<?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-3129950990832615875</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:42:29.897+01:00</updated><category term='Memories'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='House and Home'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='love'/><category term='poems'/><title type='text'>Leanne's Legacy &amp; Lessons Learned</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leannetje.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129950990832615875/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leannetje.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Leanne H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905259083428180537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmMcV0Aa8dA/SdshayaoVPI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/FAgnpCW_7qQ/S220/IMGP5586-1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129950990832615875.post-4082205261112991458</id><published>2009-05-19T10:05:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T10:08:54.462+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Under His Wings</title><content type='html'>Hannah, Lydia and I went on a walk last night just as the sun was setting.  The days are getting longer here, so it was around 9PM.  The sunset was absolutely gorgeous!  We had actually headed out to see the swan family we've been watching, but we got side-tracked by the sky for a while.  After about 15 minutes, we walked in the opposite direction to go see if the family was at "home."  Sure enough...&lt;br /&gt;As we approached the reeds we could see white objects moving, so we waved to Lydia to hurry up (she was trailing behind).  We must have come up on them a little too quickly, because the mother hissed at us, which is strange since she seems to have grown accustom to our presence.  What a sight we had as we slowly crept closer!  First of all, as usual, the male was in the water grooming himself.  Oh brother!  The mom was on top of the nest with her babies.  After a bit, the babies slid down the side of the nest to join their daddy in the water.  One, two, three...seven.  I was happy they were all still present and accounted for.  Then Mr. and Mrs. Swan began working away to make the nest more comfortable and roomy (?).  Apparently it was getting a little TOO cozy.  LOL!  Mrs. Swan was on top of the nest stretching her neck way down and pulling what looked like seaweed from underneath the water.  Mr. Swan was pitching in and dumping beak-fulls onto the nest as well.  I can't imagine sleeping in that junk, but...whatever!  LOL!  Then the mom went into the water for a snack break, and he got up on top of the nest and kept working away with a vengance.  He just didn't seem satisfied.  It sounded as though he was irritated as he ripped reeds off and worked away.  After a bit, the mom got back on too.  She fussed a little more at the twigs below her, but then she settled down for the night.  But, Mr. Swan kept picking and moving twigs, reeds, and that seaweed stuff into place.  Then the babies tried, almost in vain, to get up onto the nest.  It looked like quite a chore, and it made us laugh.  Finally they were all "inside" for the night.  The dad still kept picking a bit, but the babies nestled down beside their mommy.  It was a sight to behold!  They squished as close to her as they could.  I can understand why.  If you lived here, you'd know that the wind seems to constantly blow.  Anyway, some of the babies were plastering themselves to their mommy and pushing their heads up under her wing.  They longed to get into that safe, warm place for the night.  As I sat there watching this sight I thought of the spiritual meaning it had for me.  It made me think of the old hymn, "Under His Wings." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under His wings I am safely abiding.&lt;br /&gt;Tho' the night deepens and tempests are wild,&lt;br /&gt;Still I can trust Him; I know He will keep me&lt;br /&gt;He has redeemed me, and I am His child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was getting dark, and the wind was blowing through the reeds, but the babies were safely tucked away with their mom and dad.  Sometimes the trials of life can make the days seem so dark, and the problems bash against us like stormy winds, but through all these struggles, we can trust the Lord when we are one of His children.  He will keep us and make a safe place for us to abide ~ Under His Wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under His wings ~ what a refuge in sorrow!&lt;br /&gt;How the heart yearningly turns to His rest!&lt;br /&gt;Often when earth has no balm for my healing,&lt;br /&gt;There I find comfort, and there I am blest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about the painful time I experienced after my mother died.  Less than two weeks later, I had to get on a plane and fly away over the ocean that carried me far from her grave and from the shared loss and comfort of my father and siblings.  Yes, I had the comfort of the Lord, but in a human sense I was very sorrowful.  My heart yearned for rest and healing.  I was like one of those baby swans pushing up under the mommy's wing so I could get the comfort I so longed for.  I remember time after time lying completely flat on the floor by my bed with my face buried in the rug ~ crying and praying.  I couldn't get any lower.  I pictured myself ~ Under His Wings...finding comfort so I would be blessed.  I was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under His wings ~ O was precious enjoyment!&lt;br /&gt;There will I hide till life's trials are o'er;&lt;br /&gt;Sheltered, protected, no evil can harm me.&lt;br /&gt;Resting in Jesus, I'm safe evermore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, those babies sure seemed to enjoy squishing up close to their mommy!  It made us smile as we watched this precious sight.  I wish you could've seen it.  It was so cute to see the babies struggling to get under their mom's wing.  We laughed.  It must have felt like a warm blanket with the wind blowing as it was.  I'm sure they feel protected when there, safe from all harm.  One thing's for sure, they love their babies.  How do I know?  Tonight Mrs. Swan hissed at us to let us know to keep our distance.  And, a few days ago when Hannah, Josiah and I went hunting for them...well, Mr. Swan let us know without a doubt that he didn't want us coming any closer.  They were on the OTHER side of the canal, but when I went to the edge on OUR side, he began swimming towards me with his wings puffed up to make himself look bigger and more threatening.  I wasn't gonna wait to see what his plan of attack was, so I backed up enough until he seemed to relax.  He WAS going to protect his little ones!  I don't know about you, but sometimes I get pretty tired of life's trials and the evils of this world.  I think of the verse, "Oh that I had wings like a dove! for then would I fly away, and be at rest."  Psalm 55:6  I'm glad I can find shelter, protection, and rest ~ Under His Wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain:&lt;br /&gt;Under His wings, under His wings,&lt;br /&gt;Who from His love can sever?&lt;br /&gt;Under His wings, my soul shall abide,&lt;br /&gt;Safely abide forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful that I'm loved...and that nothing can separate me from the love of God.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful that even when everything seems like a mess...I'm safe forever...safe ~ Under His Wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hymn ~ Under His Wings&lt;br /&gt;Text:  William O. Cushing&lt;br /&gt;Music:  Ira D. Sankey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to see pictures and get more information about the swan family, you can visit my daughter's blog:  &lt;br /&gt;http://lydia-joy.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129950990832615875-4082205261112991458?l=leannetje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leannetje.blogspot.com/feeds/4082205261112991458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129950990832615875&amp;postID=4082205261112991458' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129950990832615875/posts/default/4082205261112991458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129950990832615875/posts/default/4082205261112991458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leannetje.blogspot.com/2009/05/under-his-wings.html' title='Under His Wings'/><author><name>Leanne H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905259083428180537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmMcV0Aa8dA/SdshayaoVPI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/FAgnpCW_7qQ/S220/IMGP5586-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129950990832615875.post-4317141527932679925</id><published>2009-04-07T11:38:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T11:41:02.535+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>THE ANSWER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wrote this poem not long after I got saved at the age of 21. I tried many things that did not satisfy. The break-up of a relationship was one of the factors that brought me to an end of myself...the emptiness and loneliness that it left in its wake. I often hear people say, "Oh, you just turned to God because you needed a crutch!" Ugh! No, I didn't need a crutch, I needed Someone to carry me, and He does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ANSWER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he left me I felt so empty,&lt;br /&gt;But I really never loved him at all.&lt;br /&gt;I was sad and cried and felt so empty,&lt;br /&gt;But I never heard the Father’s call.&lt;br /&gt;Day by day I wondered thoughtfully…&lt;br /&gt;Where will I go when I die?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I here?&lt;br /&gt;What is life’s purpose?&lt;br /&gt;Is God real?&lt;br /&gt;And then I’d cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still the Father faithfully called to me,&lt;br /&gt;But I never heard His loving voice.&lt;br /&gt;I had to be brought to my knees.&lt;br /&gt;I was not ready to make my choice.&lt;br /&gt;In bed at night I wondered thoughtfully…&lt;br /&gt;Where will I go when I die?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I here?&lt;br /&gt;What is life’s purpose?&lt;br /&gt;Is God real?&lt;br /&gt;And then I’d cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not sleep…and I felt so empty.&lt;br /&gt;The darkness seemed huge and I so small.&lt;br /&gt;I was sad and I cried and I felt so empty.&lt;br /&gt;Then I began hearing the Father’s call.&lt;br /&gt;Day by day I realized fearfully…&lt;br /&gt;I’ll go to hell if I die.&lt;br /&gt;I’m here for a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;My life has meaning.&lt;br /&gt;God is real.&lt;br /&gt;And then I’d cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still the Father faithfully called to me,&lt;br /&gt;And I clearly heard His loving voice.&lt;br /&gt;He tenderly brought me to my knees,&lt;br /&gt;And patiently waited for my choice.&lt;br /&gt;Then one night I realized joyfully…&lt;br /&gt;I’ll go to Heaven when I die.&lt;br /&gt;I accepted Christ.&lt;br /&gt;Now my life has meaning.&lt;br /&gt;God loves me,&lt;br /&gt;And He is nigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now God has filled my heart that was empty.&lt;br /&gt;I find in Him what I need; He’s my all.&lt;br /&gt;Are you sad? Do you cry? Do you feel so empty?&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever answer the Father’s call???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by: Leanne Driessen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129950990832615875-4317141527932679925?l=leannetje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leannetje.blogspot.com/feeds/4317141527932679925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129950990832615875&amp;postID=4317141527932679925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129950990832615875/posts/default/4317141527932679925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129950990832615875/posts/default/4317141527932679925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leannetje.blogspot.com/2009/04/answer.html' title='THE ANSWER'/><author><name>Leanne H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905259083428180537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmMcV0Aa8dA/SdshayaoVPI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/FAgnpCW_7qQ/S220/IMGP5586-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129950990832615875.post-5810511688894086681</id><published>2009-01-20T17:53:00.024+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T16:09:57.517+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><title type='text'>Honoring Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Today it is 6 years ago that my mother died from ovarian cancer.  It was one of the most difficult times of my life.  I will not go there, as I try to forget it.  One thing I know is, death is a terrible thing, especially when you watch someone you love wither away.  I remember for years praying for her to be healed and live, but near the end my prayers became, "Lord, please take her home!"  God never intended for man to die, that all came about because of disobedience in the Garden of Eden.  Death was then pronounced on mankind.  I have a real problem with what seems to be a recent fashion of clothing with skeleton heads/bones on them and other sick stuff like that. Ugh!  I think of the Bible verse, "...all they that hate me love death."  Proverbs 8:36  Something is seriously wrong with people who enjoy death!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;"&gt;But this is not the reason I am writing this post.  I want to pay honor to the memory of my mother, Sally C. Driessen.  I could say many things about her, but the most important thing I guess I would say is that I'm so thankful I had a mother who stayed at home.  It was wonderful to have her there to greet us when we walked in the door from school. On the rare occasions that she couldn't be there...well, we always found a note on the kitchen table telling us where she was and approximately when she'd be back home.  It was a comfort to me, even as a teenager, to know my mom was there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;"&gt;"She looketh well to the ways of her household..."  Proverbs 31: 27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293426298269624866" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmMcV0Aa8dA/SXYHLCkSaiI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GR7oqTQk7Mg/s320/P2030075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;"&gt;Beloved, Mother, we bid thee not "Farewell," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;"&gt;but only for a little while "Good night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;"&gt;Thou shalt rise soon, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;"&gt;at the first dawn of the Resurrection day of the redeemed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;"&gt;It is we who linger in the darkness; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;"&gt;thou art in God's own light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;"&gt;Our night too shall soon be past, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;"&gt;and with it all our weeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;"&gt;Then, with thine, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;"&gt;our song shall greet the morning of a day that knows no night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;"&gt;Then, at His voice, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;"&gt;thou shalt spring from thy couch of earth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;"&gt; fashioned like unto His glorious body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;"&gt;Until then, beloved, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;"&gt;We praise God for thee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;"&gt;and expect to praise God with thee.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;"&gt;Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;"&gt;Credits:  This is the eulogy (somewhat modified) given at the end of the Sheffey movie, during his graveside funeral. This is a portion of the eulogy given by Archibald G. Brown at the graveside service of C.H. Spurgeon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129950990832615875-5810511688894086681?l=leannetje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leannetje.blogspot.com/feeds/5810511688894086681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129950990832615875&amp;postID=5810511688894086681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129950990832615875/posts/default/5810511688894086681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129950990832615875/posts/default/5810511688894086681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leannetje.blogspot.com/2009/01/honoring-mom.html' title='Honoring Mom'/><author><name>Leanne H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905259083428180537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmMcV0Aa8dA/SdshayaoVPI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/FAgnpCW_7qQ/S220/IMGP5586-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmMcV0Aa8dA/SXYHLCkSaiI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GR7oqTQk7Mg/s72-c/P2030075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129950990832615875.post-5025606608806278802</id><published>2008-12-20T12:01:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:36:34.609+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>First Love</title><content type='html'>Do you remember when you 1st fell in love with your spouse?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nobody&lt;/span&gt; looked better!&lt;br /&gt;"Behold, thou are fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes."  Song of Solomon 1:15&lt;br /&gt;I met Jake at the end of July 1983.  He had a bicycle accident not long after I met him.  He lost teeth and had wounds on his face.  I don't think his teeth were fixed until just before we married, and he was left with scars!  I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; have been smitten, for it didn't matter one bit to me.  I was captivated by his "dove's" eyes.  At first they were the only thing I recognized about his face.  It's especially funny if you look at chapter 4, verses 2 &amp;amp; 3.  "Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn (They weren't!), which came up from the washing; whereof every one bear twins, and none is barren among them."  They were "barren" all right!  But, I was in love, so I didn't notice!  Ha!  "Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet..." And, his poor beautiful lip was torn!&lt;br /&gt;(By the way, the first time Jake was at our church &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I didn't even see him&lt;/span&gt;.  I heard there was a young man visiting the service who was called to preach.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt; got my interest.  I didn't know what he looked like, and I didn't care.  I wanted a man who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt; God.  But, I will write a post about that another time, lest this becomes too long.)&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that you couldn't even see anyone else &lt;/span&gt;for only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; held your attention?!&lt;br /&gt;"...comfort me with apples; for I am sick of love."  S of S 2:5&lt;br /&gt;Will an apple pie help, Jake?&lt;br /&gt;We old married folks need to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;strive &lt;/span&gt;to continue to be this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love-sick&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Remember how you could &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hardly wait&lt;/span&gt; to see him...to get just a glimpse?&lt;br /&gt;"My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall (taking a peek), he looketh forth at the windows (Can I get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any glimpse&lt;/span&gt;?), shewing himself through the lattice (Just a peek, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;please&lt;/span&gt;!)."&lt;br /&gt;But the Lord "charged" me "...stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please."  S of S 2:7&lt;br /&gt;He told me&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; yes&lt;/span&gt;, but I had to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wait&lt;/span&gt;.  It was the Lord's time &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when Jake was ready&lt;/span&gt;.  I was to f&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ollow&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not lead&lt;/span&gt;.  This is what He told me.  I remember it so clearly:&lt;br /&gt;"Wait on the LORD: be of good courage, and he shall strengthen thine heart: wait, I say, on the LORD." Psalms 27:14 and "Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding.  In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.  Be not wise in thine own eyes: fear the LORD..."  Proverbs 3:5,6&amp;amp;7&lt;br /&gt;On November 23 we got engaged.  Six month later, on May 26, we were married.  It will be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt; years in 2009.  After &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;months &lt;/span&gt;of chaperones, then we could go away together...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally alone&lt;/span&gt;...it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;"...Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away."  S of S 2:13&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember how during your courtship you could &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hardly wait&lt;/span&gt; to see him...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to hear his voice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a secretary/receptionist before we got married.  I used to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love it&lt;/span&gt; when he called me; I would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;melt&lt;/span&gt; from the sound of his voice.  He worked the night shift cleaning McDonald's restaurants.  Sometimes he would show up at my parents' house a while before I left for work and bring me an egg McMuffin for breakfast.  Sometimes he would bring breakfast for my mom too.  I think he was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;buttering her up&lt;/span&gt;.  Ha!  Anyway, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt; would make my day...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to see him first thing in the morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and they countenance is comely."  S of S 2:14&lt;br /&gt;Then the next verse says, "Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ouch!&lt;/span&gt;  Is the Lord trying to say that our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every-day irritations&lt;/span&gt; with each other &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;spoil &lt;/span&gt;the vine of our marriage?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yikes!&lt;/span&gt;  A three-fold cord (The Lord, my husband, me...Ecc. 4:12) is not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quickly&lt;/span&gt; broken, but that cord (vine) can be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slowly eaten away&lt;/span&gt; by "foxes" that spoil the vine.  Then the tender grapes will not grow; we will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; have the fruits of a good testimony.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, help!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My beloved is MINE, and I am HIS."  S of S 2:15&lt;br /&gt;Someone once told me, "Oh, you're just jealous," when a woman (not a lady) was trying to get in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MY &lt;/span&gt;place!  Yep, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that's right!&lt;/span&gt;  I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was &lt;/span&gt;jealous...and I had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EVERY right&lt;/span&gt; to be!  He is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MINE&lt;/span&gt;!  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yoohoo!!!?&lt;/span&gt;  Next time I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;won't &lt;/span&gt;stand back and be so nice.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blaaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.  I will rise now, and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth..." S of S 3:1&amp;amp;2&lt;br /&gt;Hey, do the things that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bother &lt;/span&gt;your husband &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;concern YOU&lt;/span&gt;???  Sometimes the kids and I kiddingly call Bro. Jake, Chief Walks At Night.  It's a long story.  Anyway, sometimes I wake up during the middle of the night and I just&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; feel&lt;/span&gt; that his presence is not in the room any longer.  Sure enough, I check...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he's gone&lt;/span&gt;.  So, I go downstairs to see if he's okay.  Now, I don't always "seek" him, but when I know something is bothering him, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you can bet&lt;/span&gt; I will go see if I can do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt;.  We tend to get so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lax&lt;/span&gt; in our marriages that we don't even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;care &lt;/span&gt;like we should.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not like we did at first.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;am guilty too.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God help us!&lt;/span&gt;  The enemy wants to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;destroy&lt;/span&gt; marriages, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;especially Christian ones&lt;/span&gt;.  Why?  Because marriage is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;picture&lt;/span&gt; of Christ's love for His church, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His bride&lt;/span&gt;.  Satan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hates&lt;/span&gt; that picture and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wants to wreck it!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, HELP!!!&lt;/span&gt;  We &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; YOU!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  You &lt;/span&gt;are the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;glue&lt;/span&gt; Who holds us together!!!&lt;br /&gt;"I said, Saw ye him whom my soul loveth?"  S of S 3:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uh,&lt;/span&gt; do you use endearing terms to refer to your spouse?  Him whom my soul loveth.  Like: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Honey, dear, sweet heart&lt;/span&gt;, etc.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These words&lt;/span&gt; help &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;, especially when trying not to be aggravated.  Yes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear&lt;/span&gt;, I did such and such,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; like you asked me to&lt;/span&gt;.  "A soft answer turneth away wrath."  Prov. 15:1&lt;br /&gt;"It was but a little that I passed from them, but I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him, and would not let him go..."  S of S 3:4&lt;br /&gt;I believe in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hands OFF&lt;/span&gt; policy before marriage!  I believe it with my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whole&lt;/span&gt; heart!  I'm practically 50 years old, and I have figured out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; things in my lifetime that make &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOTS&lt;/span&gt; of sense.  It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; clear in this passage - I Cor. 7:1.  I couldn't touch him &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; we were married, but let me tell you,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I couldn't wait &lt;/span&gt;until I could hold him after our marriage.  But, do we still have that longing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after &lt;/span&gt;marriage?  Or, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do we take our beloved for granted&lt;/span&gt;?  I'm telling you, I'm not sure men have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a clue&lt;/span&gt; of how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;powerful&lt;/span&gt; their touch is.  I believe God &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;made&lt;/span&gt; us ladies this way.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt; is why HANDS-OFF &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; marriage is of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;utmost&lt;/span&gt; importance!  Anyway, I will not go there or this will be really long.  What I am saying is that a man holds &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOTS of power&lt;/span&gt; in his touch.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;More&lt;/span&gt; than I think he realizes.  All Jake has to do is take me in his arms and I can believe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; will be okay.  The world can be falling apart around me, but crushed against his chest &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything will be all right&lt;/span&gt;.  Do you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;practice&lt;/span&gt; holding him?  Uh, it's okay now that you're married...and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;highly recommended!&lt;/span&gt;  :)&lt;br /&gt;"He made the pillars thereof of silver, the bottom thereof of gold, the covering of it of purple, the midst thereof being paved with love..."  S of S 3:10&lt;br /&gt;Our home can be decorated all pretty, but if it is not "paved with love" in the middle, well...then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we need help&lt;/span&gt;.  Who cares if the house is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt;, if there is a bad spirit and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lack of love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;"Thou are all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee."  S of S 4:7&lt;br /&gt;Ugh!  All I can say is...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ugh!&lt;/span&gt;  It's so easy to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blind &lt;/span&gt;to the faults of the one you love when you fall head over heels in love.  But, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after marriage&lt;/span&gt; it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; story.  Lord, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;help us&lt;/span&gt; to be blind!&lt;br /&gt;"Thou hast ravished my heart..."  S of S 4:4&lt;br /&gt;The Lord commands, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;, it is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;commandmen&lt;/span&gt;t, "...and BE thou ravished always with her love."        Prov. 5:19  It's written to the husband, but certainly He expects no less from us ladies towards our husbands!&lt;br /&gt;"A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed."  4:12&lt;br /&gt;"...Let my beloved come into HIS garden, and eat HIS pleasant fruits."  4:16&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not sure I have the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right take&lt;/span&gt; on this; I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no theologian&lt;/span&gt;.  But, when I compare it to Proverbs chapter 5:15-20, I think it's talking about marital&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; fidelity&lt;/span&gt;.  Uh, your "garden" is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;two of you&lt;/span&gt;.  You are his "fountain" and his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt;.  Adultery is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rampent&lt;/span&gt;, even amongst Christians.  Sisters, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;these things ought not to be so!!!&lt;/span&gt;  By the way, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;emotional &lt;/span&gt;adultery is also &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wicked!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, look at the verses:&lt;br /&gt;15  Drink waters out of thine own cistern, and running waters out of thine own well.&lt;br /&gt;16  Let thy fountains be dispersed abroad, and rivers of waters in the streets.&lt;br /&gt;17  Let them be only thine own, and not strangers’ with thee.&lt;br /&gt;18  Let thy fountain be blessed: and rejoice with the wife of thy youth.&lt;br /&gt;19  Let her be as the loving hind and pleasant roe; let her breasts satisfy thee at all times; and be thou ravished always with her love.&lt;br /&gt;The Lord &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;asks&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;20  And why wilt thou, my son (daughter), be ravished with a strange woman (man), and embrace the bosom of a stranger?&lt;br /&gt;Once again I say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, help us!&lt;/span&gt;  Satan would be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thrilled&lt;/span&gt; to wreck your marriage through the act of adultery.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WATCH OUT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"His mouth is most sweet; yea, he is altogether lovely.  This is my beloved, and this is my friend..."      S of S 5:16&lt;br /&gt;Before &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything romantic&lt;/span&gt;, Jake was 1st &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my friend&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm glad my husband is my friend...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my best friend&lt;/span&gt;.  We don't just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;coexist&lt;/span&gt;.  What's sad is, we are often the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nastiest&lt;/span&gt; to those we love best.  We &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; they'll put up with our grumpiness.  Why is that?  It is because we take them &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for granted&lt;/span&gt;.  This is not right, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and it needs work&lt;/span&gt;.  Uhhh, Lord...?  We &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; YOU!&lt;br /&gt;"Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me..."  S of S 6:5&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the look in his eyes &lt;/span&gt;when I knew Jake loved me.  I could &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hardly&lt;/span&gt; breathe.  That look that passes between lovers should &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EVER&lt;/span&gt; be there.&lt;br /&gt;"How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!"  S of S 7:6&lt;br /&gt;"I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me."  S of S 7:10&lt;br /&gt;Do you desire to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;please&lt;/span&gt; your husband as you did when he was courting you?  This will help to keep your marriage &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alive&lt;/span&gt;.  It is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; more blessed to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;give&lt;/span&gt; than to receive!  Want an apple pie, Jake?  :)&lt;br /&gt;Your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heart's cry&lt;/span&gt; to your spouse should be, "Set me as a seal upon thine heart..."   S of S 8:6&lt;br /&gt;For you belong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ONLY&lt;/span&gt; to each other!  It is a most &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;precious&lt;/span&gt; thing!  You can both have rings on your fingers, but they are only a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;token&lt;/span&gt;.  Is your love for him &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;set as a seal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;upon your heart?&lt;/span&gt;  There are times you'll be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; angry with each other.  In the first love of your relationship, you thought this would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; be, but that is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; reality.  What we need is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HUGE &lt;/span&gt;dose of COMMITMENT!!!  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; what the seal on your heart is.  A seal of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;commitment&lt;/span&gt; to your marriage vow!  Are you committed because you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;made a promise&lt;/span&gt; before God?  It was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; just a commitment to a man, you know.  But, are you committed to him simple because you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;told&lt;/span&gt; God you would be?  What about your children?  Are you committed to him because of the children you've had&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; together?&lt;/span&gt;  This may seem a strange question, but are you committed to him so your parents won't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lie awake&lt;/span&gt; at night &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;worrying?&lt;/span&gt;  And, for his parents too?  Are you committed to him so your marriage will be like a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beacon&lt;/span&gt; in a very dark world?  So that the lost will see something &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; between the two of you and will seek to know what (Who) it is?&lt;br /&gt;My blog is called, "Leanne's Legacy and Lessons Learned."  Jake and I are certainly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;far&lt;/span&gt; from perfect, but I hope that a part of the legacy I will leave behind for my children is that their mother &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loved &lt;/span&gt;their father...and that he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt; me.  I finish this post &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;begging&lt;/span&gt;, "God, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;help &lt;/span&gt;our marriages; PLEASE&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; help&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt; to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;committed!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129950990832615875-5025606608806278802?l=leannetje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leannetje.blogspot.com/feeds/5025606608806278802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129950990832615875&amp;postID=5025606608806278802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129950990832615875/posts/default/5025606608806278802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129950990832615875/posts/default/5025606608806278802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leannetje.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-love.html' title='First Love'/><author><name>Leanne H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905259083428180537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmMcV0Aa8dA/SdshayaoVPI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/FAgnpCW_7qQ/S220/IMGP5586-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129950990832615875.post-2019901288825317455</id><published>2008-05-27T15:16:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T09:24:23.839+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House and Home'/><title type='text'>More Curtains!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmMcV0Aa8dA/SEQ4ivFzEiI/AAAAAAAAADw/78Dt2I-tHfo/s1600-h/collage7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207349238554628642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmMcV0Aa8dA/SEQ4ivFzEiI/AAAAAAAAADw/78Dt2I-tHfo/s400/collage7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129950990832615875-2019901288825317455?l=leannetje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leannetje.blogspot.com/feeds/2019901288825317455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129950990832615875&amp;postID=2019901288825317455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129950990832615875/posts/default/2019901288825317455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129950990832615875/posts/default/2019901288825317455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leannetje.blogspot.com/2008/05/more-curtains.html' title='More Curtains!'/><author><name>Leanne H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905259083428180537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmMcV0Aa8dA/SdshayaoVPI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/FAgnpCW_7qQ/S220/IMGP5586-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmMcV0Aa8dA/SEQ4ivFzEiI/AAAAAAAAADw/78Dt2I-tHfo/s72-c/collage7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129950990832615875.post-154679721698617686</id><published>2008-05-18T19:27:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T09:24:06.523+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House and Home'/><title type='text'>New Curtains</title><content type='html'>Hey, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m pretending to be Mom right now. She’s too busy to do stuff on her blog, so I’m helping her out. =D Lol. Maybe one day, when all of us kids are grownup (we’re still working on that), married, and out of the house, she’ll have more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I thought you might be interested to know that the new curtains Mom ordered finally arrived on Thursday morning. She was so excited, which made me excited. Moms have that affect. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She immediately took our old curtains down and began putting up the new ones. We stood back to admire them, and at first we didn’t like them at all. But, as the day wore on, we liked ’em more ’n more. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom bought the curtains at &lt;a href="http://www.piperclassics.com/products/Hen_House_Swag_Pair-2991-343.html"&gt;Piper Classics&lt;/a&gt;, an online décor store. We had looked at several prints, and Mom asked all our opinions (so sweet!). Josiah and I both wanted the Hen House print. We thought it would match our couch the best. It really does too! Ties the whole living room together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just thought I’d share our good news. I think our living room looks really cute! Mom’s such a great interior decorator, and that without having taken any courses! Pretty smart! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Hannah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmMcV0Aa8dA/SDBnbOidR8I/AAAAAAAAABg/tIBCVSs989A/s1600-h/IMGP0870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201771287069673410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmMcV0Aa8dA/SDBnbOidR8I/AAAAAAAAABg/tIBCVSs989A/s400/IMGP0870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmMcV0Aa8dA/SDBnbuidR9I/AAAAAAAAABo/jKy49gEYviw/s1600-h/IMGP0872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201771295659608018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmMcV0Aa8dA/SDBnbuidR9I/AAAAAAAAABo/jKy49gEYviw/s400/IMGP0872.JPG" 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/3129950990832615875-154679721698617686?l=leannetje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leannetje.blogspot.com/feeds/154679721698617686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129950990832615875&amp;postID=154679721698617686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129950990832615875/posts/default/154679721698617686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129950990832615875/posts/default/154679721698617686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leannetje.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-curtains.html' title='New Curtains'/><author><name>Leanne H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905259083428180537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmMcV0Aa8dA/SdshayaoVPI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/FAgnpCW_7qQ/S220/IMGP5586-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmMcV0Aa8dA/SDBnbOidR8I/AAAAAAAAABg/tIBCVSs989A/s72-c/IMGP0870.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
