tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219719622024-03-07T16:48:04.763-08:00David, Emily, and the 'lil Gossett boys"...there is more true joy in walking with God through fire, than walking on beaches without him.” PiperEmily Gossetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05027714528372292567noreply@blogger.comBlogger352125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21971962.post-3343219594349589782013-06-17T12:23:00.000-07:002013-06-17T13:06:04.467-07:00Nothing More Beautiful <br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">The past couple of years, the story of Polycarp has captured me. Polycarp lived in the second century during a time of harsh persecution of Christians. Church History tells that when the police came to get Polycarp he was in a cottage, lying down in an upper room. Polycarp heard their arrival and went downstairs to meet the men. The police marveled at the uproar that a man his age could make. When the police entered the home, Polycarp ordered that something be made for them to eat. He asked them if he could have but one hour to pray before he was taken. One account says, “They gave him leave, and he stood and prayed, being so filled with the grace of God that for two hours he could not hold his peace, while they that heard were amazed, and the men repented that they had come after so venerable an old man. When he had brought to an end his prayer, in which he made mention of all, small and great, high and low, with whom he had dealings, and of the whole...church throughout the world, the time had come for him to depart.” The police put him on a donkey and led him away to Herod. Herod and his son tried to persuade him to acknowledge Caesar as Lord. With grace and kindness he said, "I do not intend to do what you advise." As they pushed him further and further and told him again and again to renounce the Lordship of Jesus and “curse the Christ” he uttered the following beautiful words: “Eighty and six years have I served him, and he hath done me no wrong; how then can I blaspheme my king who saved me?” </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">The proconsul told him that he would be thrown into the fire. He responded, </span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: center;">“Thou threatenest the fire that burns for an hour and in a little while is quenched; for thou knowest not of the fire of the judgement to come; and the fire of the eternal punishment, reserved for the ungodly. But why delayest thou? Bring what thou wilt.”</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: center;"> </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">They began to nail him to the stake, but Polycarp asked to be left as he was. He said, “He that granted me to endure the fire will grant me also to remain at the pyre unmoved, without being secured with nails.” The firemen lit the fire and “a great flame flashed forth; and we, to whom it was given to see, beheld a marvel....The fire took a shape of a vault, like a ship’s sail bellying in the wind, and it made a wall round the martyr’s body; and there was the body in the midst, like a loaf being baked or like gold and silver being tried in the furnace...and the multitude marveled at the difference between the unbelievers and the elect...”</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">As I think about Polycarp and the many others who have and are still being persecuted for their Jesus, I ponder the beauty of the Christ they see. I ponder the riches of God they know and taste. These are the riches of God that I want to savor. I want to know. I want to taste and see. It is unlikely that I will be thrown to lions or speared- but I do desire the same faith that is so alive and so real that it grew up in Polycarps heart to utter the words that he did in the face of such danger and opposition. Oh how I want it. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Wealth. Wisdom. Glory. Strength. Honor. Power. Be to God and to the Lamb that was slain. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I think of six little balloons that lifted in the air last week in honor of a 22 month old son. The mom with her face toward heaven and with tear stained cheeks watched and wept tears of painful trust as the balloon went further and further out of sight. She was at the graveside of her little boy. I can’t begin to fully understand her pain, their pain. They had just brought their son home from China where he was adopted. They heard the call of God, answered, and were devastated. But yet that heart broken mother says “God is with me, He is my strength.” I think of a couple who the husband is dying. He was given six months to live. They are living every moment for the desire of the glory of God. They are telling everyone of the God who is worthy to be trusted, worthy to be loved, worthy to be cherished. They had to turn their living room into a hospital room with necessary items for the man who is now completely confined to a special hospital bed. How can a people with such heartache rejoice in the God that is allowing this? I am reminded of the beautiful story of Ruth. God had taken everything away from her mother-in-law, Naomi- her husband, her sons, her wealth...gone. She was left with nothing. One of her daughter-in-laws, Ruth, saw her misery. She saw her pain. She had her own pain of losing her husband. And yet Ruth still wanted this God of Naomi. Ruth clung to this God whom she had seen and known to allow overwhelming sorrow for His people. Why would Ruth cling to this kind of God? Because there is nothing more beautiful than our Savior. Nothing. Not sunsets or walks on the beach. Not a lover’s kiss or a baby’s love. Nothing more beautiful than our bloody Savior. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I think of young men and children coming from darkness to light. Witnessing life change. Hearing the prayer of a sinner becoming a saint. Young men who are the first believers in their families. Out of God's abundant graces saved and adopted into the family of God. One was sitting and talking with us one evening and told us that at times he thinks of his mom in an eternity without Christ. He can’t stand the thought but knows this is truth unless she repents and turns to Christ. He told us he could’t stand to think of it. His heart is full of love and longing for his mother. He is acting his faith out. He has come from being fatherless on this earth to being the child of the most wonderful, glorious Father of all. The riches of God. Forgiveness. Love. Supernatural longing for the Lordship of Christ in others. A giving of time, affection, love, and money for the glory of God. Oh how I want it! </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I think of changing diapers too. I think of preparing meals. I think of cleaning and folding clothes. Can I do these for Him? Can I die to me and live for him in the humdrum of everyday life and the tying of my hands in which the blessed job of motherhood gives me? Oh yes, I can. We can. All that we do. With His grace. I think back on seeing a mother and a father leaving their crying kids in my arms. The parents walk out unmoved by any emotion. The kids look and see tears on my face and act puzzled. They ask why. I tell them again about the perfect love of Jesus and how He knows their tears. I tell them of a Father whose heart breaks as our does. I hold all three in my arms and in my lap and pray for them to see and know the beauty of the precious man, named Jesus. I leave that place with a hatred for Satan and his destroying ways. I leave praying and desiring that He, our Father, would come back and not tarry. Oh to be with Him. No more hurt. No more pain. Tastes of the richness of God. He is coming. But I don't want to go by myself, I want to take as many with us as He wills. There are many who need Him. I pray we would care more about the lost and the hurting, then about our riches. More about His house than about our house. More about their hearts than about our curtains. May we, may I, sacrifice all He asks for the kingdom of the Son in which I say I love. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">CS Lewis once wrote, "We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant chid who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased." God, may I nor the people you have given me to love be this ignorant child.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">There truly are great riches in God. I know only some. I fail more often than I soar. If I focus on the failures-they are so great-I would become quickly depressed. I tell my own eyes to look upon the cross, to the author and perfector of my faith. Oh how I want to know more and know deeper of my King. I want Him to become so real, so precious that with Polycarp I will say, “ how then can i blaspheme my king who saved me....” in the face of any trial, any situation, any humdrum day...changing diapers or being killed by a dagger- may we become a people truly so occupied with the glory and presence of God that people look on to our Savior in wonder. I’m not there, but I long to be. </span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">1 Thessalonians 5:22-23, "May God Himself, the God of peace, sanctify you through and through. May your whole spirit, soul, and body be kept blameless at the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ. The one who calls you is faithful and <b>he will do it. </b>Brothers, pray for us." </span></div>
Emily Gossetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05027714528372292567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21971962.post-36355892516238038522013-06-01T21:28:00.000-07:002013-06-02T06:50:35.967-07:00Beautiful Joy! <br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Psalm 42. “As a deer pants for flowing streams, so pants my soul for you, O God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before God?” In 2011, I was able to smell the refreshing and crisp air of the Dan River, where this psalm is thought to have been composed. It was like a small glimpse of heaven. The freshness and vibrance of the air and the beautiful sound of the waters was pure and wonderful. The contrast of this little haven with the busyness, clamor, noise, and interesting smells of the city was beautiful. I have felt great comfort and peace within my heart from this psalm. My faith and trust have grown deeper, my love for my Savior more tried and true. Although the chapter ends with no heard response from his God, it’s like you can hear the heart of the one who writes. A heart of trust in the One his soul loves, A heart whose steadfastness is set on the One who holds him together, A heart whose love is swelling with hope as he longs for the One who truly satisfies him. The psalmist’s words have resonated with me during this season in my life. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">It has been a season of great joy and a season of dry heartache. About the dryness, I trust in the Words of my King and say to my own soul, “Hope in God.” And I rest. I will behold. And when I do, the waiting will be all the more sweeter. He brings me quietness with His perfect love. Now, on to the JOYS....</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">We have been given the most precious gift of our first daughter, </span><span style="font-family: 'Arial Unicode MS'; letter-spacing: 0px;">Anna Cate Gossett</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">! She was born January 11, 2013 at 4:39 am, weighing 6lb. 3 oz. We have absolutely fallen in love! She is a pure delight! Here is her story....well at least some bits and pieces of it.....</span></div>
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<span style="text-align: center;"> David made me take a pregnancy test....this was my true first reaction when I saw it....</span><br />
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After a really long time of the first face...I gradually progressed to this face....</div>
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Then came this phase.....</div>
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Then this beautiful little first glimpse of our little girl! </div>
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Then we did everything to get her out....hot spicy mexican from the taco bus...and more spicy mexican for dinner.....oh yes we did....and I was sick all night...nice. </div>
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My sweet family came in and my sisters tried to help.....but nothing.....</div>
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We all waited.....</div>
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And we loved the waiting....</div>
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Then we had to say good-bye to our North Carolina crew...</div>
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Then when it was the perfect time for the most precious little girl...God gave us beautiful </div>
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Anna Cate Gossett</div>
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What a most wonderfully pure and lovely gift. We are so thankful. </div>
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Anna Cate's delivery was beautiful. Jesus's presence and love was so very sweet. The remembrance of it brings a smile and an increasing trust in my Savior. </div>
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We are so thankful for our family and friends and for all of their love, encouragement, and help! There were so many people who came up to the hospital, who helped us with meals, and who blessed us with gifts for this sweet little addition. We are so thankful for each of you! </div>
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My wonderful mom stayed and helped me for the first week. She is amazing. Again, so thankful.<br />
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Emily Gossetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05027714528372292567noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21971962.post-41494008064932814352012-11-17T15:48:00.001-08:002012-11-17T15:48:57.354-08:00What are we truly doing? "The devil does not care how many hospitals we build, any more than he cares how many schools and colleges we put up, if only he can pull our ideas down, and sidetrack us on to anything of any sort except the living of holy, loving, humble lives, and the bringing of men, women, and children to know our Lord Jesus not only as Savior but as Sovereign Lord." Amy Carmichael <br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Emily Gossetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05027714528372292567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21971962.post-69615411542103965502012-08-25T22:10:00.001-07:002012-08-25T22:13:33.814-07:00He carries us I love the voice of my God. It is so sweet. It gives hope and faith to my tired soul. Deuteronomy 1:29-31, "Then I said to you, 'Do not be in dread or afraid of them. The Lord your God who goes before you will himself fight for you, just as He did for you in Egypt before your eyes, and in the wilderness where you have seen how the Lord your God carried you, as a man carries his son, all the way that you went until you came to this place.'"<br /><br /><br />There's been a lot going on around here. Some wonderful and others a terrible reminder of the wickedness of sinful man. Areas of confusion, spiritual attack, time of testing...and then times of great rejoicing and overwhelming thankfulness. No matter what is going on, our God is faithful. Sometimes I have had to tell myself that over and over until I could believe it deeper. 'I believe, help me overcome my unbelief.' Our God carries us. All the way until you come to "this place". Whatever it may hold, wherever it is- it will be good. But so is this- I am being carried. Lord, don't stop until you finish this work in me. I don't ask for deliverance, but to see your glory,your face more visible, to feel your presence sweeter, and to be more given and more used by you. Don't stop until you have done what you desire. I don't want the easy way. I want you. Only you. Oh that my life would show that all I have is you! Make it be! I can't fight this, but you can. I can stand strong on your Word. You are faithful. Faithful to your name. Faithful to your word. Continue to empty me. Teach me. I don't know what to do, but keep my eyes upon you. Rejoice, my soul, you are found in Him. My rescuer. My prince. My beloved. Come Lord. 'As a deer pants for flowing streams, so pants my soul for you, O God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before God?' Oh, that I may see you. <br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br /><br />Emily Gossetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05027714528372292567noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21971962.post-5034341013130255502012-05-07T22:07:00.002-07:002012-05-07T22:16:26.285-07:00With a heart full of JOY...<br />
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<span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; letter-spacing: 0px;">This past November David sat the boys and I down before dinner. He told us it was time to just say “yes” and obey. It was time for us to take the next steps in faith and start the ADOPTION process!! As I write my eyes are full of tears. We have longed for this child with great joy! </span></div>
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<span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; letter-spacing: 0px;">Over the last several years we have been praying and seeking the Lord specifically in regards to a son or a daughter through the means of adoption. In a spirit of prayer we have sought the Lord through His Word, and now with a heart full of joy we are trusting His leading. He is a prayer-answering God who delights our hearts with the sweetest touches of who He truly is. We trust Him to meet every need and to provide all the wisdom, strength, and patience that will be so important to us as we go forward. We trust that from Him we truly will receive <i>all</i> that we need. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7f6000; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">At the center of our desire and motivation to adopt is the preciousness of the gospel of Jesus Christ. Nothing more. Nothing less. It’s about Him. Not us. Ultimately, not even about him or her. It’s about our God’s heart. It’s about my Father’s kingdom. At the very center, it’s not about children, it’s not about orphans, it’s not about the poor. It’s about my God. It’s about the Gospel. It’s about God’s Glory, God’s LOVE, God’s gracious rescuing, His redemption, His grace, His never-ending patience, His ever-increasing preciousness in our hearts. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7f6000; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"> It's about our deepest desire to be completely "spent" for the Gospel. I just want to be able to look in my Savior's face and know that my life echoes His. That I can truly say, "My life for the Gospel." Aren't those precious words, "My life for the Gospel"? <i>My life for the Gospel</i>. How I long for it. Deeper. Deeper. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7f6000; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">With our entire being we desire to keep our eyes on Him- not the child, not the process, not the paperwork, not everything that we need to do...we want our eyes simply to be forever set on Him. Several weeks ago I could tell that I was beginning to forsake Him. I was busy doing the things “needed”- good things, things to get our child here with us quicker. But I found myself doing everything except sitting at His feet, my favorite place to be. I was so pre-occupied with what needed to be done that I was simply forgetting Him. Just call me Martha. As I sought His forgiveness, it was and is such a sweet reminder to me that I must not want anything else or anyone else more than I desire Him. I must not. It also reminded me that my deepest longing is to simply, continually, and habitually be aware of Him- delighting in Him, in His presence, in each moment that I have breath. And <i>when</i> I fail, I must turn my eyes straight back to His face and without hesitation confess to Him my fault. I must acknowledge to Him that I can never do anything differently unless His grace permits me. And then I must fully receive His sweet presence again. Sweet, sweet confession. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7f6000;">We have been accepted to work with Lifeline Children's Services out of Birmingham, AL. We are thrilled with this agency. It is gospel centered and soaked in prayer. They have already been such a blessing. We plan to be in the home study process until late summer. Then we will be able to move forward to the next step of bringing our little one HOME. </span> </div>
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Nick, Nick, and Carlos. One of these young guys grew up in our church but was never faithful, never saved. The other grew up Catholic. God saved them both this past February 5th! Hallelujah! All three are getting baptized this week, along with two others. We have such a good, good God! What this picture represents brings so much JOY to our hearts. Pure, crazy JOY. Eyes full of tears JOY. SHOUTS OF PRAISE JOY. Heart aches of JOY. Smiles and smiles JOY. UNrestrainable JOY. May we become increasingly aware that we will not always have breath on this earth. We are but a vapor. May we set aside the distractions and glitters of this world and pursue Him wholeheartedly. Our eyes upon our Master, our hearts in a awe of our Savior. Let it be.</div>
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With Trip Lee.....thought I'd throw this one in just for fun! Trip Lee, Lecrae.....they have been great blessings. We are thankful. </div>Emily Gossetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05027714528372292567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21971962.post-22053235373962985562012-04-17T12:12:00.002-07:002012-04-30T20:18:03.051-07:00Lil boys....Just wondering if I can slow up time and enjoy these times of lil boys longer......<br />
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- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhoneEmily Gossetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05027714528372292567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21971962.post-89190162588769644462012-04-14T17:20:00.054-07:002012-04-19T20:19:25.573-07:00Farm day!<center>Friends of ours own this farm where they have a therapeutic riding center, Open Gait, for children with special needs. The beauty of the land, the horses, the ministry, the hearts of the workers- it points you to the Master Creator and the Master Lover- it is just captivating. Some of us moms with young sons enjoyed helping out around the farm last weekend. We shoveled manure, cleaned horse stalls, planted flowers, groomed horses, shined saddles...we had such a great time! Our friends who run this ministry are such a sweet blessing. Their kind and generous heart is so evident. </center><br />
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The lil boys and their mommy's! Such sweet friendships!Emily Gossetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05027714528372292567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21971962.post-66856686427278814282012-04-06T20:13:00.001-07:002012-04-06T20:13:01.197-07:00Welcome...Slimy, Standy, and Swimmy!!
John David's African dwarf frogs! <br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/04/06/3155.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/04/06/s_3155.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /> <br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/04/06/3156.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/04/06/s_3156.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/04/06/3157.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/04/06/s_3157.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />
<br />Emily Gossetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05027714528372292567noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21971962.post-77822688690421978412012-04-03T18:07:00.002-07:002012-04-05T18:07:36.141-07:00And a little bit of...Roll tide!<br />
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- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhoneEmily Gossetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05027714528372292567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21971962.post-10429324071466159082012-03-19T20:24:00.002-07:002012-03-21T21:21:09.710-07:00He will have pity on me"Rather, hold yourself in prayer before God like a dumb or paralytic beggar at a rich man's gate." -Brother Lawrence<div><br /></div><div> - Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br /></div>Emily Gossetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05027714528372292567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21971962.post-17425590184957955932012-03-19T09:00:00.003-07:002012-03-21T21:23:14.997-07:00Sweet Graham<center><a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/03/19/1259.jpg"><img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/03/19/s_1259.jpg" border="0" width="400" height="400" style="margin:5px" /></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/03/19/1260.jpg"><img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/03/19/s_1260.jpg" border="0" width="400" height="400" style="margin:5px" /></a></center><br />Had a conversation yesterday with a lady about the joy of investing your lives into children. As we talked our house was full of them... about 16 this week (some being less children and more 'almost men' now.) I was so encouraged by this lady's heart- she was chasing a baby around and had one on the way. We talked about the joy and difficulties of trusting Jesus. We talked about the Gospel. About the Holy Spirit. We talked about transformation. We talked about love and spiritual family. We talked a lot about children. Jesus' arms were open. I want mine to be too.Emily Gossetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05027714528372292567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21971962.post-55234440926096088942012-03-15T08:16:00.002-07:002012-03-15T08:21:18.359-07:00http://www.hislittlefeet.org/Store.html<div>We love this ministry and their music. We have their latest CD and the boys and I love to sing along. Right now John David is writing today's scripture and singing along as the songs are blaring on my computer....every once in a while I will look over and watch him sing and write....he giggles and then looks back down at his paper. The little boys are dancing, eating cheerios, and climbing on beds, under beds, and giving "gifts" to each other:-) The proceeds for the CDs go to support the ministry. I was able to see these kids this weekend and the way they worshipped so sincerely and freely was such a blessing. It was so obvious that many of these kids knew Jesus personally and intimately. They knew who they were singing to. </div><div><br /></div><div>Here's the link:</div><div><br /></div><div>http://www.hislittlefeet.org/Store.html</div>Emily Gossetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05027714528372292567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21971962.post-35593727287256744262012-03-09T10:20:00.001-08:002012-03-09T10:20:48.100-08:00A lil helper, a whole lot of musclesI love Aldi. I had four very big helpers. Huddy was stuck on the milk for a while....<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/03/09/1416.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/03/09/s_1416.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/03/09/1417.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/03/09/s_1417.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />
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Maybe the Lord will allow me to share about this blonde- haired little helper and his family sometime- they have become precious to us. We love the times we have with him and his sister. The gospel can be displayed anywhere. Sharing life. Serving one another. Love. We love little Tony and Madi. And God loves them even more. "For God so loved the world that He gave...."
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The weather was absolutely beautiful today! I love the seasons and the new giggles it brings along with them! Btw- that is a Denver Broncos' Tebow jersey...not auburn...don't worry. <br />
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I love the way they love each other! (most of the time at least:-)) You can see their little personalities in this pic- love it.<br />
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J is such a joy. He is growing to be such a good follower of a few and at the same time such a good, good leader....<br />
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<br />Emily Gossetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05027714528372292567noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21971962.post-8774220727209945382012-02-12T13:50:00.031-08:002012-03-01T17:57:16.199-08:00The Exodus- Egypt and Jordan, Week 1<div>I am attempting to put up some pictures from our trip this past November. I wish in some way I could stir in your heart the affections for Christ through these pictures and writings in a similar way that my heart was stirred during this trip. I know that will not be the case, but I trust that our Lord can work through a computer screen too, that He can work and stir through the hands of a girl who is typing away at her computer tonight. I trust that. I trust in His strong and steadfast love for His people. I trust in the steadfast joy of My Savior- that IN Him there IS truly treasures forevermore. I long for Him. More. Deeper. What pure JOY!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilrJEUBvankAubvhnK84sl0H8ufrgZDPt2PftL31lnUCbTMVoz2BEYswPNaRb1E2jZeERFeLTyqAU2YDcxDBI0RLLGpTN0dRSnr_KS4ZTfNzMOmVz1ewc8zxwKzqSnJ_nF2JQV/s400/DSC00236.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710700677922279682" />The first day we were staying in Cairo and visited the Pyramids. I was excited, but really wanted to get on to the "good stuff"- to get on to the Bible, Biblical places, to walk where Jesus walked- but then our guide made me realize that because of the time period of which the pyramids were made and their enormous size most likely Jesus would have seen the pyramids. This was the first time I had imagined my eyes seeing what my Savior's eyes would have seen while on this earth. Pretty amazing thought.<br /><div><br /></div><div><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb9cnlqR9pZGEb5Qh34fumURgV-Zl6dGWl6hAQNSaP_6FFKS95Ar05CVTdpdkPrLkX1jV37NaDsq8JxZ0RjYCWc28joHEzn_ETyaA70jkucQoJ7wPr2gPrSp-e2J5sNmk-FgMy/s400/DSC00293.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710700391693132562" /><br /></div><div>You may can get a better idea of how big they are from this picture. When we got off the bus, people would sworm all around us, putting these headscarves on us.</div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjbudp8uxqz-FbqOVwbF0bcuI_ENcIx61KcKjDapjZlmEWd_JIWAzRIsngyXg5OiFtv7b_kAwuIvy0KNpB09R2PwI2M6mUqdX_3nKKJJgxNYvR5_J2u4vlZ2b8OAnMm7c2lCB6/s400/DSC00314.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710700375841257122" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivHce9JfFiOG0avQ42mNGVgmTV-uBnL14yDwgo0exoprXAL21sSI8uH6azOp-5mPrinq-eDCVxECIXJygQca1uGLSLxZN9dM_oSwNDUB5-7Y31vFD3I3mojMBMLVVwfJbC-AMU/s400/DSC00328.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710700363306082482" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzEmZihyphenhyphenluKIG3VlqcPoddpgilru8d6RCeOYsPtpeiKwOu0nYHma8rw85gU_fPz7Xb51CGQuMohsx6P2zbpofjbYYafVFq9uZZDzIS1b3fRLcCSfED924a9IHNzYyyqEiiL1bR/s400/DSC00351.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710700361530724834" /><br /></div><div>Children were rampant with goods they were trying to sell. This was a precious young guy who stuck by my side for a while. His demeanor was different than the rest. I enjoyed attempting to talk with him and loving on him for the short little time we had. I pray that He would see the preciousness of Christ. Throughout the trip I was sweetly reminded that there are kids in need of Jesus everywhere, in need of moms and dads, mentors, disciples that would show and teach them the love and truth of Jesus Christ. We have that honor and privilege- wherever we are.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGak6MOtd2oAuUOIHxJj3kCLZxNfwxmhWFA5rwTCc3knGu1aO3M6RG993f2GUorM6i6ojq4HR0RZ62fBtyM1pdQzMqmLv3dm2_WFDxqOyWgptvWfsxWWqzMOFK4UdTF3W1z0ws/s400/DSC00558.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710709560252620322" /><br /></div><div>This is in the area of Marah, the first recorded encampment of the Isrealites after the crossing of the Red Sea. The Isrealites had been traveling for days without finding water and came upon this area with a water supply, but couldn't drink because the water was bitter. The Lord graciously and miraculously provided for His people here in this area, despite their grumbling.</div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;">Then Moses led Israel from the Red Sea</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;">and they went into the Desert of Shur.</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;">For three days they traveled in the desert without finding water.</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;">When they came to Marah, they could not drink</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;">its water because it was bitter. (That is why the place is called Marah.)</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;">So the people grumbled against Moses, saying,</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;">"What are we to drink?"</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;">Then Moses cried out to the LORD,</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;">and the LORD showed him a piece of wood.</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;">He threw it into the water, and the water became sweet.</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;">There the LORD made a decree and a law for them,</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;">and there he tested them.</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;">He said, "If you listen carefully to the voice of the LORD</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;">your God and do what is right in his eyes,</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;">if you pay attention to his commands and keep all his decrees,</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;">I will not bring on you any of the diseases</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;">I brought on the Egyptians, for I am the LORD, who heals you."</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;">Ex 15:22-26</span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA3BEaF0lOSJSvUX0tpaKSKhG8Qr-qdv4Vnf9yUqifWTNpOlxFP5arTfrxU948Flx8Q9-pGOndA0WEaFfmGahaN9ownGn2lEFnRuC8MhCvUdWPEFkyh4zSmy3u24VkrzOH6fXL/s400/DSC00537.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710699831073909474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " />This was the first time we all stopped together and read the Scripture a loud (still in Marah). God's Spirit was felt and cherished here, as God told us through His Word what happened here in this place. I couldn't believe that I was seeing, feeling, smelling, touching the land that God was telling us about as the Holy Scriptures were being read.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2igC0NP4RLKApggOSgVJzFHrfZ88eo7W9MvgBuYeQKdYfQYcS5rQ5aPtySnxAGfIJFBeBWxsZfjbykazwhq0NwoLxImAdsJaoSqMhMbpHs6iRmoxLlwCvCWUJXP5F-nprMqaz/s400/DSC00538.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710684114612398322" /><br /></div><div>It was such an honor to have our guide Osmond lead us. His love for Jesus and knowledge of the Word was evident and life giving.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigtDPpPHrceVi0hpQ_LM_v1iCxZrfYtbOnlobXA9fDPHEG0YCLEGyUpAiYR7qpK7rczMexiYfknUU2s5lf4FU7Jji6Y5-8hPIuJKnOhLzI-o0XE4HZLohDMmZfiz_GAon787bc/s400/DSC00523.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710699842173225394" /><br /></div><div>This is a well also located in the area of Marah. With the Scripture from Exodus, I also imagine the Samaritan woman talking with Jesus in John 4. I am sweetly reminded of Jesus response to His disciples while at a well like this one, "I have food to eat that you know nothing about...my food is to do the will of him who sent me and to finish his work. Do you not say, 'Four months more and then the harvest?' I tell you, <i>open your eyes and look at the fields! They are ripe</i> <i>for harvest</i>." Jesus loves <i>people</i>. The harvest is people. The harvest is a woman at a well. The harvest is a young boy down the street. The harvest is a little girl without a mom. The harvest is people. Not a program or a statistic, but people. One by one. Relationships. LOVE. Bitter to sweet. How glad I am that He still does this miracle today. Bitter to sweet. Continue, Jesus. Bitter to sweet.</div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAvtVa6dVL6vhZMALrQ3lM15RRXtdDuCfiCWF6vdVqsRjM9I8w9cjS-sOu7v3p_nEiw2CVlm54fkuT5zk28_G38XVF0tBgMo03kmBDDwMc3d1Bt_9ptwTOwctw_EM4XdIan5l8/s400/DSC00551.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710684099098522658" /><br /></div><div>Mama and I still in the area of Marah. You can see the Suez Canal behind us if you look closely.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp_5ELAkAdL9ao7wvma4_q6hUmEn9VguMUYejeXdmbw_b6liZP9vEqlKRXR0v8-GTwaGXBgnM28QJSg9uEsvp6Uu3gCAsKlQ1KvHyG_rn7jtuJrF4JRJUnUfbhb34z3H-9bW5J/s400/DSC00585.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710684090798236722" /><br /></div><div>This is the traditional location of Elim, where there were 70 palm trees (Exodus 15:26). Our guide said that there is always 70 palm trees in this area- one would die and another would grow in its place.</div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivQ4xprgwNUbaQyqVct7L5jF-qSC8yztpsa2dtpZ3zr_lNXgzN107Q5r6Oy_5F-FJQ_P9KW5fEBFouMxs4aJQ0l193oh9Jq9X1XVcnarb2wsEbKYQcN8mE736djqgano3-zmua/s400/DSC00623.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710681967187196514" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">RED SEA. This picture brings such a smile.</div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQXEv4SxhHW4Fuh2Xs54L-VW26wJGdv6kJciaH5-qHv7F71Cvl1_A61tFlsMWU8Yb02inInaCDDxytFGsqE6WQKj4n4eLrl3h3Fm6X0Au_YopLwWtXqwLqgfgeMU8eSv911k4R/s400/DSC00636.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710681929937821074" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I wonder just how many people did this very thing that day....</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-y_db0qcUBe2Q-iRnRLacIysY-46ZafKQ2Ll9vJtT56f5pbqFrh45-dKLuRb1PqktGMybnjMABADcSr356bEcj4kRfXbyUHfnd2m6X0LELDpfx7-sdbvlL_5ie8CJtazWKBuH/s400/DSC00674.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710681924577522562" />This is another group of young boys that we were able to talk with. They lived across the street from the Red Sea and were walking by the shore when they started to talk with us. They asked me why I was there and with a heart full of Joy I was able to tell these young boys about my God. About my Jesus. About my Rescuer. It was such pure joy. They didn't like the name of Jesus, but they heard it. They heard the truth about WHO He is. And they saw and, I trust, FELT the heart of a girl who loved that Name, who cherished that Name, and who knew that Name. Seeds scattered....</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpQRSN8kR-rWc3ql2UUri3GZX9oYXwSevFB-k39SvC5klYEhzqguzr3bXQBjzurMRaQUcHjGS1jwhsp8UXg1SiulTKnmvL-oBqTj8rn1BLCDxuhs4UFNSLhZNBy2Bo3SAMq_U4/s400/DSC00689.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710681454496884018" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is one of my favorite pictures of all. (above)</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrSxVYxNtndDFqWJ5CeHQyAknCdWsiXLfe7GxMW6WJJ9ZFFwfJb-1SLMwY7mi5lzAoo4GzQdGFSVXdiLOqWJCSZ0wAkjQVs7Czv2N3olNPemboklfUrH5P_dy7YBPUOSGEvIcr/s400/DSC00731.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710681447053791938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW8xQ7j_QCUS0Kdl6auhG_5Sa7G26JZS3LmlRMCYXtmmm5sm_YQrEArbdeJNpy_8dqOLqI4MdMZynIjDerYZb-h8vqQPSvzjHUrXDTHOcG-nliMVfiUZ736Bm895262ncO-bkN/s400/DSC00807.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710679267598079250" /><div style="text-align: center;">Rephidim </div></div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;">The Amalekites came and attacked the Israelites at Rephidim.</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;">Moses said to Joshua, "Choose some of our men</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;">and go out to fight the Amalekites.</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;">Tomorrow I will stand on top of the hill</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;">with the staff of God in my hands."</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"><table id="table_bible" class="table_bible" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" style="text-align: center; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:16px;"><tbody><tr id="Exd_17_10_67010"><td class="td_bible_text" valign="top" style="padding-top: 8px; padding-right: 13px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 8px; font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"> So Joshua fought the Amalekites as Moses had ordered,<br /><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span> and Moses, Aaron and Hur went to the top of the hill.</span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;">As long as Moses held up his hands, the Israelites were winning,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;">but whenever he lowered his hands, the Amalekites were winning.</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span">When Moses' hands grew tired, they took a stone and</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span">put it under him and he sat on it. Aaron and Hur held his hands up--</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span">one on one side, one on the other--so that his hands</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span">remained steady till sunset.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span">So Joshua overcame the Amalekite army with the sword.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;">Then the LORD said to Moses, "Write this on a scroll as something</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;">to be remembered and make sure that Joshua hears it,</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;">because I will completely blot out the</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;">memory of Amalek from under heaven."</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;">Moses built an altar and called it The LORD is my Banner.</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;">He said, "For hands were lifted up to the throne of the LORD...</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;">Exodus 17:8-16<br /></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5d8o2NIzZTYVe8nIvf0k_YRqujNd-00-mvizfFVIVB7g1H7RIxVXBXx6JsxNO6t52B63_I3qekI_aafP7yeGEiIObEK1gB_zwQveuFnYLyCy1NYdPi9806Wiy27-Mi5OrtXm3/s1600/DSC00773.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5d8o2NIzZTYVe8nIvf0k_YRqujNd-00-mvizfFVIVB7g1H7RIxVXBXx6JsxNO6t52B63_I3qekI_aafP7yeGEiIObEK1gB_zwQveuFnYLyCy1NYdPi9806Wiy27-Mi5OrtXm3/s400/DSC00773.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710727767837016706" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Osmond and Daddy</div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnLxJBA6XJjvbkTR5q-N7kNsJho-2jR9INy9CvS9kt-J5RdUnKLiyaxeOZWK__3EIo5dohk6xkIFBKkB2dvaohKoMe-c1kcb-zX_yfE4MaJc1dA2ykPO6XXE5NDMWPhOtYOrLp/s1600/DSC00780.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnLxJBA6XJjvbkTR5q-N7kNsJho-2jR9INy9CvS9kt-J5RdUnKLiyaxeOZWK__3EIo5dohk6xkIFBKkB2dvaohKoMe-c1kcb-zX_yfE4MaJc1dA2ykPO6XXE5NDMWPhOtYOrLp/s400/DSC00780.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710680234891774594" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTJKnzw26mApVfaXgofG9Y_ZtEBZAaqArkUtdzYi_bm9uBSZFIzZfxYHAQg_g11V-1FCdYqyZhD9qQCQ0J2awKVYSZD6nfXstOy-v4lUQtYEfkTWqatin2RVbFpbhzrsdAluHD/s1600/DSC00787.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTJKnzw26mApVfaXgofG9Y_ZtEBZAaqArkUtdzYi_bm9uBSZFIzZfxYHAQg_g11V-1FCdYqyZhD9qQCQ0J2awKVYSZD6nfXstOy-v4lUQtYEfkTWqatin2RVbFpbhzrsdAluHD/s400/DSC00787.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710679318522844402" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim4Eh2GKjFI7nd8R24JiZc6F7Bfq0JSlUCN-D9jKz96RugJ_bUpjqjTw0kb2vl-TCB9DFecjfysuzrVCExbKNAQeo8mJoEr1-rWHpEellSq8zhQ703mQAwxqwbRBzXHm1rAYkX/s1600/DSC00802.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim4Eh2GKjFI7nd8R24JiZc6F7Bfq0JSlUCN-D9jKz96RugJ_bUpjqjTw0kb2vl-TCB9DFecjfysuzrVCExbKNAQeo8mJoEr1-rWHpEellSq8zhQ703mQAwxqwbRBzXHm1rAYkX/s400/DSC00802.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710679305383573170" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">A beautiful beduin 'princess'. Rephidim was one of my favorite stops. We read the Scripture in Exodus 17 and then lifted up our hands together as we sang praises to our King Jesus! This little beduin girl and a couple of boys came out from somewhere there in the miles and miles of desert land. This little girl was enjoying our praises and lingered with our group for a while. I knew I couldn't leave without in some tangible way attempting to express Christ's love to this little girl. I tied my scarf around her neck and whispered in her ear the name of "Jesus" I just kept saying His name over and over again to her "Jesus" "Jesus" "Jesus"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Our guide, Osmond, was such a Godly man. I am reminded of God's Word</div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;">"'When you reap the harvest of your land, <span class="criteria">do</span> <span class="criteria">not</span> reap to the very edges of your field or <span class="criteria">gather</span> the gleanings of your harvest. Leave them for the poor and the alien. I am the LORD your God.'"</span> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Osmond was a great physical example of the outplaying of this verse in this land. I can't help but to picture Boaz and his mercy and kindness to Ruth.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV2jlMisSaNhyphenhyphensxMl8lSGwqYTAAgw6Drq3Omi3IOn7grWWzrm4hAh7oHycQNjGIezq2yEfs8WyQ4vG6zRYB_W9U3TEeFvScNk_FOIDrhJrfugqnzH9ddpkRN68oTMxrO0ZF-dc/s1600/DSC00804.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV2jlMisSaNhyphenhyphensxMl8lSGwqYTAAgw6Drq3Omi3IOn7grWWzrm4hAh7oHycQNjGIezq2yEfs8WyQ4vG6zRYB_W9U3TEeFvScNk_FOIDrhJrfugqnzH9ddpkRN68oTMxrO0ZF-dc/s400/DSC00804.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710679299329045330" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Precious little girl</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhByZlgLCfSzqf4p9jkFDNi8lel1iqWT1YM_DrxdjfckcOqtn3WCKA49uhkFhHLtJuzQvoRsoh8vFQ1XzcVy27zhrshJ1eGKUQuL7aHZawrjfYOCpqRWa6ct2NfXRUdKJ5RdDQP/s1600/DSC00913.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhByZlgLCfSzqf4p9jkFDNi8lel1iqWT1YM_DrxdjfckcOqtn3WCKA49uhkFhHLtJuzQvoRsoh8vFQ1XzcVy27zhrshJ1eGKUQuL7aHZawrjfYOCpqRWa6ct2NfXRUdKJ5RdDQP/s400/DSC00913.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710676995045745618" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This was an amazing night. We left the hotel at about midnight and hiked up to the peak of Mt. Sinai. We rode camels half way up the mountain for the ascension. I will never forget the beauty of that night. I had never seen stars like that. I have never conversed with my Lord just like that. I have never enjoyed His presence in that exact same way. No one could see you, no one could really hear you, it was like it was just me and my Lord. It was one of the sweetest nights I have ever had. It was incredible. Over and over again I am reminded of God wooing my heart deeper, more steadfast to Himself during this trip. Over and over did He Romance me. Over and Over He did it. This was one of those sweet times of a presence of Jesus that was so real, so sweet, and so intimate that all I could do was feel my heart groan within me. I will never forget riding up that mountain on a camel. With a huge smile on my face, tears down my cheeks, and an awareness of His presence like never before I gazed upon the stars like I was looking right into His face. His beautiful, beautiful face. I just wonder, just wonder what the pure joy and delight of heaven will be like. One day. One day. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Until then, we must work while it is still day. </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9nQGB1P5PrQZr4B15QfEWoitXDlGnA9qO_PmDgIQrsUD3imz6SJP_OhPmyaED6ehaVJL53uxs_otqOJDc25Zb2j_YiQTRVcucaVwfE0W1PQ8e3uXyo4Ac01h2uHVcsxy6V4rK/s1600/DSC00933.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9nQGB1P5PrQZr4B15QfEWoitXDlGnA9qO_PmDgIQrsUD3imz6SJP_OhPmyaED6ehaVJL53uxs_otqOJDc25Zb2j_YiQTRVcucaVwfE0W1PQ8e3uXyo4Ac01h2uHVcsxy6V4rK/s400/DSC00933.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710676983862569922" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">We arrived at the top about 5 am. These pictures were taken from the peak of the Mountain as the sun was rising. </div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF20vDeC83Kzl9IWAX8d8KnqfFKqD78u8ntSrQs8dJZS4wBsVh-whJNaN7D9Tyz3t1BqrwLci9gU50lILw0lr5RpKV3LP2dEd1vZ6fXWSG-qmdM7hVQw0vKr7pYULgvGaQ5XHC/s400/DSC00969.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708385663302817378" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrQQJcfO-9nzUlpln_w-D-ybFgaTJ2fKozf7StUTqfNeDkIDgbbygLktXAG6OIXztJRyeV2ASX3QC-HcrG0RLYQMXcu63YUWk3eT6mlZkozaflK15RlXoPWuyYEC-LT3XIHCdj/s400/DSC00986.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708385656363603986" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvKIPziR94oNCM2l7ViHdxivPa9Z3FeyCq4GWMo6-HZ_CV_7JFYuZI5GpcoMa0KYgp1YGhmfoIkUg3FkhEdOlJdEpz4FK4i7TEwPAhXckY51TQAIkU6a21X_zbGtxd_RkI9g-K/s400/DSC00990.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708385644216889810" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimhER_nEn26jH4qnJl6MWP5Pe5LRbMZVHRWquU6IxyWEKnUfdoe1u6CBc79C1YAwlHarwY598OHj93KwnyiKkyzZ9VnEoQB8Ark5fJEMs7PrwCotr4I0n7WbVwXZSp5TIVmLDS/s400/DSC01004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708385626486739730" /><div style="text-align: center;">Pops at the top of Mt. Sinai.</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2PnQkmcbB_0xESYeNuklZpS6vUfOyqdErbyt8P-HSIlx41xJOxC-47lR7mLOJ2rKkCFB8O2ukObJy58jvyNhrKcp6BRkCf43EHM_4579HmxW2Y1rXWlPSiJiVByntqXAMCMvi/s400/DSC01007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708384530697771042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtmMPE3a0yQGp4YK3Rmebdav4197NcPZK1G54qUd55MTFh7rip-VUQOmbCjCtq0wW1ZmNaw5w2bvEw5P4Fbaak-NtHmmQ8RN4g9UGqBXNZSBYJoTdhIJbQHMlcqHgWGmzfHyVy/s400/DSC01006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708385621123579474" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjypmir-OAvRLonRMljVwYWJP6Fntd7NCYOSwaUxbGxx6yWxMaSgSjKt9tuI-QfPwahQTxS_aFjjozw78zkwVJXPUzyLD1PM4Zw_Uc4w6yWznbPMHaVeMDOGKk9Af3SUjkOnrRe/s1600/DSC00935.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjypmir-OAvRLonRMljVwYWJP6Fntd7NCYOSwaUxbGxx6yWxMaSgSjKt9tuI-QfPwahQTxS_aFjjozw78zkwVJXPUzyLD1PM4Zw_Uc4w6yWznbPMHaVeMDOGKk9Af3SUjkOnrRe/s400/DSC00935.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710676978815415650" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">As the sun was rising higher, the Sinai Mountains looked red. It was beautiful. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcOPW3bRlUxCGpHTT_1gTA1xjZnCE82ZiqA_HfPuCVH81jyakOa5mZwHvbk9tEAPkJwSHoxKNP-dfukHihGG6TfiFXb0qvoMHnRL91PEpwRl8Rf1QRncdI43uuOqjg5eHmGhwC/s1600/DSC01040.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcOPW3bRlUxCGpHTT_1gTA1xjZnCE82ZiqA_HfPuCVH81jyakOa5mZwHvbk9tEAPkJwSHoxKNP-dfukHihGG6TfiFXb0qvoMHnRL91PEpwRl8Rf1QRncdI43uuOqjg5eHmGhwC/s400/DSC01040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708384518518906658" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilWlZG_HWHdUGFwwmWiIAe1QBChc-2QGK0NrJQqDSsvdu0Ko4eSqZAapaOn5CTwm0ulilNaduLkVkeFvbooL900CupKpy3F9k5PWBOaB0cynkmyuMgLAV4JTOiZ1_R1XJfus9_/s1600/DSC01055.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilWlZG_HWHdUGFwwmWiIAe1QBChc-2QGK0NrJQqDSsvdu0Ko4eSqZAapaOn5CTwm0ulilNaduLkVkeFvbooL900CupKpy3F9k5PWBOaB0cynkmyuMgLAV4JTOiZ1_R1XJfus9_/s400/DSC01055.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708384509705507474" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">i like this camel pic</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_C1ocgokaohvuN8navAt0BY8lheFlfRIkulDXilnoakXbJyk_9seD-ZCzu03k9eOWLt1BNxYsdGt9qDwnldnyhMpdxHPV9JCb42JngZGaLSkqQeE0e1el9LeXL5BlNygF3oO4/s1600/DSC01062.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_C1ocgokaohvuN8navAt0BY8lheFlfRIkulDXilnoakXbJyk_9seD-ZCzu03k9eOWLt1BNxYsdGt9qDwnldnyhMpdxHPV9JCb42JngZGaLSkqQeE0e1el9LeXL5BlNygF3oO4/s400/DSC01062.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708384050224493906" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Back to the hotel in the morning! Some of us got a little beat up, but we did all return! </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil-_Bda-yyX6dVu73kG8yemcg8oc4twhLJa0XHfap1J_wJdu2KAybGH7rviD4ExKG-NksLvXeAudFOnRVw9yOHf1oXuZCcyqrEO2BU_DeJVrennneGlbAQQQ8p_XmDfOPT-kUH/s1600/DSC01114.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil-_Bda-yyX6dVu73kG8yemcg8oc4twhLJa0XHfap1J_wJdu2KAybGH7rviD4ExKG-NksLvXeAudFOnRVw9yOHf1oXuZCcyqrEO2BU_DeJVrennneGlbAQQQ8p_XmDfOPT-kUH/s400/DSC01114.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708383629218857570" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This bush is in the St. Catherine Monastery. It is thought to be the burning bush through which God spoke to Moses. It is the only bush of it's kind and it cannot be replanted anywhere in the world. Amazing. The monastery, of course, was built around the bush. </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi1-1AN1orRYqUpYPlQZiHwXuZV_37iwSeBMo_dZmdT8tvAuygGgQbMiV8tXXW6fwk8-ZmqwyMtJY6jfdWmsZ8NjCiMHSp7l-9JSYbvSh93TddllwObWjIWx0vUfDzlEP8gDuW/s1600/DSC01186.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi1-1AN1orRYqUpYPlQZiHwXuZV_37iwSeBMo_dZmdT8tvAuygGgQbMiV8tXXW6fwk8-ZmqwyMtJY6jfdWmsZ8NjCiMHSp7l-9JSYbvSh93TddllwObWjIWx0vUfDzlEP8gDuW/s400/DSC01186.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708383619676354162" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwkgPbe4TUudb8xcGz0AMZZhPrnR8euEQn7NFw1as3CJswJiAWxXHPpdNExlLAE_QnR6XaFGvIjCzLbkOkEhDhvf2jB5_kOgeEThRhRanPNmqvDRI_wB-HPjdqGLsGQ8Jt3cwn/s1600/DSC01371.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwkgPbe4TUudb8xcGz0AMZZhPrnR8euEQn7NFw1as3CJswJiAWxXHPpdNExlLAE_QnR6XaFGvIjCzLbkOkEhDhvf2jB5_kOgeEThRhRanPNmqvDRI_wB-HPjdqGLsGQ8Jt3cwn/s400/DSC01371.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708383099098540162" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Aaron's tomb.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge67cZn9npHu8SgCOcKaf-d7dDZwQU0EXnj5iSvz049jhzc2btV_b1lC2GRe4nAmoNayj7hdtREUsxz9ITV2A3C6vQQ58ARCwq9RGh68uvthkerfJOXpLLQnn3_ku-Q3ULbZcA/s1600/DSC01380.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge67cZn9npHu8SgCOcKaf-d7dDZwQU0EXnj5iSvz049jhzc2btV_b1lC2GRe4nAmoNayj7hdtREUsxz9ITV2A3C6vQQ58ARCwq9RGh68uvthkerfJOXpLLQnn3_ku-Q3ULbZcA/s400/DSC01380.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708383087932543682" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJZGcWeY8D8HV6idjoWH26_5wHrnVCpPeJQWa0NkLe9GLdjf6Rti2ozFLltH8u4cEbICWh3OygJniw9pg3gxoos66IHG92onHgejtapNACsmdkfT2aiBbpkfjKeLEqFG5osnKz/s1600/DSC01461.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJZGcWeY8D8HV6idjoWH26_5wHrnVCpPeJQWa0NkLe9GLdjf6Rti2ozFLltH8u4cEbICWh3OygJniw9pg3gxoos66IHG92onHgejtapNACsmdkfT2aiBbpkfjKeLEqFG5osnKz/s400/DSC01461.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708382553192535106" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Petra</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgau7oIuJs0IIfX7Hf64h7HvtCa17OFE4PlR3EWR-9P05sAHs9bCFNzGe6OM-vqHWKFvsPCG4-faH1KZUuvQZqOtYAnWQCRl055u4yDyedIU5-2rnpS2yx5bMhg45mS92WP2KrX/s1600/DSC01472.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgau7oIuJs0IIfX7Hf64h7HvtCa17OFE4PlR3EWR-9P05sAHs9bCFNzGe6OM-vqHWKFvsPCG4-faH1KZUuvQZqOtYAnWQCRl055u4yDyedIU5-2rnpS2yx5bMhg45mS92WP2KrX/s400/DSC01472.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708382547124591490" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The Lord allowed me to share the reality of who Christ is with a young guy as we walked through Petra. He began to talk about "religion", denouncing Muslim beliefs. We walked and talked about the passage of Scripture in Acts 17 where it refers to the religion of the men of Athens. The above and below pictures show carvings in the rocks where men of this time would place their objects of worship. In Acts 17, Paul notices that there are many objects of worship in Athens but there is one that was called the unknown God. As this young guy and I walked we talked too about this unknown God. I told him about my God. I told him about Jesus. He laughed and said that he didn't want Islam, but he sure didn't want Jesus either. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;">"Paul then stood up in the meeting of the Areopagus and said:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;"> "Men of Athens! I see that in every way you are very religious.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;">For as I walked around and looked carefully at your objects of worship,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;"> I even found an altar with this inscription: TO AN UNKNOWN GOD.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;"> Now what you worship as something unknown I am going to proclaim to you."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;">Acts 17:23,24</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_cubK9H99ElZ7WExeW_2mM_NpYROXlGGJ_SgXFVlkw2qYGY5OjdFfXvoxu6isb6z8eWzVcXP4KFeHlpzm2bFpPWFOpQcIZyLSjD_9PVTcBVN3ho8v5nHYCU1r_G0A_mIAmtSi/s1600/DSC01473.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_cubK9H99ElZ7WExeW_2mM_NpYROXlGGJ_SgXFVlkw2qYGY5OjdFfXvoxu6isb6z8eWzVcXP4KFeHlpzm2bFpPWFOpQcIZyLSjD_9PVTcBVN3ho8v5nHYCU1r_G0A_mIAmtSi/s400/DSC01473.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708382518025518450" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCYGGHgUUW9FKKigY5IMmnvgW_VjunNPpFcL9WR_1nRpEPWYlry__mwrAPIE2UNXwZ4JQjspDoiJCdPjVe5cREYSTdINcLgjvNNutOByhrcdMMd8B6ork9TDc9ZL9o26U6521G/s1600/DSC01494.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCYGGHgUUW9FKKigY5IMmnvgW_VjunNPpFcL9WR_1nRpEPWYlry__mwrAPIE2UNXwZ4JQjspDoiJCdPjVe5cREYSTdINcLgjvNNutOByhrcdMMd8B6ork9TDc9ZL9o26U6521G/s400/DSC01494.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708381635555006098" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">My wonderful parents and me. I am so glad we were able to go on this trip together. </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwzbDpDGxc4zaGus_LdI8gi3FVY2NtrsTQO21tGEGPx4CDmlVDw6E7DIbkn8xPPU9mXjN6WJv3AKFfaz4h0aTHVoxZobiukH1nE1bRpBw_2U7zHuc6c6_HRk3u_KJB5zrUDfbW/s1600/DSC01527.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwzbDpDGxc4zaGus_LdI8gi3FVY2NtrsTQO21tGEGPx4CDmlVDw6E7DIbkn8xPPU9mXjN6WJv3AKFfaz4h0aTHVoxZobiukH1nE1bRpBw_2U7zHuc6c6_HRk3u_KJB5zrUDfbW/s400/DSC01527.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708381625462497922" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF2XQw0Sa53Z5uoTsmuP2tiAc0IQm_O7BJHcwUdXFRV1LmnvsIprwUFg9B4CsJTuqrxmhzLlEcd-5Z0q5FJFRZ-g_erlqF9LaNuCxx8vno1dcIn6wvWWJkepk4hylT-oOVxGkN/s1600/DSC01538.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF2XQw0Sa53Z5uoTsmuP2tiAc0IQm_O7BJHcwUdXFRV1LmnvsIprwUFg9B4CsJTuqrxmhzLlEcd-5Z0q5FJFRZ-g_erlqF9LaNuCxx8vno1dcIn6wvWWJkepk4hylT-oOVxGkN/s400/DSC01538.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708381234418189618" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMHpX6zMZDkjoqUGo5ywhGto33I7-xXjV_KMzqLKzMcM_rrRAQYyakXVQKWInnan0KxIsrvmboe6vr_uB40lpIjVxBj8VTdyMHxlqIv4LMSsa_pAg4I1I_IzO8F_XgO977xi0o/s1600/DSC01539.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMHpX6zMZDkjoqUGo5ywhGto33I7-xXjV_KMzqLKzMcM_rrRAQYyakXVQKWInnan0KxIsrvmboe6vr_uB40lpIjVxBj8VTdyMHxlqIv4LMSsa_pAg4I1I_IzO8F_XgO977xi0o/s400/DSC01539.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708381061847958930" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"> The Treasury at Petra. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I like this description of Petra that I came across: </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;">Petra is <span style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0em; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;">the treasure</span> of ancient world, hidden behind an almost impenetrable barrier of rugged mountains, boasting incomparable scenes that make it the most <span style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0em; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;">majestic and imposing</span> ancient site still-standing nowadays.. It has been said "<span style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0em; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;">perhaps there is nothing in the world that resembles it</span>", actually, for sure, <span style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0em; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;">there is nothing in the world that resembles it</span>. The rock-carved rose-red city of Petra is <span style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0em; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;">full of mysterious charm</span>, it was "designed <span style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0em; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;">to strike wonder</span> into all who entered it"."</span></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN7LDlQvoGMD2q3ICvXQMqXegKRWxrW0lgH0Wg44OKCEPWiP3RqJTgxUpo1aUNkryFyTCSkopd3TpX8ta2fkJ-JRowjZLhOTt2dfOL3f8vwoeojxFOAXc9Ww2GEWZHjSmwCfcI/s1600/DSC01614.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN7LDlQvoGMD2q3ICvXQMqXegKRWxrW0lgH0Wg44OKCEPWiP3RqJTgxUpo1aUNkryFyTCSkopd3TpX8ta2fkJ-JRowjZLhOTt2dfOL3f8vwoeojxFOAXc9Ww2GEWZHjSmwCfcI/s400/DSC01614.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708381053286136322" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Ancient tombs</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig7Ulvg9fILKCgbFCxsWcADQUfebuhetbysJ9IVIqsg4qU3a0ouqGMa_iAf8oPaK_TYOMqgipEFTqPtjDUMVr7HJBL9ZoDEs9gJnUIBQ8l7gRqMJqvGJygVUOPtm8__yYCN2YL/s1600/DSC01643.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig7Ulvg9fILKCgbFCxsWcADQUfebuhetbysJ9IVIqsg4qU3a0ouqGMa_iAf8oPaK_TYOMqgipEFTqPtjDUMVr7HJBL9ZoDEs9gJnUIBQ8l7gRqMJqvGJygVUOPtm8__yYCN2YL/s400/DSC01643.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708380670479498226" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I won't tell the whole story here, but God used this little girl to sweetly remind me of His precious gift of grace in my life. He used her to remind me of the depths of my sin and my utter need for Him and His work on the cross. He reminded me of the transformation that is taking place in my own life and in the life of every believer as He takes a horrible mess of a heart and continues to sanctify it to become a beautiful dwelling for Him. He reminded me, through this little girl, the importance and privilege we have to raise our children in the ways and character of Jesus. May we as mothers continue to see the importance of our work:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;">"And Adam was not the one deceived; it was the woman </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;">who was deceived and became a sinner.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;">But women will be saved through childbearing--</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;">if they continue in faith, love and holiness with propriety."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;">1 Timothy 2:14, 15</span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Whether children biologically, adopted, or spiritually- may our hearts truly long for daughters, sons, and families of the Most High! Oh God, grant it. Grant us the grace, the endurance, the strength, and love to mother well.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUbJexBXK7wCzrbbmh_wtHJmOb1CaMBz8q3uGINfai7w349QZv0Zuh3STewEEo32YK4JWBPadKfgaLrqie-NESGJO2wreDcDpnb4DVQdEoIX8k11fZaaOQHRFnjJyfH5jGFSd_/s1600/DSC01706.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUbJexBXK7wCzrbbmh_wtHJmOb1CaMBz8q3uGINfai7w349QZv0Zuh3STewEEo32YK4JWBPadKfgaLrqie-NESGJO2wreDcDpnb4DVQdEoIX8k11fZaaOQHRFnjJyfH5jGFSd_/s400/DSC01706.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708380279741505058" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"> Romans' road (Petra)</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYp6HLoLGNNtTBbxzR7V9vdEk9Fi8-GtX80pVO2OFPIQA_cTwQQ3RrRCb8d8uI41tbgP5Fuafmc4kaEO0RqAvB0ugDhgz1cwVrxRW-PK3e2RBNTgfl1DxsE2e5Jx5WMM-6BNNx/s1600/DSC01727.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYp6HLoLGNNtTBbxzR7V9vdEk9Fi8-GtX80pVO2OFPIQA_cTwQQ3RrRCb8d8uI41tbgP5Fuafmc4kaEO0RqAvB0ugDhgz1cwVrxRW-PK3e2RBNTgfl1DxsE2e5Jx5WMM-6BNNx/s400/DSC01727.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708380100849792354" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4fesAFU6B04ou5a6vpuk9SgiehGxOY7OAPvigxnnT5ue6UdnsUp-IR5sKKcPUs8BEKdWakWmkwOO11-F4CtTPhmVfjvpBv15eTsYOgodxqXSSQK699BVtVQzp_NX3l3MZ-IGR/s1600/DSC01800.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4fesAFU6B04ou5a6vpuk9SgiehGxOY7OAPvigxnnT5ue6UdnsUp-IR5sKKcPUs8BEKdWakWmkwOO11-F4CtTPhmVfjvpBv15eTsYOgodxqXSSQK699BVtVQzp_NX3l3MZ-IGR/s400/DSC01800.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708379830085201458" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit86ZdfvlwDsAeDdTrQY1bft58ce0mPUfI7daPq4A95CFuEcRZK9JPN8D2vRwotZYNYtG5vyTx4TW5Ljf2MDqjZxrc_gbMStQWl-88WExaHTz3No1roRhNyfqLF0FSY6IG1BK8/s1600/DSC01804.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit86ZdfvlwDsAeDdTrQY1bft58ce0mPUfI7daPq4A95CFuEcRZK9JPN8D2vRwotZYNYtG5vyTx4TW5Ljf2MDqjZxrc_gbMStQWl-88WExaHTz3No1roRhNyfqLF0FSY6IG1BK8/s400/DSC01804.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708379645969324690" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Resting:-)</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMdvpY3Y5CZhH6OwRpe4CEoSNzpkMNRIhp0E2NZnbR6xG5FbxnhJHPpTqqvvzYqeMCmh_yiN-BrviwpFSqNMRZ-84BRRaE2pH75DvQET6BLriuVLV7EtQ1701eldEJ2Lbb3zng/s1600/DSC01818.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMdvpY3Y5CZhH6OwRpe4CEoSNzpkMNRIhp0E2NZnbR6xG5FbxnhJHPpTqqvvzYqeMCmh_yiN-BrviwpFSqNMRZ-84BRRaE2pH75DvQET6BLriuVLV7EtQ1701eldEJ2Lbb3zng/s400/DSC01818.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708379458441357154" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">On our way out of Petra. (so much fun getting to ride horse!)</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj0MM6dcnJaXTXBngJPOUf8nFvhr2mv4N5_UNtTpHsDiHHdGDhGLlzeVTmNUdFkcohyphenhyphendwVhynb6lNLWLWPo3ReimnFtVJF8XzL9c1l_HeXcXWsTF8XkfazznAdZvNySNSuGN8U/s1600/DSC01862.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj0MM6dcnJaXTXBngJPOUf8nFvhr2mv4N5_UNtTpHsDiHHdGDhGLlzeVTmNUdFkcohyphenhyphendwVhynb6lNLWLWPo3ReimnFtVJF8XzL9c1l_HeXcXWsTF8XkfazznAdZvNySNSuGN8U/s400/DSC01862.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708379236902117266" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Walking down the street in Jordan with Pops. love this. </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjmcwmxWhUX72NSY7K8NEa86kmwqzFD_dKtpekWaAUL2ZZdAhyuRDYa1lz86xQm8L1v0oVYmAjbCtx-OV_Wap8nx4B0Tqh4if64ib9-OmIG-obyI7kRW1WeQGvNAqSuLjRe2TF/s1600/DSC01930.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjmcwmxWhUX72NSY7K8NEa86kmwqzFD_dKtpekWaAUL2ZZdAhyuRDYa1lz86xQm8L1v0oVYmAjbCtx-OV_Wap8nx4B0Tqh4if64ib9-OmIG-obyI7kRW1WeQGvNAqSuLjRe2TF/s400/DSC01930.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708378963735363698" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;"><p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;">This is the Madaba Map, a mosaic tile map made between 542 and 570. It is in the floor of the church of Saint George in Madaba, Jordan. It is the oldest surviving map/depiction of the Holy Land. It is beautiful. </span></p><div style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; "><br /></div></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdx-HxMbi6PMN9COvY0t_InLMlCM8F_M9FCcQZGlJWP2DAVLqxyd4-Fux8qHk7idJ2Viqtc1GWoOXJgaDz6OOXplZ6DodE0IWbX2zocwXRZ0Kd4Gti-J9ODfgvow7ElgYjWLph/s400/DSC02055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708373107419352994" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This scene continues to captivate my heart. </div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbI91ZIYh3mdYR8bpAQG6QgqOl0l1slNljgdwTW8SMaBVKbFLMuVFy69Tiw6y6G7fg2hCwUpawf-tilqWj996ieXWVsXomL6EqjsFVdK9PK83QbfAXGGOELNWXefvYugskaJg6/s400/DSC02032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708373093351802754" /><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzUeYfC5ncdqkdYzBU4BMZmI7v9lhXCLOo026sVi7i2lC5WqoFjYRr8Aeas2Yfesp57RO0G7pQF1sJYTVXuBCTn766Lx2QD08oFVptkRoa4M3pgXLkTVNy0CLnW2QOz3XXO4aG/s400/DSC01984.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708373084935553442" /><div style="text-align: center;">Looking over into the promised land from Mt. Nebo.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Xci84Ta_iwyMm8MHBhO3He7-4lOkgnFNMpIMzdpKr8FX1l3EkVKE4x9_s8QvjtSRbZRJw5r_7MzCB5Mf5OFVPo_Q_k3YunJl5A3MIrmFqpp_zohJkQTn9rfoxpnKa0LZqKrZ/s400/DSC02091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708373116537875602" />We arrive in Israel and have a beautiful view of the Mediterranean Sea. The next morning was such a sweet time as I walked down to the waters and enjoyed the morning with Jesus beside the Sea. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgX-20xQsiyKZCF6zcweJfTs0QLNp6udgKW53FI2sy9FsKjgWHIFdE98A5-lBHKoaQm9_NzNeSIxzpaKgGltsaen9spads3X6pSgKo2BInsJF8Wpm_DEEH3HLk78tyTHtFn3I3/s1600/DSC02139.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgX-20xQsiyKZCF6zcweJfTs0QLNp6udgKW53FI2sy9FsKjgWHIFdE98A5-lBHKoaQm9_NzNeSIxzpaKgGltsaen9spads3X6pSgKo2BInsJF8Wpm_DEEH3HLk78tyTHtFn3I3/s400/DSC02139.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708373132735257442" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I was able to Skype with David and the boys when we arrived in Israel! David is such a wonderful husband. This trip was his idea. He initiated it. He made it happen. I am so thankful for him and the way he loves me. I tangibly feel Christ's love through the way he loves me. My Boaz. My prince. My leader. My example. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(I am hoping to share some of the pictures and stories of our time in Israel soon!) </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div></div></div>Emily Gossetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05027714528372292567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21971962.post-47168581955314983962012-01-17T14:13:00.001-08:002012-01-17T14:13:25.081-08:00?Are we truly desperate for the Spirit of God?
Oh God, may it be.
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Emily Gossetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05027714528372292567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21971962.post-40609269846772027582011-12-28T07:46:00.001-08:002011-12-28T07:46:27.483-08:00Just a little...Superhero...Graham has been wearing his cape almost everywhere:-) <br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/12/28/738.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/28/s_738.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Basketball....John David trying to help this little boy to shoot. J would cheer him on...."good job that was really close. You are getting better." The boy finally made it and was so excited! <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/12/28/739.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/28/s_739.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/12/28/740.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/28/s_740.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/12/28/741.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/28/s_741.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Chillin... HUD on his way to Grandma and Grandpa's house!!!!! We woke them up a lil after 6 and they were smiling from ear to ear and practically ran to the car! We are driving the "Bama van" and the boys are thoroughly enjoying watching the TV! Thanks papaw and mamaw! <br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/12/28/742.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/28/s_742.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Here we come Grandma, Grandpa, Kali, Kloe, Kobe, Karli, Kase, Aunt Kristy and Ryan, Aunt Leah and Bur and lil baby "k"......can't wait!! <br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Emily Gossetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05027714528372292567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21971962.post-59815748584664066512011-12-24T20:04:00.000-08:002011-12-24T20:18:46.658-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"><b>Merry Christmas!</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"><br /></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;">Praying the worth of Christ to fall upon each of us. ADORE HIM today! </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;">Pondering the beauty of the baby, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;">David, Emily and 'lil Gossett boys</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"><br /></span></div>Emily Gossetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05027714528372292567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21971962.post-45501673288471295602011-12-24T00:19:00.001-08:002011-12-24T00:24:53.480-08:00Just thinking and praisingI was just thinking about my boys and thanking my Father for such good good gifts.<br /><br /><center><a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/12/24/27.jpg"><img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/24/s_27.jpg" border="0" width="210" height="281" style="margin:5px" /></a></center><br />We have been so proud of J. He has had a broken collar bone but still cheering on his bball team. He was so tough but finally dad said no more and he had to sit out a couple of games. This last game he played and had such a great time! I love watching him laugh and have so much fun! He is so special to me! I love seeing how God works in him at such a young age.<br /><br /><center><a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/12/24/28.jpg"><img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/24/s_28.jpg" border="0" width="210" height="281" style="margin:5px" /></a></center><br />Sweet Huddy! He ate three big slices of meat Iover's pizza at mellow mushroom the other day! I just want to eat him up!! :-) He makes me smile! He is the best snuggler in the entire world! He gives some good hugs and kisses too! He is such a good boy! We are so blessed! <div><br /><center><a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/12/24/29.jpg"><img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/24/s_29.jpg" border="0" width="210" height="281" style="margin:5px" /></a></center><br />Little gw! We had just finished baking a cake and he licked the icing before I had a chance to stop him! It makes me smile to think about how many times i say to this lil guy: "no wild-man graham, you gentleman graham" sometimes he will laugh and say "no mom, I just graham"...oh boy...graham is so much fun! I love his laugh and personality!<br /><br /><center><a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/12/24/30.jpg"><img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/24/s_30.jpg" border="0" width="210" height="281" style="margin:5px" /></a></center><br />I trust our Father has such good plans for each of these boys. It's precious to me to think about how God will use these boys and their personalities and their strengths and weaknesses. Oh how I pray and long that Jesus would become their treasure. That the worth of Christ in their lives would make them bold, courageous, and so so humble. Father, mark these precious young boys for your kingdom. For your praise. Your glory. Your fame.<br /><br />For you are worthy. Thank you, Jesus.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br /></div>Emily Gossetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05027714528372292567noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21971962.post-56811864400769606362011-12-06T14:24:00.001-08:002011-12-06T21:21:03.635-08:00From Cairo to Huntsville<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Welcome to Egyptian Peppermint Tea! After vomiting all over the country a couple of kind Christian Egyptians urged me to drink this tea-I guess feeling empathy for me after seeing how terrible I looked! They took care of me so gently and kindly. </span><span class="Apple-style-span">It was a sweet reminder of the character of Christ being formed in His children all over this planet. The peppermint in the tea is suppose to be good for tummy aches. Before I was done drinking </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span">I was already feeling better. (My mom said it was like I was a wilted flower coming back to life!) Within a half hour or so I was feeling tremendously better! So I bought several boxes and brought them home with me. Sweet Blair was the first time I used it here. He finished the cup and was feeling better in about half hour too! I think you can buy it here at a health food place...I think it's worth stocking up in your pantry:-) </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkfna7cr76bqh1SnrgE6nz3Z_wcNnndrByfvO8_LjeIPKVdMpJ7b946Ng8dHpODtYvYHm-0Af2Dy8F7J839f-i7J-mVNv0S-w60seOy3C4HBwNRFOy5UEH2zuJOutMbXZHSZC3/s400/DSC00157.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683242112263507170" /><div style="text-align: center;">Our wonderful guide while in Egypt. He is emailing David to show him that I was being well taken care of.</div><div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKVGWB2bsxXc_fV2JMsMH19OQHlyAqqRx2-egf03hEkSZrBbJuK9Q00Pi99JM5I19RWUrhIYZvqbsjx6l-5MFs8jA8kwaZKvCDHEqHUXtv2BYZ4mlM_9hAjlBDeoOxljuD-tvd/s400/DSC00162.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683242123491323138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/06/s_2435.jpg" border="0" width="210" height="281" style="margin:5px" /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Yum :-)</div><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Emily Gossetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05027714528372292567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21971962.post-79171129662941805832011-11-27T20:20:00.001-08:002011-11-30T20:21:51.186-08:00Mommy is back!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggHeyYcbGHQLUEt-eg8lwa94rGYhXntmqRvY4cLPhSF_tABO23PFVMbC_k6BoYbh5_ewCAdABwhJad6-ovdj7LblshMU6vfhqujfgKulsaiQ1VcrQ3_t4RKXNfbC2PaxNN52Hv/s1600/IMG_0004.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggHeyYcbGHQLUEt-eg8lwa94rGYhXntmqRvY4cLPhSF_tABO23PFVMbC_k6BoYbh5_ewCAdABwhJad6-ovdj7LblshMU6vfhqujfgKulsaiQ1VcrQ3_t4RKXNfbC2PaxNN52Hv/s400/IMG_0004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679910707588315250" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">So glad to be home with my boys....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The Lord gave us such a wonderful trip to Egypt, Jordan, and Israel. Lord willing, I will post about the trip soon, but right now I am enjoying spending time with my boys....</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><br /></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"><br /></span></span></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAuaHOjMvFsUu2jZ5J8katudEu3g8gRgzxeh0iMJ34YJyJat_eoADM5JHplP_3nErWxXJa34geZkSFWiojgYvoe9x6IE-5qTZ-MAJZayj5aQvK9P5wlIme4irGrs_gesYEIbP8/s400/IMG_0184.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679902014229724706" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></span></span><div><div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWvT5wbg86FqQ0Nm164taMEPEg4u4h4Zpic2sQdSF3rVrhDlM6k8I0Z9JS3XSJJjHky3T1sVRJbya_linYb19t1zfNGVosJAgbYcerhWHveJ5v5iX78C15rnRC0UhR42zK1P7C/s1600/IMG_0119.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><div style="text-align: center;">Movie day:-) You might can see that J lost his front tooth...I'm sure I will always have that sweet toothless grin in my memory. love it. These boys are such a gift. Wonderful, wonderful gifts. Praise the Lord for sons. Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are sons born in one's youth. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Gifts. Grace. Gospel. Sweet, sweet Jesus. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht5WwEuWGPqAlrVhyESdERSmkYm7k3cvXwvUyz43zy_2qwQb4NnosL043-IRv_XdHS65tylBdwjxH61MsYgwBi24NbHRQxaS62PIx95CeSwGWBJP9y7OjYjF9jj4nC73Wchoz1/s1600/IMG_0110.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht5WwEuWGPqAlrVhyESdERSmkYm7k3cvXwvUyz43zy_2qwQb4NnosL043-IRv_XdHS65tylBdwjxH61MsYgwBi24NbHRQxaS62PIx95CeSwGWBJP9y7OjYjF9jj4nC73Wchoz1/s400/IMG_0110.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679901989196576146" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">-"Mom, take a picture of this"</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLeaYdm081znnLCRx2eCr9qD5E1H2slU2DjmwnR_X-JO5P-les2s1dHpre1g69-c337pWN3ySfFoc6SSWU_Mskd487T9lMf6MOPSFcTxOd0KTI9kE7pnW2IpUe3Qlr2gRDWaDI/s1600/IMG_0108.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLeaYdm081znnLCRx2eCr9qD5E1H2slU2DjmwnR_X-JO5P-les2s1dHpre1g69-c337pWN3ySfFoc6SSWU_Mskd487T9lMf6MOPSFcTxOd0KTI9kE7pnW2IpUe3Qlr2gRDWaDI/s400/IMG_0108.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679901970704199234" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLkYQOeW9Zc3Iau-ymuo5f74Mj200Tn6f57PiDNHu3tYdwoXtyEDnHnFaqbp3skT6h_5rFlLUr_eXAXGk-s57mefBaOssVAJ-NgKp239LqKLoxJZ68-KEq-C1v8grbBaSdeKIl/s1600/IMG_0106.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLkYQOeW9Zc3Iau-ymuo5f74Mj200Tn6f57PiDNHu3tYdwoXtyEDnHnFaqbp3skT6h_5rFlLUr_eXAXGk-s57mefBaOssVAJ-NgKp239LqKLoxJZ68-KEq-C1v8grbBaSdeKIl/s400/IMG_0106.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679901960948263266" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRV4BXphAQ9WQPuX0HX9PzEBZQ8R2jwg25RitEc1Fw1Zc7UwlXtjhpJR3IMLNmv1HDZPzBHgAmbKveyxcWSjU_-ucPc3xm9Jp1TXLbRoOzodnhy-cuuSgstGAc6522e7oJ-IPy/s400/IMG_0164.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679900922537983186" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiK3h1h-TqQium-WChleUpvo3E0xQETEVpQ3NmOnqCymLgUPh0tHc4qaEk27AH8E_5l7UvowjUa0vZDPbu_-TB8Ph2TWxTtNRu9pn0V_jOoqNyRXfBkWT1A3UlBk28XzrTfNXe/s400/IMG_0162.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679900906379218722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><div style="text-align: center;">Precious Graham</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfUc9Ts0EvVZADjzcZ6m0VR-IXed28ZlMqcVcvKiwGvf7VVajZkFjNIPOZKgZqgpE2-5JFEKqpGhWpJo3rjreMJnEVvn3khyphenhyphen0DOlqGj-3RLI0bZKU0xy6QUdcUs8AGgDjlLP1_/s1600/IMG_0161.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfUc9Ts0EvVZADjzcZ6m0VR-IXed28ZlMqcVcvKiwGvf7VVajZkFjNIPOZKgZqgpE2-5JFEKqpGhWpJo3rjreMJnEVvn3khyphenhyphen0DOlqGj-3RLI0bZKU0xy6QUdcUs8AGgDjlLP1_/s400/IMG_0161.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679900895422429602" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUo2RG_C0kMII87FgrXdNUtvhaZJcQdCU9QZKFp85GT3oGBorqNZ6Ym8yTzwpPctksvj2XpuwTE5WyHXVNWjQlFnLQp-IqG4qRgjpzUifLyxU5zs7bT9NGpzFmMUGvAeKpNuEB/s1600/IMG_0158.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUo2RG_C0kMII87FgrXdNUtvhaZJcQdCU9QZKFp85GT3oGBorqNZ6Ym8yTzwpPctksvj2XpuwTE5WyHXVNWjQlFnLQp-IqG4qRgjpzUifLyxU5zs7bT9NGpzFmMUGvAeKpNuEB/s400/IMG_0158.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679900890314734818" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">J started playing basketball with the city league. His first game is coming up. He's a big boy! </div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Emily Gossetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05027714528372292567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21971962.post-27444085425943335722011-11-03T10:00:00.001-07:002011-11-14T10:37:13.422-08:00Leaving for Israel today!!!!<center><a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/03/1554.jpg"><img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/03/s_1554.jpg" border="0" width="281" height="210" style="margin:5px" /></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhoneEmily Gossetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05027714528372292567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21971962.post-69582341179212851512011-11-03T09:57:00.001-07:002011-11-03T09:57:27.436-07:00Loving the Fall<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/03/1539.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/03/s_1539.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Blair with some moves <br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/03/1540.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/03/s_1540.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='261' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Sweet Huddy<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/03/1541.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/03/s_1541.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Rico slamming David<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/03/1542.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/03/s_1542.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Toboggans and basketball!! Dai dai and David<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/03/1543.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/03/s_1543.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Precious Graham<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/03/1544.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/03/s_1544.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />A lil bit of football<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/03/1545.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/03/s_1545.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Kent<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/03/1546.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/03/s_1546.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Dad<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/03/1547.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/03/s_1547.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Raheem<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/03/1548.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/03/s_1548.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Me<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/03/1549.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/03/s_1549.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Crazy J<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/03/1550.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/03/s_1550.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Playing space warriors...<br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Emily Gossetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05027714528372292567noreply@blogger.com0