of gave me a look and said that "this is pretty heavy stuff". She probably thought I was younger that I was too. That happens. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freddies is having some great sales on movies too (for those interested) and I just picked up &lt;em&gt;The Inheritance&lt;/em&gt; based on a novel by Louisa May Alcott. It's definitely a girl movie, but was a great deal too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep so that's what I've been up to: Life, fun, and all blessings that come with those from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Living!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I just checked and the Angels are winning now! Yes! Let's hope they can keep it up. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-6804078271193613413?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/6804078271193613413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=6804078271193613413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/6804078271193613413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/6804078271193613413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/10/real-post.html' title='A Real Post'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-4222204362651313026</id><published>2009-10-21T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T12:18:58.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday.....</title><content type='html'>....To the best Dad ever! :) It will be a little bit of a quieter day around here because there are several of us that are sick. I've been able to avoid it so far but no guarantees that I won't be next. Oh, well. Just means we get to relax a little more. Happy Birthday Daddy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-4222204362651313026?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/4222204362651313026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=4222204362651313026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/4222204362651313026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/4222204362651313026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday.....'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-234090413702617527</id><published>2009-10-14T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T11:55:41.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Just before the  death of flowers,&lt;br /&gt;And before they are buried in snow,&lt;br /&gt;There comes a festival season&lt;br /&gt;When nature is all aglow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-   Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-234090413702617527?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/234090413702617527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=234090413702617527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/234090413702617527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/234090413702617527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall-days.html' title='Fall days'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-4058523119127417218</id><published>2009-09-25T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T12:37:19.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wisebread.com/files/fruganomics/wisebread_imce/dollar-bills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 150px;" src="http://www.wisebread.com/files/fruganomics/wisebread_imce/dollar-bills.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody likes a good bargain right? Right! Well, I don't always find them, but I love it when I do! Today I was able to buy five pieces of clothing for only $21.95. Not bad! I am very happy with my purchases too. That is always a challenge. When I normally find a good deal it's something that just looks okay or I at first think it will work but when I get home I take a second look and shake my head wondering what I was thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes I am pleased that I was able to find clothes at a good deal and ones which I know I will like and will wear often. Fun shopping time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-4058523119127417218?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/4058523119127417218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=4058523119127417218&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/4058523119127417218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/4058523119127417218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/09/deals.html' title='Deals'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-3500771727886677106</id><published>2009-09-16T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T18:33:28.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More birthday trip</title><content type='html'>So to bring all up to speed about what exactly I was going for (yes, my birthday but there was more) I will elaborate on what all I did. The college which two of my older brothers attended (&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;ew &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;t. &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;ndrews) was holding what they called a Celebratio. Mostly it was different events that were being planned and the college organized it all under the Celebratio. I will give the blow by blow of what I did each day to give you an idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: -Arrived at about 3:15/3:30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;-Had dinner and then went to a Christian school where an event was being held.&lt;br /&gt;-Enjoyed a "Readers Theatre" where two plays were read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: -Went to NSA (the college) where I went on a tour of it and sat in on two classes.&lt;br /&gt;-Spent the afternoon with family.&lt;br /&gt;-Went to a round table discussion between James Jordan, Peter Leithart, and Douglas Wilson.&lt;br /&gt;-Went to a lecture by James Jordan on Calvin and Music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: -Went to the Fall Jolly (basically a flea market).&lt;br /&gt;-Attended a practice dance for the evening ball.&lt;br /&gt;-Spent late afternoon with family.&lt;br /&gt;-Did a lot of dancing at the ball being put on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that was basically it (at least what I went to, there were a few other things that I didn't go to). I enjoyed it all very much and got to spend a lot of time with my family up there and enjoy the nephew and nieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SrGQHXxo2hI/AAAAAAAACLM/kTdHlOf-vug/s1600-h/Nephew+and+Neices+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382241486000151058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SrGQHXxo2hI/AAAAAAAACLM/kTdHlOf-vug/s320/Nephew+and+Neices+068.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SrGQG_t0oMI/AAAAAAAACLE/0WLO81znrF4/s1600-h/Nephew+and+Neices+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382241479541694658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SrGQG_t0oMI/AAAAAAAACLE/0WLO81znrF4/s320/Nephew+and+Neices+046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SrGQGaKUcOI/AAAAAAAACK8/yStpTDO0wLM/s1600-h/Nephew+and+Neices+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382241469460672738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SrGQGaKUcOI/AAAAAAAACK8/yStpTDO0wLM/s320/Nephew+and+Neices+039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2220650500842664336-3500771727886677106?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/3500771727886677106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=3500771727886677106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/3500771727886677106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/3500771727886677106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-birthday-trip.html' title='More birthday trip'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SrGQHXxo2hI/AAAAAAAACLM/kTdHlOf-vug/s72-c/Nephew+and+Neices+068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-7933050992035922183</id><published>2009-09-12T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T09:54:08.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebratio</title><content type='html'>I am enjoying my time here in Idaho with the NSA sponsored Celebratio. Yesterday I sat in on two classes at the college and got to meet a few people. Not a lot, but hopefully I'll be able to meet some more today. Today we will be doing some shopping and end the day with a ball. Sounds like it should all be a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I decided to kick off my nineteenth year at this college and with my family up here. They are great and showing me a wonderful time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-7933050992035922183?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/7933050992035922183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=7933050992035922183&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/7933050992035922183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/7933050992035922183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/09/celebratio.html' title='Celebratio'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-4640900916433494214</id><published>2009-08-19T14:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T14:38:48.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kristy Lee Cook Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SoxqDddUgxI/AAAAAAAACKU/99hta7vYNvE/s1600-h/Kristy+Lee+Concert+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371785063225918226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SoxqDddUgxI/AAAAAAAACKU/99hta7vYNvE/s320/Kristy+Lee+Concert+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SoxqDw67iDI/AAAAAAAACKc/brH41M3TP3Q/s1600-h/Kristy+Lee+Concert+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371785068450383922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SoxqDw67iDI/AAAAAAAACKc/brH41M3TP3Q/s320/Kristy+Lee+Concert+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SoxqFQ6RyXI/AAAAAAAACKs/zpB9uHX7v8o/s1600-h/Kristy+Lee+Concert+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371785094217451890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SoxqFQ6RyXI/AAAAAAAACKs/zpB9uHX7v8o/s320/Kristy+Lee+Concert+011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SoxqEuf2oKI/AAAAAAAACKk/amGmB0CMRsk/s1600-h/Kristy+Lee+Concert+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371785084979814562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SoxqEuf2oKI/AAAAAAAACKk/amGmB0CMRsk/s320/Kristy+Lee+Concert+010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yep, I enjoyed it. 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For your enjoyment I present the mystery of the dent on the Caddie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This past Tuesday my husband noticed there was a dent in the side of our Cadillac and he wondered what had happened. On Wednesday morning he mentioned it to me and we went outside to take a look at this unexplained oddity. Upon careful observation my husband said, "Notice this on top of the hood. It looks like blood." We both looked at it and confirmed it did indeed look like blood. That definitely sparked our curiosity. We started trying to figure out what could have hit the side of our car and splatter blood like that. "Was it a biker or a skater who slammed into the car as it was parked on the road on Monday night? Wow! They must have hit pretty hard to bleed like that!" It didn't really make sense, so I think we both went into the house thinking that we probably would never know the mystery of the dent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night I began to read our local newspaper. On the front page an article intrigued me. It was entitled "Dog attacks doe near downtown Grants Pass" I began to read that a "100 pound Pit Bull chased and caught a panicked doe near downtown." I kept reading, "The attacking dog ran through traffic in pursuit of its prey. The doe in its panic hit and damaged a parked car before bounding into the rack of a passing pickup truck." All of a sudden the words parked car stared back at me and a question mark lit up over my head! I then looked at the day it happened which was Monday afternoon. As my husband sat on the couch nearby I explained the story to him and asked, "Could this be the answer to our mystery?" Next I yelled to the other room, "Hey Molly! Did you drive the Cadillac on Monday to work?!" She confirmed that she had driven to work, which is downtown and had parked on 4th &amp;amp; J. As my husband and I talked it all seemed to make sense that the deer might have been the culprit who made the dent in our Cadillac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to be quite sure, we decided to call the newspaper to help clarify the details. Sparked into activity by this question, my husband, detective extraordinaire, talked with newspaper reporter Shaun and first asked exactly where in Grants Pass was the car. After explaining it was in the vicinity of 4th &amp;amp; J St, Shaun seemed curious as to why my husband was calling. My husband then explained that he thought the car hit by the deer was our Cadillac, which was parked near our daughter' work. One of the first things the reporter asked was, "So did your daughter come home and say, 'a deer hit our car in downtown Grants Pass!' And you thought, 'Right, that's a good story!'" Ha! Ha! Actually Molly hadn't even noticed the dent! :) So, to end this mystery, the police report did say that the parked car was a Cadillac. Amazing! Who would have thought?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you might be wondering why we didn't first wonder how much it would be to fix the damage. Well, the car is on it's way out to the car graveyard so that is why it didn't come into our minds. You might also be wondering what happened to the poor scared doe. The story went on to say that the dog got a hold of it, but passers-by scared off the dog and the doe ran off with its two fawns following it. I assume the deer probably went off to die. A sad ending for that side of the story, but a mystery satisfactorily ended for the Sumpters.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a good laugh after I heard how this ended. Imagine, our car is now famous for being in the newspaper! :) Hope you have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-1980068310160600457?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/1980068310160600457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=1980068310160600457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/1980068310160600457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/1980068310160600457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/08/funny-mystery.html' title='A funny mystery!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-8523007500992935817</id><published>2009-07-30T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T20:19:29.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Felicity!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SnJiuO4A9MI/AAAAAAAACJs/byhSUANOSfs/s1600-h/n549475054_5630509_720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364458652558226626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SnJiuO4A9MI/AAAAAAAACJs/byhSUANOSfs/s320/n549475054_5630509_720.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday to my dear sweet little neice. You are so much fun and getting so big little girl! Love you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Aunty Molly &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-8523007500992935817?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/8523007500992935817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=8523007500992935817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/8523007500992935817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/8523007500992935817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-felicity.html' title='Happy Birthday Felicity!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SnJiuO4A9MI/AAAAAAAACJs/byhSUANOSfs/s72-c/n549475054_5630509_720.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-6715852516493803928</id><published>2009-07-20T21:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T08:30:30.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://auntmyreta.com/images/wallySodas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 436px; display: block; height: 218px;" alt="" src="http://auntmyreta.com/images/wallySodas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a Soda Jerk. Yes, it's true. Ever since I started working at the Soda fountain I've been told that two or three times. Well tonight I decided to find out and looked up Soda Jerk and guess what? A Soda jerk was typically a youth working in the old Pharmacy soda fountains and they were named that because of the jerking motion they made when turning on the soda water for the drinks. That is exactly what I do! How funny and neat at the same time. I now have a greater appreciation for the older folks who come in and talk about how "this place reminds me of the old days." I think it's so cool that I get to work in such a neat place! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-6715852516493803928?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/6715852516493803928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=6715852516493803928&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/6715852516493803928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/6715852516493803928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/07/guess-what.html' title='Guess What?'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-3706335691003351070</id><published>2009-07-15T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T20:58:19.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejoicing</title><content type='html'>Yes, that is what I am doing. Every Sunday I am asked how I am doing and I can answer with full assurance "I am doing well" because God is in control of my life. I don't have to worry about what will be the next challenge because I already know that God is with me in every hardship. I've been asked about what I will be doing this fall. The truth is, I don't really know. Oh, I have some vague idea that I might take one or two college classes, keep working, and save up money. That is my plan though. I don't know if that is God's plan. I am thinking about these things and praying and it's all good. I don't have to worry about the future because it is God who holds my future. Jesus told us not to worry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;“No one can serve two masters; for either he will hate the one and love the other, or else he will be loyal to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve God and mammon. Therefore I say to you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink; nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food and the body more than clothing? 26 Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?" -Matthew 6:24-25&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you find it interesting that in the context this is speaking of who we choose to serve. Either we will serve ourselves and do what we want to do and worry all the time if it doesn't get done, or we will serve the great High Priest Master and trust Him with everything. Of course this is easy to read and say "Oh that's right" but it is quite another to live it out. Personally I find it hard. This is something we all should work at though. which would you rather be? Fully of worry and fear? Or joyful and content with where you are now? This is a decision, not something that we can just feel naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have chosen to rejoice. I hope you will do the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-3706335691003351070?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/3706335691003351070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=3706335691003351070&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/3706335691003351070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/3706335691003351070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/07/rejoicing.html' title='Rejoicing'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-176585991711965430</id><published>2009-07-07T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:54:10.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take my Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;We sang this hymn this past Sunday. Read these beautiful words and think about what else you need to be willing to give to God. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my life and let it be&lt;br /&gt;Consecrated, Lord, to Thee;&lt;br /&gt;Take my hands and let them move&lt;br /&gt;At the impulse of Thy love.&lt;br /&gt;Take my feet and let them be&lt;br /&gt;Swift and beautiful for Thee;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my voice and let me sing,&lt;br /&gt;Always, only for my King.&lt;br /&gt;Take my lips and let them be&lt;br /&gt;Filled with messages from Thee;&lt;br /&gt;Take my silver and my gold,&lt;br /&gt;Not a mite would I withhold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my moments and my days,&lt;br /&gt;Let them flow in endless praise;&lt;br /&gt;Take my intellect and use&lt;br /&gt;Every pow’r as Thou shalt choose.&lt;br /&gt;Take my will and make it Thine,&lt;br /&gt;It shall be no longer mine;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my heart, it is Thine own,&lt;br /&gt;It shall be Thy royal throne.&lt;br /&gt;Take my love, my Lord, I pour&lt;br /&gt;At Thy feet its treasure store;&lt;br /&gt;Take myself and I will be&lt;br /&gt;Ever, only, all for Thee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-176585991711965430?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/176585991711965430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=176585991711965430&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/176585991711965430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/176585991711965430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/07/take-my-life.html' title='Take my Life'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-3888958977767674937</id><published>2009-06-24T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T20:56:15.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VBS and Work</title><content type='html'>I haven't updated on here for a week or so, so here is an update! I have a job now. Yippee! It's working in a cute little downtown Soda fountain. I'm enjoying it a lot. Learning lots of new things about how the place runs and all that, so it's neat. This week has been busy as it is also the VBS week at our church. A blessing this year is that there are more kids than ever and at least half of them are from outside of our church. It's great to be able to minister to the kids in this way. At times it feels like I'm just running on instinct and mechanically saying "Make sure to listen" or "You need to go to the bathroom? Alright, lets go!". Then there are the times when the kids say "Hi" to you before the class has even started or they come running to you because they finally have their verse memorized. It's fun and I always love it even though it is tiring and I always have work to look forward to after it. Both have been a blessing to me in growing me and showing me how great God is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is what has been going on with me. I might have some pictures, if I rememeber to take my camera tomorrow :), at the end of the week. Blessings to all of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-3888958977767674937?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/3888958977767674937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=3888958977767674937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/3888958977767674937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/3888958977767674937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/06/vbs-and-work.html' title='VBS and Work'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-2214872267898597770</id><published>2009-06-12T08:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T08:58:15.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bruises</title><content type='html'>We are back from Idaho but are still very busy. Another Portland adventure will be begun today. I'm a bit tired but will be able to sleep in the car, so I'm looking forward to that. :) The other day I was looking at my leg and saw several bruises. These are fun ones though and will remind me of certain things. They will remind me of when River jumped on me begging to play, of when Tovia grabbed my a little hard to pull herself up, of when Felicity dragged me along a little too fast and I tripped. Yes, these bruises are special to me in a unique way. I like these bruises. :) Have a wonderful weekend everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-2214872267898597770?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/2214872267898597770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=2214872267898597770&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/2214872267898597770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/2214872267898597770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/06/bruises.html' title='Bruises'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-4808679402736340551</id><published>2009-06-06T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:28:04.781-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Family Time</title><content type='html'>I wake up early at 6:30 a.m. every morning to the happy sounds of my nephew and nieces. I hear my sister-in-law's laugh from the across the room. Dinner is a big affair every night and so much fun! Yes, this is what it is like when we visit Idaho, which we are currently doing. My little niece, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tovia&lt;/span&gt;, has grown a lot and she is so sweet and such a happy baby. Tonight we had dinner at Jesse and Kate's house and while every one else cleared out early, Mom, Jeremy, and I stayed behind and we played a game together. We always have such a fun time with family. I'm enjoying every minute while we are here. Another adventure is Toby and Jenny's new house. They have purchased a cute blue home which they are in the process of painting and remodeling. Our last few days will be devoted to helping them move in. It is great that we can be here to help and we are enjoying the kids a lot! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt; Jeremy and I got to babysit for a while. Yes, this is my family. Thanks be to God for these many blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having a wonderful time! Blessings to all of you for a wonderful Sabbath!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-4808679402736340551?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/4808679402736340551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=4808679402736340551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/4808679402736340551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/4808679402736340551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/06/family-time.html' title='Family Time'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-8402888925481919893</id><published>2009-06-02T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T16:02:50.811-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='For Fun'/><title type='text'>Real Storm</title><content type='html'>Well we just experienced a real thunderstorm! I grew up in Maryland where real thunderstorms happen more often than they do here. Normally around here we do not get a real thunderstorm with thundering, lightning, and lots of wind. Well, today we got one real thunderstorm. It was so cool! First it just started sprinkling and I just shook my head and thought it would just be another pathetic shower. Well, then we heard a big thunder clap! *Boom* Jeremy was out on the porch getting his papers ready to deliver. He yelled at me through the window "thunder!" Now I was on the edge of my seat watching to see what would happen next. Then we saw it. "Lightning!" Jeremy was having as much fun as I was. ;) This was all pretty cool but then the rain started picking up. It didn't look like it would get too bad, but then it started to come down harder and harder. All of a sudden Jeremy comes running inside throwing all his papers on the ground! He, he. Yes, it was great! Fortunately, no papers were seriously damaged by the rain. Jeremy is now on his route, and the rain let up for a bit, but now it coming down hard as ever. Hope he doesn't melt! I'm having too much fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: I just realized that I think I posted something like this the last time we had a thunderstorm. Oh, well. I enjoy these storms. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-8402888925481919893?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/8402888925481919893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=8402888925481919893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/8402888925481919893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/8402888925481919893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/06/real-storm.html' title='Real Storm'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-1357451174834685358</id><published>2009-05-29T11:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T12:07:05.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Andy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SiAxkW7vwkI/AAAAAAAABlA/VJ29g0QilFQ/s1600-h/Copy+of+Marcus+and+Bree%27s+wedding+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341323658762633794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SiAxkW7vwkI/AAAAAAAABlA/VJ29g0QilFQ/s320/Copy+of+Marcus+and+Bree%27s+wedding+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my big brother's birthday. He is so much fun and has taught me a lot. I thank God for you, Andy, and pray that you will continue to use all of your talent and skill for His glory! Happy Birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-1357451174834685358?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/1357451174834685358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=1357451174834685358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/1357451174834685358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/1357451174834685358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-to-andy.html' title='Happy Birthday to Andy!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SiAxkW7vwkI/AAAAAAAABlA/VJ29g0QilFQ/s72-c/Copy+of+Marcus+and+Bree%27s+wedding+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-6992365651623596083</id><published>2009-05-27T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T16:06:39.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wal-Mart adventure</title><content type='html'>Last night Mom and I were at Wal-Mart. I was looking at clothes while she went to the grocery section. While I was perusing I heard a baby start crying. That was nothing unusual because there are a lot of babies who go through Wal-Mart crying. I went on and started walking toward the grocery section when over the speakers I heard one of the cashiers say "Red alert at register 13! Red alert at register 13!" I kind of wondered what was going on, but didn't pay much attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found Mom and we headed to one of the registers to check out. We were on two registers over from 13 and while we started to check out we noticed that there was a lot of commotion over there and a baby's screaming was definitely coming from that area. Mom then noticed that some of the people were fire and rescue people. Well, we saw them eventually come in with a stretcher and take a baby out on it with the mother following close behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't really know what happened until we got up to our register and two cashiers were talking about it. Apparently the poor baby had fallen out of the cart and it was possible that he had a concussion. Oh, that poor baby. Anyway, we haven't learned anything new, but other than his crying the baby seemed fine. Hopefully, it was nothing serious. So, that was our little adventure last night. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-6992365651623596083?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/6992365651623596083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=6992365651623596083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/6992365651623596083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/6992365651623596083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/05/wal-mart-adventure.html' title='Wal-Mart adventure'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-813609622413376033</id><published>2009-05-19T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T13:38:06.017-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='For Fun'/><title type='text'>Congratulations!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://gradstudies.ucdavis.edu/commencement/images/GradCaps6x4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://gradstudies.ucdavis.edu/commencement/images/GradCaps6x4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congratulations to all the graduates of 2009! Especially to the TEACH graduates who are graduating tonight. Congrats everyone! I am really looking forward to seeing all of you and will be cheering you all the way tonight! Enjoy every minute and take it all in. To God be the glory!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-813609622413376033?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/813609622413376033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=813609622413376033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/813609622413376033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/813609622413376033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/05/congratulations.html' title='Congratulations!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-6303418048737017237</id><published>2009-05-15T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T13:38:06.018-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='For Fun'/><title type='text'>Tyler Bradt Kayaking over Palouse Falls</title><content type='html'>This guy is crazy! See for yourself. 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I can be thankful for all of the mothers all year round. I love mothers day. I have to say that it is one of the most pleasant and fun days of the year. The house is full of flowers, laughter, and plenty of good food! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God for our Moms (especially my Mom!) and how much they give us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, we are getting some nice sunshine around here. It's so nice to see the changes of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-5943887232923081624?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/5943887232923081624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=5943887232923081624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/5943887232923081624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/5943887232923081624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-belated-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Belated Mothers Day'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-2417584020672778693</id><published>2009-05-04T17:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T13:38:59.414-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Respect for rulers</title><content type='html'>I've been reading about this subject in &lt;em&gt;By this Standard&lt;/em&gt; by Greg &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bahnsen&lt;/span&gt;. He has a lot of great words to say. To summarize, Rulers are to be respected because they were given their authority by God Himself. Yet our rulers are under obligation to keep the law of God as well, for they are our example. We are also obligated to not stand for injustice when clearly a ruler is not following the law of God. All of these points are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;prevalent&lt;/span&gt; to us today. Another important thing to remember is prayer. Our rulers and those in authority need our prayer, for they have been given a great privilege and awesome &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt; by our great God. We must remember to give them the respect they rightly deserve which includes pointing out the errors they make when they make wrong decisions which are contrary to the law of God. I pray that this will be more practiced and we will be better equipped to follow the law of our God in this aspect in these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-2417584020672778693?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/2417584020672778693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=2417584020672778693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/2417584020672778693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/2417584020672778693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/05/respect-for-rulers.html' title='Respect for rulers'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-4677782181177709517</id><published>2009-05-01T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T13:38:38.698-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>Happy May Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ego.dunedan.com/photos/thflower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://ego.dunedan.com/photos/thflower.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you believe that it is May already? Wow! May seems like it is always a busy month, so I hope that in the midst of all the business we are able to enjoy the nice weather that is starting to come our way. Have a wonderful weekend everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-4677782181177709517?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/4677782181177709517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=4677782181177709517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/4677782181177709517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/4677782181177709517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-may-day.html' title='Happy May Day!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-5324555848384707267</id><published>2009-04-29T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T17:36:10.023-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Wednesday's Wise Words</title><content type='html'>O LORD, You have searched me and known me.&lt;br /&gt;You know my sitting down and my rising up;&lt;br /&gt;You understand my thought afar off.&lt;br /&gt;You comprehend my path and my lying down,&lt;br /&gt;And are acquainted with all my ways.&lt;br /&gt;For there is not a word on my tongue,&lt;br /&gt;But behold, O LORD, You know it altogether.&lt;br /&gt;You have hedged me behind and before,&lt;br /&gt;And laid Your hand upon me.&lt;br /&gt;Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;&lt;br /&gt;It is high, I cannot attain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where can I go from Your Spirit?&lt;br /&gt;Or where can I flee from Your presence?&lt;br /&gt;If I ascend into heaven, You are there;&lt;br /&gt;If I make my bed in hell, behold, You are there.&lt;br /&gt;If I take the wings of the morning,&lt;br /&gt;And dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,&lt;br /&gt;Even there Your hand shall lead me,&lt;br /&gt;And Your right hand shall hold me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Psalm 139:1-10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-5324555848384707267?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/5324555848384707267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=5324555848384707267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/5324555848384707267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/5324555848384707267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/04/wednesday.html' title='Wednesday&apos;s Wise Words'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-7367026110143994938</id><published>2009-04-28T17:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T17:59:12.112-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Thoughts on Cookies</title><content type='html'>This whole cold thing is wearing out its welcome. Yesterday my Mom made cookies and then my Dad and I were promptly informed that we were not to have any because we were both sick. Sadly nothing worked to change the minds of our beloved family. We cajoled, begged, pleaded and all to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had the same problem. My dear younger brother pulled out the big bag of cookies (okay it was a small bag because they had eaten a lot of them) and I tried again.&lt;br /&gt;"Jeremy, please may I have a cookie?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, you're sick."&lt;br /&gt;I tried to fain that I was feeling better but it didn't work and so all I could do was ask him to save us sick people some. I don't know if that will work, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, I just read something about ice-cream. Ah! I definitely will remedy this situation once I am fully well again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-7367026110143994938?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/7367026110143994938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=7367026110143994938&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/7367026110143994938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/7367026110143994938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/04/thoughts-on-cookies.html' title='Thoughts on Cookies'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-5208573772048916299</id><published>2009-04-25T14:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T13:38:59.414-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>A Saturday saying</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Weddings, I love weddings! Drinks all around!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is shining, It's not too cold out, and I am feeling much better. This looks to be a great weekend after all! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-5208573772048916299?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/5208573772048916299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=5208573772048916299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/5208573772048916299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/5208573772048916299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/04/saturday-saying.html' title='A Saturday saying'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-3875680623757266031</id><published>2009-04-23T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T13:39:19.848-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>Explanation</title><content type='html'>No writing on blog=Too busy being sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, it's the truth. I now have a relapse of something that I thought I was over. Oh, well. Hopefully this won't last long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-3875680623757266031?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/3875680623757266031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=3875680623757266031&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/3875680623757266031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/3875680623757266031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/04/explanation.html' title='Explanation'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-8809711878549176102</id><published>2009-04-18T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T17:15:33.526-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>Saturday of puppets</title><content type='html'>Today we were apart of an outreach of Joni and Friends. They provided a lunch for Moms of kids with disabilities and had a carnival for the kids. We went to this last year and I have to say that it is a blessing to see people reaching out to these kids and their families. Some of our group was tired (a late night, what can I say?) :) but all went well and the kids seemed to enjoy it. Hope you all are having a great weekend! I know that I am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-8809711878549176102?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/8809711878549176102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=8809711878549176102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/8809711878549176102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/8809711878549176102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/04/saturday-of-puppets.html' title='Saturday of puppets'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-4973481844395228949</id><published>2009-04-16T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T13:54:35.519-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'>Life Light Up-Christy Nockels</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TE4n7dVRJl0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TE4n7dVRJl0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you&lt;br /&gt;I can go anywhere&lt;br /&gt;I can do anything&lt;br /&gt;Cause you are the song I bring&lt;br /&gt;With you&lt;br /&gt;I can go anywhere&lt;br /&gt;I can do anything&lt;br /&gt;Cause you are the song I bring&lt;br /&gt;With you&lt;br /&gt;You are the air I breathe&lt;br /&gt;Cause you are my everything&lt;br /&gt;And I am an offering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may live and I may die&lt;br /&gt;Either way you’re glorified&lt;br /&gt;Bless the day I give my life away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let my life light up like the city lights&lt;br /&gt;And let it burn for you in the darkest night, Lord&lt;br /&gt;And let my life light up like the city lights&lt;br /&gt;And let it burn for you in the darkest night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in you&lt;br /&gt;I can begin again&lt;br /&gt;I’m part of a bigger plan&lt;br /&gt;Cause you are the great “I am”&lt;br /&gt;And in you&lt;br /&gt;Your life is in my veins&lt;br /&gt;And you’ve broken all my chains&lt;br /&gt;Cause you are the God who reins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may live and I may die&lt;br /&gt;Either way you’re glorified&lt;br /&gt;Bless the day I give my life away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let my life light up like the city lights&lt;br /&gt;And let it burn for you in the darkest night, Lord&lt;br /&gt;And let my life light up like the city lights&lt;br /&gt;And let it burn for you in the darkest night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My light will shine on Earth&lt;br /&gt;And my father will be praised&lt;br /&gt;My light will shine on Earth&lt;br /&gt;And my father will be praised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let my life light up like the city lights&lt;br /&gt;And let it burn for you in the darkest night&lt;br /&gt;And let my life light up light the city lights&lt;br /&gt;And let it burn for you in the darkest night&lt;br /&gt;And let my life light up like the city lights&lt;br /&gt;And let it burn for you in the darkest night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My light will shine on Earth&lt;br /&gt;But for you Lord&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-4973481844395228949?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/4973481844395228949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=4973481844395228949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/4973481844395228949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/4973481844395228949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/04/cast-thy-burden-christy-nockels.html' title='Life Light Up-Christy Nockels'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-4410572035298810907</id><published>2009-04-15T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T13:39:48.476-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Wednesday's Wise Words</title><content type='html'>"By the way, the devil would have you believe a couple more lies. He wants to convince you that he is either a powerless elf-gone-bad in a red suit with a funny tail, or an evenly matched and almost-as-mighty opponent of God. Neither is true. The devil is only a fallen angel. He is a deceiver. He is doomed for destruction. And until then, he has one goal in mind: your destruction."&lt;br /&gt;-Joni Eareckson Tada&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-4410572035298810907?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/4410572035298810907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=4410572035298810907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/4410572035298810907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/4410572035298810907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/04/wednesdays-wise-words_15.html' title='Wednesday&apos;s Wise Words'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-2271813735352237062</id><published>2009-04-14T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T12:02:09.496-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='For Fun'/><title type='text'>Have a laugh</title><content type='html'>I've seen this posted twice, but it's so funny that I have to post it here. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://solofemininity.blogs.com/.a/6a00d8341c7a1453ef0115701938da970b-500wi"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 387px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://solofemininity.blogs.com/.a/6a00d8341c7a1453ef0115701938da970b-500wi" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-2271813735352237062?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/2271813735352237062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=2271813735352237062&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/2271813735352237062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/2271813735352237062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/04/have-laugh.html' title='Have a laugh'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-5994662463799223125</id><published>2009-04-12T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T20:33:32.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>Blessings to all of you this Easter day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hymn of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Low in the grave he lay, Jesus my Savior,&lt;br /&gt;waiting the coming day, Jesus my Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Refrain&lt;/strong&gt;:Up from the grave he arose;&lt;br /&gt;with a mighty triumph o'er his foes;&lt;br /&gt;he arose a victor from the dark domain,&lt;br /&gt;and he lives forever, with his saints to reign.&lt;br /&gt;He arose! He arose! Hallelujah! Christ arose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vainly they watch his bed, Jesus my Savior,&lt;br /&gt;vainly they seal the dead, Jesus my Lord!&lt;br /&gt;(Refrain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death cannot keep its prey, Jesus my Savior;&lt;br /&gt;he tore the bars away, Jesus my Lord!&lt;br /&gt;(Refrain) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-5994662463799223125?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/5994662463799223125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=5994662463799223125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/5994662463799223125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/5994662463799223125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-6133090478348725925</id><published>2009-04-11T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T17:44:57.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love these kiddos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SeE49bNL1ZI/AAAAAAAABj0/RtK-VOXQaUM/s1600-h/River+%26+Felicity+March+%2709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323598862454871442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SeE49bNL1ZI/AAAAAAAABj0/RtK-VOXQaUM/s320/River+%26+Felicity+March+%2709.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They are getting so big! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-6133090478348725925?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/6133090478348725925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=6133090478348725925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/6133090478348725925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/6133090478348725925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-these-kiddos.html' title='I love these kiddos'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SeE49bNL1ZI/AAAAAAAABj0/RtK-VOXQaUM/s72-c/River+%26+Felicity+March+%2709.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-6280917574729208283</id><published>2009-04-10T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T10:29:18.238-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>A Good Friday</title><content type='html'>Today is "Good" Friday. Recently my smart brother asked the question, "Why do we call it good? Shouldn't it be called great?" I quite agree! Too often the word "good" sounds so average or just an okay thing. That is not what this Friday is about. Today is a day of celebration, remembrance, and awe of what our savior was willing to go through on our behalf. "Good" does not even come close to describing what this Friday is. Better words would be: great, glorious, and triumphant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that "good" should be taken away from this Friday, for it was very good! In a way it describes God's pleasure. When God first created the world and He was pleased with it, the way He showed His pleasure was by calling it "very good". So in that way this was a "very good" Friday and God was pleased with His Son and His sacrifice. It is our definition and use of the word "good" that needs to be changed I would say. Today, it does not mean the same thing or carry the same impact of meaning that it used to. When people ask me how I am I automatically reply "I'm doing good" without thinking because I am well and still trusting and living in Christ. However, I think there is a danger of that becoming too automatic. I should not use the word "good" so automatically but really stop and truthfully say "I am doing really good" or "this day is such a good day".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I hope we will remember this and keep in mind that this is not just a solemn occasion, although it truly is, but it is a joyful occasion as well. God saw the sacrifice of His Son and could truly say that that sacrifice was "good".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-6280917574729208283?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/6280917574729208283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=6280917574729208283&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/6280917574729208283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/6280917574729208283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-friday.html' title='A Good Friday'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-314346774230016610</id><published>2009-04-09T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T18:10:30.254-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'>Finally Free by Nichole Nordeman</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IMyi6HfYvEU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IMyi6HfYvEU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No chain is strong enough&lt;br /&gt;No choice is wrong enough&lt;br /&gt;No mountain high enough&lt;br /&gt;That He cannot climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No shadow dark enough&lt;br /&gt;No night is black enough&lt;br /&gt;No road is lost enough&lt;br /&gt;That He cannot find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if the Son has set us free&lt;br /&gt;Then we must be free indeed&lt;br /&gt;Let the chains fall away&lt;br /&gt;Starting today&lt;br /&gt;Everything has changed&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pain is deep enough&lt;br /&gt;No heart could bleed enough&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but Jesus love&lt;br /&gt;Can make a way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if the Son has set us free&lt;br /&gt;Then we must be free indeed&lt;br /&gt;Let the chains fall away&lt;br /&gt;Starting today&lt;br /&gt;Everything has changed&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let freedom ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if the Son has set us free&lt;br /&gt;Then we must be free indeed&lt;br /&gt;Let the chains fall away&lt;br /&gt;Starting today&lt;br /&gt;Everything has changed&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything has changed&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-314346774230016610?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/314346774230016610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=314346774230016610&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/314346774230016610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/314346774230016610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally-free-by-nichole-nordeman.html' title='Finally Free by Nichole Nordeman'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-4446807393686412137</id><published>2009-04-08T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T10:12:26.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday's Wise Words</title><content type='html'>“It is not good for all our wishes to be filled; through sickness we recognize the value of health; through evil, the value of good; through hunger, the value of food; through exertion, the value of rest.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-4446807393686412137?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/4446807393686412137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=4446807393686412137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/4446807393686412137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/4446807393686412137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/04/wednesdays-wise-words.html' title='Wednesday&apos;s Wise Words'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-5949189418790750092</id><published>2009-04-07T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T12:34:21.077-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>Time to write!</title><content type='html'>So, I know that I have not been keeping up with my writing on here and I mean to change that. Hopefully from now on I will be able to post at least a little everyday. So, what is new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always liked to crochet and last week I took it up again. I won't be able to do it very often but I hope to do it when I have nothing else to do. It's one of those nice things that you can do practically anywhere! If I am listening to something I can crochet while I listen. If I am watching a movie I can crochet while I watch. It's pretty fun! So, If you need a little project to do or if you are sitting around wondering what to do with your spare time I suggest that you take up crocheting! It's a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baseball season is in full swing. Yesterday we went to another one of my brother's games and it was perfect weather for it too! Nice and sunny and pretty warm for a while. So, we have all been enjoying that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday night was our Church's talent show. A very fun and enjoyable evening I must say! We had a lot of talent featured with a good variety also. I hope that we will be able to have as much fun next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, just a few things happening in my life. What is new with you? Leave me a comment and let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-5949189418790750092?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/5949189418790750092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=5949189418790750092&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/5949189418790750092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/5949189418790750092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-to-write.html' title='Time to write!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-7863151329898311970</id><published>2009-04-01T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T13:58:32.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='For Fun'/><title type='text'>Our Spring Break Fun</title><content type='html'>We went to a baseball game over Spring Break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SdPSAvBIW6I/AAAAAAAABjc/ni7O0N9PYaY/s1600-h/IMGP1401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319826494917729186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SdPSAvBIW6I/AAAAAAAABjc/ni7O0N9PYaY/s320/IMGP1401.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andy watched the game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SdPSAG5pJHI/AAAAAAAABjU/ei91qNVArH8/s1600-h/IMGP1403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319826484148905074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SdPSAG5pJHI/AAAAAAAABjU/ei91qNVArH8/s320/IMGP1403.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jeremy played first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SdPSA4yzN0I/AAAAAAAABjk/KuwW1sV3Lc8/s1600-h/IMGP1407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319826497541977922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SdPSA4yzN0I/AAAAAAAABjk/KuwW1sV3Lc8/s320/IMGP1407.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And I played with the camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SdPR_29vDNI/AAAAAAAABjM/07Z5IldeRoY/s1600-h/IMGP1402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319826479871102162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SdPR_29vDNI/AAAAAAAABjM/07Z5IldeRoY/s320/IMGP1402.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was a great day for a game! I even got some sunburn. This week we all went back to our regular routine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-7863151329898311970?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/7863151329898311970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=7863151329898311970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/7863151329898311970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/7863151329898311970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-spring-break-fun.html' title='Our Spring Break Fun'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SdPSAvBIW6I/AAAAAAAABjc/ni7O0N9PYaY/s72-c/IMGP1401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-2696960837478360325</id><published>2009-03-23T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:27:57.139-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>God has been gracious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday to my sweet little niece, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tovia&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-g.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2125/120/38/549475054/n549475054_5630510_1032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-g.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2125/120/38/549475054/n549475054_5630510_1032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;God has truly been gracious to you, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tovia&lt;/span&gt;, in caring for your life this past year. It has been a joy to watch you grow from a small infant to a healthy, bouncing, year-old baby. We thank God for your life every day and pray that you will continue to grow and remind us of how gracious our God has been to us, in giving us such a blessed life as yours. Happy Birthday sweetie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-2696960837478360325?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/2696960837478360325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=2696960837478360325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/2696960837478360325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/2696960837478360325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/03/god-has-been-gracious.html' title='God has been gracious'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-2420099400503450489</id><published>2009-03-22T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:27:50.034-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Family Retreat 2009</title><content type='html'>This past weekend was our Church's annual family retreat. It was a blast! I had a lot of fun with friends, stayed up really late, and played three games of floor hockey that have left me sore and tired. I really enjoyed it though! Enjoy the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316216292554100082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/Scb-jTLUzXI/AAAAAAAABh8/xEUOH3KslE0/s320/IMGP1343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Friends talking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/Scb-j_rC-VI/AAAAAAAABiE/i_H29r_EaK4/s1600-h/IMGP1345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316216304498309458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/Scb-j_rC-VI/AAAAAAAABiE/i_H29r_EaK4/s320/IMGP1345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The people who prepared the food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/Scb-kUcaQQI/AAAAAAAABiM/y-qWHyUPabg/s1600-h/IMGP1354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316216310074065154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/Scb-kUcaQQI/AAAAAAAABiM/y-qWHyUPabg/s320/IMGP1354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midnight snack&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/Scb-k4fGSKI/AAAAAAAABiU/AZmLc5EDDRY/s1600-h/IMGP1356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316216319749015714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/Scb-k4fGSKI/AAAAAAAABiU/AZmLc5EDDRY/s320/IMGP1356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/Scb-lfqrKrI/AAAAAAAABic/QE9H4ZGikMk/s1600-h/IMGP1363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316216330266553010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/Scb-lfqrKrI/AAAAAAAABic/QE9H4ZGikMk/s320/IMGP1363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Floor hockey madness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-2420099400503450489?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/2420099400503450489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=2420099400503450489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/2420099400503450489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/2420099400503450489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/03/family-retreat-2009.html' title='Family Retreat 2009'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/Scb-jTLUzXI/AAAAAAAABh8/xEUOH3KslE0/s72-c/IMGP1343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-1266298708587002736</id><published>2009-03-20T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:28:23.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>An answer to prayer!</title><content type='html'>I rejoice to report that Alex is now home! He has progressed so much that he was allowed to go home and sleep in his own bed and be around more of his family and friends. He will still continue therapy, but it sounds like it will not be as often, though they are doing things at home still so that he will continue to improve. Thank you for your prayers on his behalf! Keep praying that he would continue to get better and specifically for paralysis on one side of his face. They are little concerned about that but mostly the family is rejoicing to have him home and are even planning a party! :) Praise the Lord for His faithfulness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-1266298708587002736?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/1266298708587002736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=1266298708587002736&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/1266298708587002736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/1266298708587002736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/03/answer-to-prayer.html' title='An answer to prayer!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-619909648284773470</id><published>2009-03-13T09:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:28:23.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Please be praying</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/cb/photos/photodir3/alexbryan/large/5f30b6fa11faf2c17555663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 231px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 305px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.caringbridge.org/cb/photos/photodir3/alexbryan/large/5f30b6fa11faf2c17555663.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of you know that we have a friend who lives in Maryland that needs your prayers. His name is Alex and I want to ask you to be praying for him because he is in a rehabilitation center right now starting Physical Therapy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to Alex? He got into a fight with a stranger late at night and ended up being seriously injured. That happened over a month ago. Since then, Alex has made slow progress to recovery, but now he is beginning the grueling process of PT. In a way this is very positive for Alex's family and an encouragement to them because he is making progress, but there is a long rode ahead for Alex. He becomes discouraged easily and of course grows tired and needs a lot of encouragement. This does make him more determined to work to get out of the hospital, but he does need to recognize his limits. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as you can tell there is a lot happening with Alex and there is going to be a lot of ups and downs for him until he fully recovers and is able to go home. Pray for his family, that they would not grow discouraged and be able to rest and sleep well. Pray that Alex would continue to get better and that he would see that it is not by his strength that he will be able to go home, but only through God's grace. Especially remember his parents as they watch their son go through this time, that they would have trust in God and continue to look to him for all that they need. Thank you for praying and I will keep you updated on how Alex is doing in the days ahead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-619909648284773470?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/619909648284773470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=619909648284773470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/619909648284773470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/619909648284773470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/03/please-be-praying.html' title='Please be praying'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-9177735241172180746</id><published>2009-03-10T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T17:57:13.380-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Time Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.global-b2b-network.com/direct/dbimage/50349690/Artistic_Clock_And_Wall_Clock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 161px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.global-b2b-network.com/direct/dbimage/50349690/Artistic_Clock_And_Wall_Clock.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past Sunday we set our clocks forward an hour and what a difference the time change makes! The sun is still shining brightly at 5:30 p.m. and the days are even a little bit warmer (around here anyways). Spring seems to be in the air and it is nice to get that feeling. Hopefully it won't get too cold if the weather turns sour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Changes are good things and if we didn't have them, life would not be as interesting. You have to admit that even those who love winter time can get tired of it after 3 months or so. The same goes for other things also. Life is made more interesting by these little changes that come our way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-9177735241172180746?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/9177735241172180746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=9177735241172180746&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/9177735241172180746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/9177735241172180746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/03/time-change.html' title='Time Change'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-7191110737150396789</id><published>2009-03-06T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T15:58:19.106-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Media Reviews'/><title type='text'>Come What May</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lifeoftheparty.typepad.com/.a/6a00d834521cc169e2010535c35c35970c-320wi"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 207px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://lifeoftheparty.typepad.com/.a/6a00d834521cc169e2010535c35c35970c-320wi" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some good friends of mine were able to be a part of a movie last summer (and one of them was the lead actress!). It's called COME WHAT MAY, made mostly by students from a new Christian film company, Advent Film Group. The movie is about purity, the sanctity of life, and the importance of doing what's right...come what may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is being released to DVD nationwide on March 17th by Provident Films, the same company that distributed &lt;a href="http://www.facingthegiants.com/"&gt;FACING THE GIANTS&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.fireproofthemovie.com/"&gt;FIREPROOF&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can watch the trailer &lt;a href="http://www.comewhatmaythemovie.com/videos.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and see a review of the movie &lt;a href="http://www.christiancinema.com/catalog/article_info.php?articles_id=6030"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would encourage all of you to buy a copy of this movie when it is released on March 17th. It has a great message!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-7191110737150396789?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/7191110737150396789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=7191110737150396789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/7191110737150396789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/7191110737150396789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/03/come-what-may.html' title='Come What May'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-3347754303011944960</id><published>2009-03-05T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T15:58:39.499-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Slideshow Saga</title><content type='html'>Well, needless to say I have been having problems with the slideshow that I've been working on for our church. Everything started out well and I was able to get all the pictures ready pretty quickly. Then one day I tried to be smart and copy the file to a CD so that I could work on it while on a laptop. Bad idea. I ended up deleting my only copy of the file. So, I was back to square one and started over. I was getting pro at this by now! :) Thankfully it didn't take me long to get the pictures ready again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the difficulty with music. I can set music to play while watching the pictures just fine, it's decided what kind of music is the problem. In my house we all like different types of music and plus some music just looks weird while you are seeing certain pictures. You get the idea. So, it took time to finally decide what music we wanted. Then when we had decided which music to use I realized we had a problem putting it onto the slideshow. Yes, this was getting fun. :) Eventually, I solved that problem with the music, what else could go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That brings us up to today. I was finishing up the last minute touches to the slideshow and everything was looking good until we watched it for the final time. That was when we discovered that the last song was being cut off too early and not being faded out. Now, I am picky and want things just right, so then I had to try and figure out how to fix this new problem. Unfortunately it looks like I will just have to be content with not solving this one and go about finishing the slideshow a different way then I intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after I had decided this, I thought I would burn a copy to a DVD and try it out. That was when I discovered another problem. I didn't have a program to burn a DVD. Ahhh! Alright, let's not panic (I hope), I'll just find a free one on the Internet. Yeah, well, that has taken me a while and there really are not a lot of free programs out there. I was able to find one that I am hoping I will be able to use for now though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that is where I am at. Hopefully we will encounter no more problems and I will be able to sleep tonight knowing that this silly slideshow is working. :)&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-3347754303011944960?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/3347754303011944960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=3347754303011944960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/3347754303011944960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/3347754303011944960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/03/slideshow-saga.html' title='Slideshow Saga'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-5309089003663661326</id><published>2009-02-28T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T15:57:43.858-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Last year</title><content type='html'>Today I was cleaning up some things in my room when I found a treasure of memories. Not from many years back, mind you, but from just this past year. I went through a little basket which has been sitting on my desk for a year and has never been touched since last May. You see, last year I graduated from highschool and all the letters, notes, and memories from that day and days surrounding it went into that basket. I couldn't believe what I found when I went through it today. Cards from wonderful friends, notes from people I had never met, and a wave of memories from planning my graduation last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it was a treat to relive some of those memories and remember what I was thinking back then. It's amazing how much can change in just one year. I do look at things a bit differently now, then I did then. God has been teaching me, molding me, and bringing me greater understanding through experiences I've had since last year. Don't get me wrong, I loved that time in my life! It was such an exciting time for me and one that I will always treasure in my memory. But I would never go back to that time, because I grown since that time. I would never try to replace what I have learned over the past year because it has been for my good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you are graduating this year, treasure this time in your life because you will never get it back. The future looks so bright and glorious to you at this time, and it is. Don't stop with graduating. Persevere, because your future awaits you. It will be hard and difficult at times, but by God's grace, you will experience the sweet with the bitter. Sometimes it is only by going through the bitter that you also experience the sweet. Be thankful for the bitter and sweet for both are gifts to us from God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-5309089003663661326?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/5309089003663661326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=5309089003663661326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/5309089003663661326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/5309089003663661326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/02/last-year.html' title='Last year'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-8644123724871084765</id><published>2009-02-24T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T15:57:13.850-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>Post Festival Thoughts</title><content type='html'>So, yes, we have been back from the puppet festival for a couple days and I haven't written up the results! Shame on me. :) Our team did very well! We received a gold award for our song that we did and one of our puppeteers, Jed placed second in the lip &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sync&lt;/span&gt; competition! Congrats to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to explain the lip &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sync&lt;/span&gt; competition so you will know how hard it is. You are competing (all in fun of course) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;against&lt;/span&gt; 16 other people behind a puppet stage. You don't know what song you will be singing when your turn comes to go into the stage, and you don't know how many others will do better than you because you can't watch the others doing their songs. The judges call three puppeteers into the stage at a time and after seeing all of the puppeteers lip a song they make the first round of cuts. If you make it to the next round you are called in again three at a time to do another song. This goes on until the top three competitors lip one last song together. This is always the most fun song to watch because by then the puppeteers have done at least five songs. They are tired and just want to have fun, and they do! What makes it even more fun is how hard the last song usually is to lip. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Having&lt;/span&gt; done this lip &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sync&lt;/span&gt; competition last year, I know h0w tired Jed must have been. He came out looking good though and we were all happy for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another blessing from this festival was the theme for his year. The organization who puts these festivals on is a christian organization and so they pick christian based themes. This year the theme was reflecting Christ. It was such a blessing to be encouraged in this area and here other christian puppeteers talk about ways we can better reflect Christ with our puppets and with our lives. So, it was a great time for all of us and something that I hope we will carry with us through this next year of puppets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-8644123724871084765?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/8644123724871084765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=8644123724871084765&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/8644123724871084765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/8644123724871084765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/02/post-festival-thoughts.html' title='Post Festival Thoughts'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-2618401980873186613</id><published>2009-02-19T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T15:57:13.850-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>Portable Puppets</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow our puppet team is traveling up to Portland for another puppet festival. It has been a busy week getting things ready for that, and now the fun begins for us! Tomorrow night we will be doing a song for a competition held during all of the festivals and I am looking forward to it. I know that we will do really well, and even if we don't, it will still be fun! So, please keep our team in your prayers! We have been practicing a lot this week and we are all a bit fried. Today was a nice day to "have off". :) Thanks so much and hopefully we will have a report when we return Saturday night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-2618401980873186613?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/2618401980873186613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=2618401980873186613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/2618401980873186613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/2618401980873186613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/02/portable-puppets.html' title='Portable Puppets'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-6266037234754735071</id><published>2009-02-14T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T15:57:13.851-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day!</title><content type='html'>I hope you all had a wonderful Valentines Day and to send you off singing for the evening, here is &lt;em&gt;How you Live&lt;/em&gt; by Point of Grace. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object id="flvPlayer" width="420" align="middle" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://images.yallwire.com/images/flashplayer/flvPlayer.swf?embed=true&amp;amp;site=www.yallwire.com&amp;amp;filename=pointofgracehowyoulive&amp;amp;id=q6YRTEowmrXKcMRwILsl&amp;amp;level=0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://images.yallwire.com/images/flashplayer/flvPlayer.swf?embed=true&amp;site=www.yallwire.com&amp;filename=pointofgracehowyoulive&amp;id=q6YRTEowmrXKcMRwILsl&amp;level=0" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000" width="420" height="345" name="flvPlayer" align="middle" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yallwire.com/artists/artistpage/Point+of+Grace.html"&gt;Point of Grace - How You Live&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yallwire.com/"&gt;Music Videos&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.yallwire.com/"&gt;http://www.yallwire.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px; VISIBILITY: hidden" border="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMzQ2Njk5MjkwOTMmcHQ9MTIzNDY3MDEyMDkzNyZwPTEyNTExJmQ9cG9pbnRvZmdyYWNlaG93eW91bGl2ZSZnPTEmdD*mbz**OTY1M2ZhNjc2MTA*N2YxOTU*ZTVkMTBiYzE2NjczNw==.gif" width="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-6266037234754735071?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/6266037234754735071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=6266037234754735071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/6266037234754735071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/6266037234754735071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentines Day!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-6377414998601102025</id><published>2009-02-12T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T11:40:03.931-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Jesse!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SZR4eek5_kI/AAAAAAAABbM/lTtog6Kws2I/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301995126321184322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SZR4eek5_kI/AAAAAAAABbM/lTtog6Kws2I/s320/Thanksgiving+087.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My big brother is going to be celebrating today. God has greatly blessed him this past year! He has celebrated a year of being married, is teaching still, and is continuing to be a fun brother. On a humorous note, some members of our extended family were led to believe that this day was actually Kate's birthday! I won't take the time to explain the mix up, but it has been a bit entertaining in clearing that up!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, Jesse, here's to many more hours and years of laughter, discussions, and all around fun with you! Happy Birthday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-6377414998601102025?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/6377414998601102025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=6377414998601102025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/6377414998601102025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/6377414998601102025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-to-jesse.html' title='Happy Birthday to Jesse!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SZR4eek5_kI/AAAAAAAABbM/lTtog6Kws2I/s72-c/Thanksgiving+087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-8079537745262763626</id><published>2009-02-10T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T15:57:43.858-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Frisbee</title><content type='html'>You see a blur of red go flying over your head and dash towards it. Suddenly you realize that there are already 20 people around it and change your mind. That is what an Ultimate Frisbee game feels like at riverside park in Grants Pass. I have been playing Frisbee for the last 7 years and am still not tired of it. It's not just the game, or the competitive atmosphere (although I love those things too!) it's the thought of just enjoying some time with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are at least 20 people who I would never have met, had it not been for Frisbee. How amazing is that! The coolest part is that I have not only made friends, but I have also met other people who love the Lord. One of the Frisbee games I will never forget. We all gathered around and prayed for a boy who was sick. I had come to know this family somewhat and was learning about them from others, but just praying together really showed me how common of a thing we all had. We all had Christ in common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frisbee has been a great blessing in my life. Not only have I met other Christians, but now I know a few of the people who go to a church other than mine. That gives me a greater perspective and shows me how small my world is. Most of the time it is easy to become so centered on your world, your church, and your life. Well, God is at work in many Churches. His word is being preached around the world, and even all over my town of Grants Pass. Sure we may differ on certain things, but the point is that just through a simple fun game we are fellowshipping and enjoying time with families from other Churches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now it is snowing and very cold out. I can't imagine being out in this cold playing Frisbee. I have played in some crazy weather though, like pouring down rain, and blustering cold windy days.  But when the weather turns nice, you will most likely find me out at riverside park on Sunday afternoons, playing Ultimate Frisbee. I have made a lot of friends through this game and met a lot of brothers and sisters in Christ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-8079537745262763626?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/8079537745262763626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=8079537745262763626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/8079537745262763626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/8079537745262763626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/02/frisbee.html' title='Frisbee'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-2553327977933551072</id><published>2009-02-04T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T13:00:45.282-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>God is faithful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SYqCr3WqZ0I/AAAAAAAABas/j7-UVMQQecU/s1600-h/n775477411_1019056_9369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299191601659799362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SYqCr3WqZ0I/AAAAAAAABas/j7-UVMQQecU/s320/n775477411_1019056_9369.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have been looking at pictures from the last year of Church events, our family, and just any pictures we have from this last year. I am again going to attempt to make a slideshow of pictures of all of our church's events from this past year. It has been fun to look over some of these shots and see all the great things that God has done in this past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, we had a mystery dinner for all of the younger couples in our church this past November. It has been fun to go through those photos and remember how enjoyable the evening was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SYqDTdjw6II/AAAAAAAABa0/M_pyC3ppYJw/s1600-h/Fellowship+Mal+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299192281930197122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SYqDTdjw6II/AAAAAAAABa0/M_pyC3ppYJw/s320/Fellowship+Mal+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We also have some pictures from a couple of our fellowship meals from the past year. We have one every month, so they all blend together, but the thing that stuck out here was how much our church just likes to spend time together. That is why we have this time of eating (some great food!) and talking, because we want to keep our relationships strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this has reminded me how much our church has grown this past year. This may not be in terms of numbers of people, but in terms of spiritual growth. We have learned much, and continue to learn, together.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SYqGnL3f9lI/AAAAAAAABbE/GRNv-QjNoOk/s1600-h/Issachar+Forum-+June+08+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299195919313401426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SYqGnL3f9lI/AAAAAAAABbE/GRNv-QjNoOk/s320/Issachar+Forum-+June+08+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity!" -Psalm 133:1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-2553327977933551072?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/2553327977933551072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=2553327977933551072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/2553327977933551072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/2553327977933551072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/02/god-is-faithful.html' title='God is faithful'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SYqCr3WqZ0I/AAAAAAAABas/j7-UVMQQecU/s72-c/n775477411_1019056_9369.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-6295003265973441291</id><published>2009-01-31T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T13:00:45.282-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>The teachers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SYT65nJhv5I/AAAAAAAABac/7bOZhPHzxS0/s1600-h/n549475054_5630503_8851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297634929362976658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SYT65nJhv5I/AAAAAAAABac/7bOZhPHzxS0/s320/n549475054_5630503_8851.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just read a post on my brother's &lt;a href="http://havingtwolegs.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; about his kids. These three are such fun to have around and are being taught a lot. Yet, they are teaching the ones around them a lot too. It is simply amazing to think how much we are the pupils in a classroom run by children. My nephew and two little nieces and are being brought up in the nurture and admonition of the Lord and the rest of us watching this happening are being trained right along with them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love my nephew and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nieces&lt;/span&gt; so much and thank God that He has given me some great little teachers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-6295003265973441291?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/6295003265973441291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=6295003265973441291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/6295003265973441291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/6295003265973441291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/01/teachers.html' title='The teachers'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SYT65nJhv5I/AAAAAAAABac/7bOZhPHzxS0/s72-c/n549475054_5630503_8851.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-582995043915854284</id><published>2009-01-30T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T13:00:30.786-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>On their way!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SYNlYvzvwPI/AAAAAAAABaU/6BdPXXeGcTM/s1600-h/entering+the+carry-on+security+area.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297189062542606578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SYNlYvzvwPI/AAAAAAAABaU/6BdPXXeGcTM/s320/entering+the+carry-on+security+area.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dad and Jeremy are on their way home. Please pray for a safe travel. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-582995043915854284?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/582995043915854284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=582995043915854284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/582995043915854284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/582995043915854284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-their-way.html' title='On their way!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SYNlYvzvwPI/AAAAAAAABaU/6BdPXXeGcTM/s72-c/entering+the+carry-on+security+area.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220650500842664336.post-1270095463466633870</id><published>2009-01-27T22:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T13:00:30.786-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>They are coming home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SX_2lcvPx_I/AAAAAAAABaM/zkpawrPLqJE/s1600-h/Nimrod+Fortress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296222810040944626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SX_2lcvPx_I/AAAAAAAABaM/zkpawrPLqJE/s320/Nimrod+Fortress.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my Dad and brother are flying out Friday and arrive home on Saturday. We are looking forward to having them and missed them very much. Hurry home boys! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220650500842664336-1270095463466633870?l=mollystales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/feeds/1270095463466633870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220650500842664336&amp;postID=1270095463466633870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/1270095463466633870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220650500842664336/posts/default/1270095463466633870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollystales.blogspot.com/2009/01/they-are-coming-home.html' title='They are coming home!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00989761950461166793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQHK4W1DdtY/TqdXWaowobI/AAAAAAAACkI/PkV5ppJwiIc/s220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NF6JlWWRWvY/SX_2lcvPx_I/AAAAAAAABaM/zkpawrPLqJE/s72-c/Nimrod+Fortress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
