tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80847083139223626032024-03-05T05:13:55.334-06:00The Church Organist Daughter~a place I let my inside voice out~Annettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10727798025436838525noreply@blogger.comBlogger81125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084708313922362603.post-44241256979223666342012-04-13T11:06:00.000-05:002012-04-13T11:06:09.099-05:00shoot.for.the.moon<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">You know the old saying, "Shoot for the stars...you may hit the moon"? Well I've decided to change it to, "Drive to the parking lot...you will shoot the moon"!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A few weeks back I was really struggling with feelings of depression, helplessness, and self-pity. So I drove to a parking lot. Well, not just any parking lot. It was the parking lot of Westside Liquor located on the East side of town...(why they named it Westside I will never know...)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am not exactly sure what my intentions were when I arrived there. Just wanted to sit and ponder. Ponder about going in and buying "stuff" (good "stuff"). I just wanted to buy a little liquid silencer to shut up the constant crap spinning in my head. You know the crap, "your a failure", "you suck", "your a lowsy person", "why can't you just get your act together", "you know you wouldn't have these problems if you'd only do this, and this, and this, and that." And so on, and so forth.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So as I was pondering in my car I noticed two more vehicles in the parking lot along with their occupants. I'm really talented, I can ponder and watch people all at the same time. Soon I found that these people were kind of entertaining. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">There was a boy in a truck (older model--I'd say 1990's--dark blue--didn't catch the license plate) and two girls in a maroonish colored car. They were young people--early 20's or so. The boy was out of his truck leaning into the passenger side window of the maroonish car and appeared to be chatting away...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">What happened next saved my sobriety that day. The twenty-something boy stood up, turned his back to the girls in the marroonish car and shot the moon. Yup! He pulled down his pants not once, but twice! And I smiled--real big...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But God is good and knows all that I need...</span><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">No longer was I pondering. The spin in my head had stopped. And I drove away without purchasing the liquid silencer. That visual was nothing I needed, yet all that I needed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I will be eternally grateful to my Creator for the sun, the stars, and most of all the FULL moon.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">That it folks,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Annette</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"I like to think that the moon is there even if I am not looking at it"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">~Albert Einstein</span></div>Annettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10727798025436838525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084708313922362603.post-80404753633111048792012-04-10T12:34:00.000-05:002012-04-10T12:34:07.809-05:00Depression is...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">So I've taken a couple of weeks off from work. Trying to get my "act together". It is slow progress. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I still dread the mornings and fear the moment I open my eyes. It seems that if I can prolong the reality that a new day has arrived I can keep panic at bay.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">What am I afraid of ??</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have no clue... </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I usually wake up with two cats and one dog in bed with me....they are happy enough companions...nothing to fear with them at my side.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I roll from my bed after 20 or so snooze alarms and do the usual stuff. You know...let the dog out, go potty, make a cup of coffee, water the animals, clean the cat litter, wander through the house and pick up the throw pillows, fold up the blankets and put them back on the couch, pick up pop cans and put them in the garbage, throw Jameson's stinky socks in the laundry (the ones forever behind the bathroom door). </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">By this time I have been up about thirty minutes and I am already exhausted and need to battle the urge to go back to bed. It is then that I see the crumbs on the kitchen counter...the counter that was clean when I went to bed last night...and just seems like too much for me to handle. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Yup...Depression is crumby... </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">I feel like I've been "living a recipe" for the past three plus years. I've turned sobriety into a checklist of "do's" and "don'ts" expecting success. And not only have I had the expectation of success, I've also lived with the assumption that if I did not ever drink again I would also never experience Depression ever again...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">There...I said it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Funny, I don't feel any better now that I've confessed it...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">I've struggled with depression since age 18 or so. Some who know me, might say even earlier than that. I really don't know and really don't care anymore. Years surviving depression are not celebrated like sobriety years where you get a medallion and get to hear the whoops, hollars, and claps of your fellow sober-mates. No... It is nothing like that. It sucks!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">So here I am again! Pissed off at myself. I thought that I had found the magic Depression Bullet when I got sober. I actually thought that this would never, ever, ever, ever happen again if I quit drinking. I was wrong.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Why is it that for a fellow sufferer I have compassion and empathy? Tell them to care for themselves, be gentle, be kind....after all, Depression is a disease, right? They didn't choose this. Why would anyone CHOOSE this?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">However when it comes to my own self-analysis I reject this. My thoughts accuse me, "If I'd only be kinder to others, loose a few pounds, exercise, read my Bible consistently, quit eating sugar, quit eating corn, quit eating wheat, quit consuming aspartame, practice meditation, be more disciplined, stop swearing, volunteer, appreciate my husband..." then this problem will disappear...*poof*</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Why is it that when it comes to my personal experience with Depression I see it as a character flaw, a spiritual malady, an excuse to indulge in self-pitious, ruminating thoughts?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Yup that's a loaded question, isn't it? I'm ripping up the recipe card and starting over (again)...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Thanks friends for listening,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Annette</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><em>It has been three years (1095 days). So much remains the same; yet so much is different. I am still cranky, prone to resentment and find my feelings are hurt easily...What is different you ask? The knowledge that the remedy for misery doesn't lie in a bottle; but in choosing each day goodness, gratitude, and Grace. </em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Gratitude as a discipline involves a conscious <em><u>choice</u></em>. I can <em><u>choose</u></em> to be grateful even when my emotions and feelings are still steeped in hurt and resentment. It is amazing how many occasions present themselves in which I can <em><u>choose</u></em> gratitude instead of a complaint. I can <em><u>choose</u></em> to be grateful when I am criticized, even when my heart still responds in bitterness. I can <u><em>choose</em></u> to speak about goodness and beauty, even when my inner eye still looks for someone to accuse or something to call ugly".</span> </span><br />
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<br />Annettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10727798025436838525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084708313922362603.post-21470867380670564722011-12-04T19:20:00.000-06:002011-12-04T19:20:04.552-06:00Ducky Chrismon to You!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtuyQ2wbYcw9N4ULo4ydgaKF_dnkxoEEpG8m40-ta4kFRQtXw-vtZ76KUjoBMKVvJKYDDrJkxXnRQ7JDwom_uML8wFeiD0AUSmhqjp1KNT3OFjPsc3c4-ggg3bnOyNO-aw1ulIOY0XtTU/s1600/chrismon+tree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" dda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtuyQ2wbYcw9N4ULo4ydgaKF_dnkxoEEpG8m40-ta4kFRQtXw-vtZ76KUjoBMKVvJKYDDrJkxXnRQ7JDwom_uML8wFeiD0AUSmhqjp1KNT3OFjPsc3c4-ggg3bnOyNO-aw1ulIOY0XtTU/s1600/chrismon+tree.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><br />
<div align="center">I received a small gift a few days ago from someone special...</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">A rubber duck that quacks and shines a blue light from its beak.</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center">I am pretty sure that it was not intended to be used as a Christmas Tree Ornament--but I am.</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center">I attended a Lutheran Church this morning and they had the congregation hang chrismons on a Christmas tree.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Now, I'm not a Lutheran by tradition, so this chrismon thing was new to me...</div><div align="center"><em>(A </em><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chrismon"><em>chrismon</em></a><em> is one of a number of Christian symbols intended to represent aspects of the Person, life or ministry of Jesus Christ through a single image, emblem or monogram.) </em> </div><div align="center">I have been missing out on a nice tradition all these years.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Strangely, when I returned home from church, I felt compelled to hang my yellow rubber duck that quacks and shines a blue light from it beak upon my Christmas<em> </em>Tree.</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Yes, I know that a yellow rubber duck does not represent a Biblical or theological concept; </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But for life as it is right now...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It could very well be a Chrismon. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> It reminds me to let it go, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">extend grace,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> embrace Truth, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and be eternally grateful for all that is good in life.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(Yes, I get that message from a little yellow Chrismon duck).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sorry if you can't see it...I guess you had to be there.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>That's my gift. I let that negativity roll off me like water off a duck's back.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em> If it's not positive, I didn't hear it. </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>If you can overcome that, fights are easy.</em></div><em><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><em>~ George Foreman </em></div>Annettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10727798025436838525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084708313922362603.post-33020886640924706502011-07-20T20:12:00.000-05:002011-07-20T20:12:39.313-05:00PeoplePleasing<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWfXnB5TJtlZhJgSVGHaphHazyEzaVQXN22-Ikh3Ifvvb3hBNlk4D4pQQZt5x9h3fZtckFPX5GtuiAODCAIRg3ZfwCj5kHqvZMQqbBEJ4j_C0Svrzx55Vatws0X0q80muMVOcFg7wqdD8/s1600/people-pleasing-cartoon.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWfXnB5TJtlZhJgSVGHaphHazyEzaVQXN22-Ikh3Ifvvb3hBNlk4D4pQQZt5x9h3fZtckFPX5GtuiAODCAIRg3ZfwCj5kHqvZMQqbBEJ4j_C0Svrzx55Vatws0X0q80muMVOcFg7wqdD8/s400/people-pleasing-cartoon.gif" t$="true" width="270" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="font-size: large;">Sometimes (okay, I admit, "most times") when I write this blog I really censor who I am and I am very careful about what I say and how I say it. I do this for three reasons: </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A. I don't want to offend anyone </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">B. I don't want anyone to think poorly of me</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">C. I want people to like me</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have to admit that there are people in my life that when I am in their presence my guts get all twisted up and I lose all sense of who I am. I basically turn into a nauseous, stammering idiot or a stand-up comedian. (Personally I believe I play the role of the stammering idiot quite well; but I could use some pointers as a comedian...)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Why am I telling you this? I'm not really sure; but I have been thinking some lately about my need to please others--you all included. I have often wondered why I do this blogging if I don't feel free to say what I really want to say or say it how I want to say it... I guess I just have hope that one day I will be comfortable enough with who I was created to be and just write whatever I feel led to write. I can't wait! I hope it happens in my life time...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Anyway, back to PEOPLE PLEASING....</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">People Pleasers …</span> <br />
<ol><li><span style="font-size: large;">People pleasers take most criticism personally (Yup I do that and then I ruminate about what they said over and over and over...)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">People pleasers feel an extraordinary fear of rejection. (Yup! Rejection sucks!--I try to avoid it at all costs. I will do most anything for 'ya if you promise to let me hang around for a while...)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">People pleasers have a hard time saying "No" (Like I said in #2 I'll do most anything for you...)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">People pleasers find it hard to express their true feelings because they don’t want to hurt others</span> (Oh, ya...now we're talking! I would rather choke on my words rather than speak (or write) them and risk offending...) </span></li>
</ol><span style="font-size: large;">So what is a PEOPLE PLEASER to do? </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Consider the following:</span><br />
<ul><li><span style="font-size: large;">Becoming obsessed about what others think about you is the fastest way to forget what God thinks about you.</span></li>
</ul><span style="font-size: large;">OUCH! (and that's all I have to say...)</span><br />
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(I stole some of my information from the following <a href="http://www.faithengineer.com/2008/09/are-you-people-pleaser.html">spot</a>)<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">On Friday afternoon my husband and I brought our elderly toy poodle, Sam, to the vet to have him, "put to sleep..." It was an incredibly difficult event and it affected me far more than I anticipated. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">The All of him that really had no "audible sound".....the part of him that whispered to me; comforted me. The part of him that "shushed" my loneliness. The part of him that told me to "get over it" when I felt anger or resentful. The part of him that argued with me that I should rest with him when I was tired. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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However, I have had several people tell me that they enjoy reading my blog, even though they, "can't always figure out what I am talking about"... I find this a little disturbing and to tell you the truth, it has kept me from posting lately. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> I am going to end this with Birthday greetings to my niece Jenna Ann. </span><span style="float: right;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="sqq">“Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than You.”</span> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> ~Dr. Seuss</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday!! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Happy Birthday!!!</span> </div><br />
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</div>Annettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10727798025436838525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084708313922362603.post-85475943542235674512011-06-11T20:56:00.000-05:002011-06-11T20:56:01.821-05:00In search of...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8rqen5ESSGfYOv6EPasZVQYQ7UvS4YtoBBWtSOFJ206Kv_vaW6wxMUk-Q6PDE99GQ-g41xkr-4JM_oDZdW7DtENeYwGqvYwtV4BJu04wNGaTh6Wtm4f-Uj_23CtgOUtK56yNHtEemwDc/s1600/quietchurch1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8rqen5ESSGfYOv6EPasZVQYQ7UvS4YtoBBWtSOFJ206Kv_vaW6wxMUk-Q6PDE99GQ-g41xkr-4JM_oDZdW7DtENeYwGqvYwtV4BJu04wNGaTh6Wtm4f-Uj_23CtgOUtK56yNHtEemwDc/s400/quietchurch1.jpg" t8="true" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center">softer...quieter...gentler...</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">(breaking the silence)</span></div><div align="center"><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am not really sure there is such a thing, but I'm going to do it anyway. I find myself really out of words. I've used the best ones up trying to get through school and I find that my creative word cup is quite empty. So I am resorting to pictures. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am counting down now. It is DAY 26 until graduation. I am frustrated with myself. Yesterday I wrote a five page paper and failed to hit the "Save As" key and lost the entire thing...(I do confess that a few creative words did come out of hiding for that occasion...)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I feel overwhelmed and isolated. I sometimes sit at my desk for hours and its a lonely place... My family understands (or rather has been conditioned) not to bother me when I am AT THE DESK... (or a dire negative snappy, down-right mean, verbal barrage might ensue...)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So for PHOTOMENTARY DAY 26 I give you MY DESK...</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The End</div>Annettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10727798025436838525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084708313922362603.post-85878874446716636182011-04-13T16:19:00.000-05:002011-04-13T16:19:50.212-05:00Happiness is...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihuBFKbmT5r24xCmMZgezuB-AT-VbL-RCIe5Vff6BPMJjhztKBFDiRoePPi60-OPSGzZxVWf_wNrJK9sfO7xmhjPQXm5fhSt2Ljm30PqRDFeOR13iKGaDLOYM6vvhE62hmaR4RsElxppg/s1600/potato+girl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihuBFKbmT5r24xCmMZgezuB-AT-VbL-RCIe5Vff6BPMJjhztKBFDiRoePPi60-OPSGzZxVWf_wNrJK9sfO7xmhjPQXm5fhSt2Ljm30PqRDFeOR13iKGaDLOYM6vvhE62hmaR4RsElxppg/s1600/potato+girl.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Happiness </span><span style="font-size: xx-small;">is a little girl and her potato</span></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: x-large;">In my battle for a happy heart I have discovered </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: x-large;">that there is NOTHING I need;</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: x-large;">only ALL that I want...</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Anyone for a 'tator?</div>Annettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10727798025436838525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084708313922362603.post-42921948737235846082011-03-20T14:42:00.000-05:002011-03-20T14:42:35.319-05:00And the Winner is....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsCOS1zYMcksIZmttLjd15aQ7-h0i6gANpS4e7WWP4-P2tsNkkSOPszNQ7dA9TRci_ACVOF2JDdFKvI-OnIWRFK6GhnNur0QBwcTZ3ZHtiUj_e4zc_m-KhqEEChS_nbc6bGBCnrhsep_w/s1600/winner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsCOS1zYMcksIZmttLjd15aQ7-h0i6gANpS4e7WWP4-P2tsNkkSOPszNQ7dA9TRci_ACVOF2JDdFKvI-OnIWRFK6GhnNur0QBwcTZ3ZHtiUj_e4zc_m-KhqEEChS_nbc6bGBCnrhsep_w/s1600/winner.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Thank you to all to all of you who signed up!</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Thank you for reading the blog!</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">It was a tough process picking the winner...</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">I had great difficulty keeping up with the magnitude of response!</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Just for the record I want to assure each and every one of you that I used a secure and scientifically proven method to select the winner...</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">I have documentation and four witnesses</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">(two cats, two dogs...the cats are a little sneaky, but the dogs are quite reliable...)</span></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">On March 17th I will be celebrating my first year as a "Blogger".</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Blogging has really been rather therapeutic for me.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">I've discovered a lot of things about myself.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">It has been a journey...</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em>(a meandering, back-tracking, one-step forward/two-steps back, crawl, run, fly, fall down/get up, fast, slow, lead/follow, stop, look and finally LISTEN kind of trip)</em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">So I thank each of you for listening to me as I have a tendancy to periodically rant, rave, and make a few inappropriate or downright stupid comments!</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">In celebration of my first year I am doing a GIVE AWAY!</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">It will be, "A few of my favorite things" give away.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Just like Oprah!</span></div><div align="center">(not really)</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">If you would like to be eligible for the drawing you will need to make a comment and just state your name and provide your e-mail address. It is that simple and virtually painless...</span></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div>Annettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10727798025436838525noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084708313922362603.post-67996159354692333412011-03-08T15:18:00.002-06:002011-03-08T15:52:12.399-06:00Whisper a Prayer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="font-size: x-small;">A Whispered Prayer...</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><em>Father,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br />
<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><em>"We thank-you that you have provided redemption and healing </em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><em>throughthe precious blood of your Son, Jesus.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><em>God we ask that you would touch Jenny's body with your healing power.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><em> God speak life, strength, and healing on her behalf."</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><em>~Amen</em></span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: xx-small;"></span></em> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: xx-small;"></span></em> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I know He hears me even when I whisper...</span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">But I know that I am not always so great </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">a listener for His response.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>The Lord said, "Go out and stand on the mountain in the presence of the Lord, for the Lord is about to pass by."</em></span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>Then after a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the Lord, </em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>but the Lord was not in the wind.</em></span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>After the wind there was an earthquake,</em></span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>but the Lord was not in the earthquake. </em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>After the earthquake came a fire,</em></span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>but the Lord was not in the fire.</em></span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>And after the fire came a gentle whisper...</em></span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I Kings 19:11-12</span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Dear Lord,</em> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>We know that you reveal yourself in the powerful and the miraculous but I thank you for this reminder that sometimes it is easy to miss you in the bustle of the everyday.</em><br />
<em>I pray that as Jenny and Luke return today that you pour out an abundant measure of peace</em><br />
<em> and a release from the busyness of life, </em><br />
<em>as they humbly listen for your gentle whisper.</em> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Amen</em> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoRmnYBILLcfADCESiO7g_JCHEYKh4mtH1xX-koprVl7nCdMeDEvWiM2xyX-7q93kSwHz-8doYofz6O6m4xyJFCYMOEOXwuA7d9dsuluOu-TDhSSycq9Hl2JCNgH3WyISI29arnhXiTqY/s1600/whisper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoRmnYBILLcfADCESiO7g_JCHEYKh4mtH1xX-koprVl7nCdMeDEvWiM2xyX-7q93kSwHz-8doYofz6O6m4xyJFCYMOEOXwuA7d9dsuluOu-TDhSSycq9Hl2JCNgH3WyISI29arnhXiTqY/s1600/whisper.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/jennifernorbie">Click here for an update on Jen & Luke</a></div>Annettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10727798025436838525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084708313922362603.post-71078183708603950172011-03-07T15:00:00.003-06:002011-03-07T15:00:03.089-06:00Yahweh Tsuri:::The Lord is My Rock<div align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana;"></span><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 48pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">α’ β <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>β <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ά</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Father,</span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">"We thank you that you have provided redemption and healing through the blood of your son Jesus."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;"><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">EL ROI</span></em> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">The God who sees her...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">"We ask that you would touch <a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/jennifernorbie">Jenny's</a> body..." </span><span style="font-family: Verdana;"></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">ί α τ ρ ς</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Physician,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">"Touch her with Your healing power."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-large;"><em>Yahweh Rophe</em></span><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">The Lord Who Heals,</span></em><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">"Speak life, strength and healing on her behalf".</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-large;"><strong>Amen</strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Hearing this, Jesus said to Jairus,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;"> <span style="color: red;">"Don't be afraid; just believe, and she will be healed". </span></span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana;">Luke 8:50</span><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">~Amen</span></div>Annettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10727798025436838525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084708313922362603.post-13435902994607131532011-03-05T18:57:00.000-06:002011-03-05T18:57:52.691-06:00::wrestling:::<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8ls9xcHyT1tHZEfqN9xT_Jw4cjNdOViOR65D4G-rOFJXpzj_nwV_YvCxC7cSAsZ56NiJU2L1BRbvjaQv3MelIQHqU3SlI2PQASzeFbiOdXYnqFwBf1y-DNtrc6JWmse8JQSLwPq6EpiE/s1600/wrestling+with+God1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8ls9xcHyT1tHZEfqN9xT_Jw4cjNdOViOR65D4G-rOFJXpzj_nwV_YvCxC7cSAsZ56NiJU2L1BRbvjaQv3MelIQHqU3SlI2PQASzeFbiOdXYnqFwBf1y-DNtrc6JWmse8JQSLwPq6EpiE/s320/wrestling+with+God1.jpg" width="207" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><strong><em>"Then Jacob was left alone, and a man wrested with him until daybreak." Genesis 32:24</em></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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I have ALWAYS struggled with prayer. No secret there. And it is not that I don't believe in prayer. I do. I do. I do. <br />
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But I am critical by nature and I have been known to judge the church and religious tradition harshly...<br />
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What I've witnessed in church and heard as others share their "outloud" prayers has always fallen flat to my ears and my heart. Nothing but sanitized salutations in my opinion.<br />
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Okay, I had to take a break from this. What I am trying to say is really not coming out well and I am getting too worried about offending people...<br />
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Here it is. Prayer in my life does not exist in the WORD realm. I wish it did. I long for verbal eloquence or beautifully scripted prose...but sadly that is not how I am wired when it comes to prayer. It has taken me a long time to figure this out. <br />
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Since I don't pray like I've historically witnessed others to do I figured that I was flawed, just another short-coming. So prayer fell into the realm of bowling. Yes, I said "bowling". I suck at bowling; therefore, I do not bowl...and since I didn't pray appropriately, I never openly prayed for others.<br />
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Well about 2-3 weeks ago, I woke up in the middle of the night (which I rarely do) and felt the oddest emotional, heart-gut wrenching compulsion that I was to pray for Jenny & Luke Norbie. Now I hardly know either one of them. I worked with Luke for a short time many years ago and I don't believe that I have ever directly spoken to Jenny. So this was very odd. So in the middle of the night I lay in bed weeping, arguing, crying out...for healing, hope and mercy.<br />
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A lot of times when I pray out of my heart-gut it is not pretty. I cry. I rage. I stomp my feet. I do lots of things that I'd rather not let people see or hear...<br />
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AND honestly, when I see the FaceBook petitions for prayer I cringe a little...it is just not me. You know the FB entry that looks like this:<br />
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"Praying....Praying...Praying!" <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;">Okay, Jen & Luke need prayer. AND I am going to embrace social media and take up their cause. Please check out their CaringBridge site: <a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/jennifernorbie">Click Here</a> </span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;">They are currently in California and asking that a specific prayer be lifted on their behalf. So this is easy folks you don't even have to invent the words...</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"><em>"Father God we thank you that you have provided redemption and healing through the precious blood of your Son, Jesus. God we ask that you would touch Jenny's body with your healing power. God we speak life, strength on her behalf. Amen"</em></span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Biblical prayer is impertinent, persistent, shameless, indecorous. It is more like haggling in an outdoor bazaar than the polite monologues of the church"~Walter Wink</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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