<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24915339</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:51:09.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freespirit</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingstone7.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24915339/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingstone7.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Freespirit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959023565984482569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24915339.post-115222104204741190</id><published>2006-07-06T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T14:24:02.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WILL SURVIVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a life of pain and sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;But I will still be here tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I will survive, I will survive.&lt;br /&gt;And nothing's gonna stop me knowing&lt;br /&gt;That love is real,it keeps me going.&lt;br /&gt;I will survive, I will survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the children are hungry I weep for them,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold them tight.&lt;br /&gt;When the shadows grow longer and the cold moves in&lt;br /&gt;I turn up my collar and walk into the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to me my little boy,&lt;br /&gt;You have given me life's greatest joy&lt;br /&gt;I will survive, I will survive.&lt;br /&gt;This road before us winds beyond the glade&lt;br /&gt;Some fall dancing the the slow parade&lt;br /&gt;I will survive, I will survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the season go by in my father's world&lt;br /&gt;My eyes grow dimI will trust not in the things I see&lt;br /&gt;But bow my heart and lift my hands to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temptation beckons or befalls me,&lt;br /&gt;Fear and indecision stalls me.&lt;br /&gt;I will survive, I will survive.&lt;br /&gt;Illusion shines like diamonds glistening,&lt;br /&gt;My father's watching, he is listening&lt;br /&gt;I will survive, I will survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see me walking slowly like a man who's blind&lt;br /&gt;If you speak and I do not look up&lt;br /&gt;Then you must forgive me but I've got heaven on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though my days ahead are numbered,&lt;br /&gt;My life is rich, I have not slumbered&lt;br /&gt;I will survive, I will survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some hearts are pierced by love long lost&lt;br /&gt;Let my heart be pierced by the cross&lt;br /&gt;I will survive, I will survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends may come and friends may go&lt;br /&gt;But enemies stay for the late show.&lt;br /&gt;I will survive, I will survive.&lt;br /&gt;Friendships fail and love's elusive&lt;br /&gt;Life goes quickly, time's abusive.&lt;br /&gt;I will survive, I will survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;em&gt; by Larry Norman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24915339-115222104204741190?l=rollingstone7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingstone7.blogspot.com/feeds/115222104204741190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24915339&amp;postID=115222104204741190' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24915339/posts/default/115222104204741190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24915339/posts/default/115222104204741190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingstone7.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-will-survive-ive-had-life-of-pain_06.html' title=''/><author><name>Freespirit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959023565984482569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24915339.post-115207722145332924</id><published>2006-07-04T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T22:27:01.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Compliments from God??</title><content type='html'>"We're all given trials sometimes, things that we think will break our spirit , but they make us stronger in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They seem like the cruelest blows, but in a funny way they're like compliments from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that must sound crazy but that's what they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If He didn't love us and believe in us, He wouldn't give us challenges like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're opportunities for grace. We'll be stronger from this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is God's way of telling you that He loves us and believes in us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a compliment from Him to you. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just read this in a secular book by a popular fiction author. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It made me stop and remember all the scriptures that validate this. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do you think??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24915339-115207722145332924?l=rollingstone7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingstone7.blogspot.com/feeds/115207722145332924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24915339&amp;postID=115207722145332924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24915339/posts/default/115207722145332924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24915339/posts/default/115207722145332924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingstone7.blogspot.com/2006/07/compliments-from-god.html' title='Compliments from God??'/><author><name>Freespirit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959023565984482569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24915339.post-115204976163274857</id><published>2006-07-04T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T22:13:29.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ISOLATED</title><content type='html'>To-day I feel so isolated from everything and everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so far away from all that I dearly love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a sad day for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24915339-115204976163274857?l=rollingstone7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingstone7.blogspot.com/feeds/115204976163274857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24915339&amp;postID=115204976163274857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24915339/posts/default/115204976163274857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24915339/posts/default/115204976163274857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingstone7.blogspot.com/2006/07/isolated_115204976163274857.html' title='ISOLATED'/><author><name>Freespirit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959023565984482569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24915339.post-115076828490658252</id><published>2006-06-19T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T18:51:24.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life really is a Temporary Assignment</title><content type='html'>Hey guess what I get it, this world is not my home. I really am just passing through, doing homework, studying to past tests. I want to get all A+'s. I don't want to settle for any old B's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to my 'Daily Inspiration for The Purpose Driven Life" last night after posting the 'Lost Day" blog, it was amazing. Jesus answered all my questions. For instance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, remind me how brief my time on earth will be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remind me that my days are numbered, and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that my life is fleeing away. Ps. 39:4 NLT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For we were born but yesterday and know so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;little, and our days on earth are as transient &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as a shadow. Job 8:9 NLT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am here on earth for just a little while. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ps. 119:19 NLT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am but a foreigner here on earth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ps. 119:19 NLT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friends, this world is not your home, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so don't make&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;yourselves cozy in it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't indulge your ego at the expense&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;of your soul. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1Peter 2:11 The Message&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The last metaphor of life is that it is a temporary assignment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In God's eyes, the greatest heroes of the faith are not those who achieve prosperity,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;success, and power in this life, but those who treat this life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; as a temporary assignment &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and serve faithfully, expecting their promised&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; reward in eternity.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Realizing that life on earth is just a temporary assignment should radically &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alter your values.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The bold print is from Rick Warren 'The Purpose Driven Life'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks #5 &amp;amp; mate for the gift of this little book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24915339-115076828490658252?l=rollingstone7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingstone7.blogspot.com/feeds/115076828490658252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24915339&amp;postID=115076828490658252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24915339/posts/default/115076828490658252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24915339/posts/default/115076828490658252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingstone7.blogspot.com/2006/06/life-really-is-temporary-assignment.html' title='Life really is a Temporary Assignment'/><author><name>Freespirit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959023565984482569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24915339.post-115069065532641115</id><published>2006-06-18T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T21:19:55.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'The Lost Day'</title><content type='html'>Well today was a lost cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the day crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go home but I don't have a home any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in TB in May it didn't feel like home any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sisters were all upset which made me feel worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel at home somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the Lord is probably trying to get my attention by letting me know that this world is not my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so cut off from everything and everyone I have know for the last 35 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that God has a plan for my life and it isn't over yet so I am going through this for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sundays are hard because I don't have a church to go to except the kind I just don't understand anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted a hug from someone, needed a hug actually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24915339-115069065532641115?l=rollingstone7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingstone7.blogspot.com/feeds/115069065532641115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24915339&amp;postID=115069065532641115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24915339/posts/default/115069065532641115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24915339/posts/default/115069065532641115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingstone7.blogspot.com/2006/06/lost-day.html' title='&apos;The Lost Day&apos;'/><author><name>Freespirit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959023565984482569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24915339.post-115060104299934923</id><published>2006-06-17T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T20:24:03.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Life"</title><content type='html'>Today I went to a cook-out at my nephews in Mississauga. It was a very hot day almost unbearable to be out in so I kind of stashed myself away in the A/C house. They had dug a pit and roasted a pig it was amazing. It is a beautiful home in a affluent area of the city. It was a nice time and I enjoy both Stew and his wife, they are really good people, I wish I could relate to them through my faith. However they have been so turned off and tuned out by the "Constructed Church" it is almost impossible. My other nephew was there also, his wife had a terrible stroke 5 months ago and is still in hospital. Today he told us his step-son's common law wife shot herself in the head after an argument with him. She left a 4 month old baby girl. Again I wanted to pray for him right there but really couldn't do this in someone else home without creating a scene. I came home sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went shopping over the river and bought myself stuff...........Yawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I am unhappy with myself as I see this life I am living here as completely self absorbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to be at work in the Vineyard, know what I mean. This life on earth without the goal of running toward the prize of "Well done thou good and faithful servant" is meaningless. I want to make a difference in someone's life, I want to share the good news through whatever venue I can, I want these closing years of my life to count in the kingdom here on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thoughts in my head tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24915339-115060104299934923?l=rollingstone7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingstone7.blogspot.com/feeds/115060104299934923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24915339&amp;postID=115060104299934923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24915339/posts/default/115060104299934923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24915339/posts/default/115060104299934923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingstone7.blogspot.com/2006/06/life.html' title='&quot;Life&quot;'/><author><name>Freespirit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959023565984482569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24915339.post-115042932860613322</id><published>2006-06-15T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T21:27:52.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommie Mantel</title><content type='html'>You know I didn't realize that on that day June15/63 I was honoured with the mantel of Mommie placed upon my shoulders. Do any of us realize what a blessing and honour it is on the day that you can now be called Mommie, Daddy, parents. Do any of us realize what we have created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes we make lots of mistakes, especially with the first one, I have apologized many times to Kellie because I learned how to be a Mother with her , made lots of errors but I hope all my girls felt the love I have always had for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this age I have many nights laid awake wishing I had handled one situation or another with one of the girls different. Now they are all mothers, wonderful mothers, many times I am amazed at their wisdom and so proud. I hope they know I tried to do my best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24915339-115042932860613322?l=rollingstone7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingstone7.blogspot.com/feeds/115042932860613322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24915339&amp;postID=115042932860613322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24915339/posts/default/115042932860613322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24915339/posts/default/115042932860613322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingstone7.blogspot.com/2006/06/mommie-mantel.html' title='Mommie Mantel'/><author><name>Freespirit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959023565984482569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24915339.post-115032455089960655</id><published>2006-06-14T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T15:35:50.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A HAPPY BABY STORY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;June 14,1963 dawned a very hot &amp; sunny day. I was staying at my in-laws because of pregnancy problems. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After lunch a friend of my mother-in-laws came over and we were all standing in the yard in Jordan Station when a couple of bees flew up the back of my maternity blouse (THEY WERE HUGE THEN GIRLS, HEAVEN FORBID THAT SOMEONE WOULD SEE YOUR BELLY) and stung me. I wasn't certain what exactly had happened as I grabbed a hunk of the material and crushed and 2 dead bees fell out. Wow they really hurt, I spent the rest of the afternoon in discomfort but didn't think too much of it. My in-laws went out that evening and I was alone with 13 year old brother-in-law Herb, a real sweetie. It was then I discovered that I had been having low back pains for awhile and we started to time them.( Thoses bees had put me into labour) When they got to be 5 minutes apart we both became a little nervous. Soon I was anxiously looking for my in-laws as Alex my husband was at work on the evening shift at GM. He arrived home at 11:30 p.m. and we were off to the hospital. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because I had been off my feet basically for the last three months they kept me in although the pains had jumped back to 20 minutes apart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was a long long night and the next day Saturday was an even longer day. My next memory (besides the one where I was swearing I would never have another baby) is of my Dr. arriving in a Tuxedo to break my water. That was horrible, then I went to sleep and the next memory.... I awoke with a tiny baby looking more like a little pickled doll in my arms all wrinkley and red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Little Kellie Lorene had arrived, that's how they did it back then folks, put you to sleep and only God knows how they got the baby out, I felt like someone had jumped on my gut and I had to have a transfusion the next day which was Father's Day. I didn't see my baby again for a couple of days as I was too weak to hold her. They kept you in 6 or 7 days then. She was so tiny I was afraid of her, 6lb 4oz. That baby nows has two little girls of her own, she carried on the tradition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I REALLY CAN'T BELIEVE THAT LOVELY LITTLE BABY WILL BE 43. In the following 12 years I had four more beautiful baby girls each as sweet as the first. And now they have given me ten beautiful grandchildren &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;six LOVELY boys&lt;/span&gt;, four SWEET girls, I am so blessed. Thank you Jesus for Kellie Lorene, June 15/63, Heather Lee, Dec. 2/66, Shawne Hotson, Oct.12/71, Erinn Joan, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;May 8/73, Ida Alexandra, May20/75. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy Birthday baby Kellie; (they will always be my babies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24915339-115032455089960655?l=rollingstone7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingstone7.blogspot.com/feeds/115032455089960655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24915339&amp;postID=115032455089960655' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24915339/posts/default/115032455089960655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24915339/posts/default/115032455089960655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingstone7.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-baby-story.html' title='A HAPPY BABY STORY'/><author><name>Freespirit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959023565984482569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24915339.post-114611388669294280</id><published>2006-04-26T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T22:00:51.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm A Lonely Little Petunia" tonight</title><content type='html'>I am missing my babies tonight, my grown up girls, my grandbabies, my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I got thinking, Jesus, does your heart ache when instead of spending time with You I do my hobbies, watch TV, eat, whatever? I can't imagine the God of the Universe yearning for attention from little old me, but,this is what His Word tells us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does He feel like crying, yearn for just a touch from that dear baby boy, long to play with me as I long to play with those grandkids. Just want to sit and visit, talk over the days events with me as I do with my loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has used this time of lonelyness to show me how much He longs for me, His creation, His bride, desires so much to give me a home with Him that He suffered and died to make this possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It probably sounds mauldin to many but right now in my vunerable state -- it blows my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24915339-114611388669294280?l=rollingstone7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingstone7.blogspot.com/feeds/114611388669294280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24915339&amp;postID=114611388669294280' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24915339/posts/default/114611388669294280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24915339/posts/default/114611388669294280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingstone7.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-lonely-little-petunia-tonight.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m A Lonely Little Petunia&quot; tonight'/><author><name>Freespirit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959023565984482569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24915339.post-114524271933036673</id><published>2006-04-16T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T13:05:16.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Escape</title><content type='html'>My sister and I were kind of talked into going to a thingy at a local Evangelical type church called 'Girls Night Out'. Now really I should of known it wouldn't be my thing but I thought lets try it and not be a snob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really it was the worst thing I have ever been to in a church context. The minute we hit the door I wanted to run. Loud music, 'we're gonna have a party tonight' Then a hyper worship lady hyping everyone up and in between 10 minute commercials of one kind and another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lasted half way before developing a head-ache and managed to escape with my sister in tow to the local dairy Queen where I got rid of my head-ache with something called a mudslide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't want to be judgemental and I realize I am but why do ladies meetings have to be so embrassingly girly. We both remember the 50's as kids when women were supposed to go shopping for fun, eat chocolate, and gossip as the main form of recreation. We were all women then (not people) poured into girdles, nylons and dresses to do the housework. Ever seen those commercials from that era, honestly that was what most mothers were like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have thought this over for two weeks before posting and still feel put out that much of the Christian community still treat women like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a person, created in God's Image set free in Christ and called to be His servant. Set free by Jesus Christ. Forgive me Lord for being critical, help me to understand that lots of women love this sort of service and have the right to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to the conclusion that is not what God has Called me to period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24915339-114524271933036673?l=rollingstone7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingstone7.blogspot.com/feeds/114524271933036673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24915339&amp;postID=114524271933036673' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24915339/posts/default/114524271933036673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24915339/posts/default/114524271933036673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingstone7.blogspot.com/2006/04/great-escape.html' title='The Great Escape'/><author><name>Freespirit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959023565984482569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24915339.post-114356573077820868</id><published>2006-03-28T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T12:57:43.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rollingstone7</title><content type='html'>This if the first day of my new life. I would like to know if there is any bloggers of senior age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have determined to set myself free of hurt from earthly relationships. I vow to never again allow broken relationships to take priority in my life. It is so easy to allow pain and hurt to take precedence especially when you have been surrounded by large family groups. A very wise young mother has made a great impact upon me this week. It isn't about I,I, I or me, me, me or us, us, us. it is after all about Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, and His plan for our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RS7&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24915339-114356573077820868?l=rollingstone7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingstone7.blogspot.com/feeds/114356573077820868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24915339&amp;postID=114356573077820868' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24915339/posts/default/114356573077820868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24915339/posts/default/114356573077820868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingstone7.blogspot.com/2006/03/rollingstone7.html' title='rollingstone7'/><author><name>Freespirit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959023565984482569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
