<?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-2566457272589281657</id><updated>2012-01-31T14:57:48.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Digging For Pearls</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>577</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-3589169683284225728</id><published>2012-01-31T14:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T14:57:05.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Step of Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"If the LORD delights in a man’s way, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;he makes his steps firm; &lt;br /&gt;though he stumble, he will not fall, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;for the LORD upholds him with his hand."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Psalm 37:23-24&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I guide you in the way of wisdom &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and lead you along straight paths. &lt;br /&gt;When you walk, your steps will not be hampered; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;when you run, you will not stumble. &lt;br /&gt;Hold on to instruction, do not let it go; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;guard it well, for it is your life."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Proverbs 4:11-13&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"In his heart a man plans his course, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;but the LORD determines his steps."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Proverbs 16:9&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I can't help but think about the faith of various people throughout scripture. Abraham as he started on the trek to sacrifice his beloved son Isaac; Moses as he headed back to Egypt to lead the Israelites to the promised land; and the disciples as they chose to follow Christ's teachings despite persecution. Throughout the Bible there are continuous examples of men and women who lived out their faith and followed what God called them to do. So too, Christ calls us to step out in faith and trust Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Dictionary.com defines faith as '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="cursor: default;"&gt;confidence&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="cursor: default;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="cursor: default;"&gt;trust&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="cursor: default;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="cursor: default;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="cursor: default;"&gt;person&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="cursor: default;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="cursor: pointer;"&gt;thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="cursor: default;"&gt;belief&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="cursor: default;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="cursor: default;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="cursor: default;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="cursor: default;"&gt;based&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="cursor: default;"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="cursor: pointer;"&gt;proof.' Faith re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;quires trust even when we can't see or know what the result will be. The easy way would be to not progress forward, but this can lead to becoming stagnant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I pray I will live my life like those who have gone before me - not afraid to step out in faith and follow God's calling, no matter how difficult it may seem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-3589169683284225728?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/3589169683284225728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=3589169683284225728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/3589169683284225728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/3589169683284225728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2012/01/step-of-faith.html' title='A Step of Faith'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-8356512625905470115</id><published>2012-01-11T13:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T13:53:47.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of a Word of Encouragement</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="color: purple;"&gt;"A word aptly spoken &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;is like apples of gold in settings of silver." Proverbs 25:11&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For months I've been crippled from moving forward - stagnant and unable to see past some criticism I received. Those words caused me to question a call I know God placed on my life. I didn't deny or reject God's calling, but was paralyzed to break free from the shroud of doubt and move forward. I knew I needed to get past the situation, but seemed immobilized. I had the image of drowning and reaching out for a hand to help pull me above the abyss, but finding none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words of affirmation and encouragement from my husband and friends didn't penetrate the fog I found myself in the middle of. I prayed and prayed, but still no direction or answers or leadings. I was at an impasse. Then yesterday I received words of affirmation from a colleague. They weren't much different from what I had been hearing from my support system, but for some reason it finally broke through and changed my outlook on the situation. Since then, creativity and ideas are flowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a blessing to receive a word of encouragement when I needed it the most. My friend Sandra's words were aptly spoken, like apples of gold in settings of silver. May I look for those opportunities to speak words of encouragement in a dark situation to those I meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Sandra. This one's for you! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-8356512625905470115?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/8356512625905470115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=8356512625905470115' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/8356512625905470115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/8356512625905470115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2012/01/power-of-word-of-encouragement.html' title='The Power of a Word of Encouragement'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-4522904606979880073</id><published>2012-01-01T16:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T16:40:54.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Thoughts - Part Two</title><content type='html'>A fresh pallet, a blank page, an open calendar, with days stretched before us, awaiting God's touch in our lives. May 2012 be a year of new opportunities and horizons. A chance to stretch and grow in our faith. Another moment of choosing to rest in God's presence and to be the person He desires for us to be. May this be the year we draw in a deeper and closer relationship with our Heavenly Father. He's reaching out....will you answer His call?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-4522904606979880073?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/4522904606979880073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=4522904606979880073' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/4522904606979880073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/4522904606979880073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year-thoughts-part-two.html' title='New Year Thoughts - Part Two'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-3522028319979306113</id><published>2011-12-28T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T21:52:13.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Year Thoughts - Part One</title><content type='html'>The past week or so, my thoughts already have been ruminating over the past year and looking ahead to 2012. I've been praying in regards to the New Year and what and where my focus should be concentrated. It's hard to believe how quickly 2011 has gone by and soon will be coming to a close. I pray God uses me in a mighty way in the New Year. The next couple days will be spent in prayer and reflection as I continue to see His will for 2012. What ways do you hope God will use you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-3522028319979306113?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/3522028319979306113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=3522028319979306113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/3522028319979306113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/3522028319979306113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/12/end-of-year-thoughts-part-one.html' title='End of Year Thoughts - Part One'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-5662617347433538787</id><published>2011-12-13T09:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T09:43:29.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Squeeze - A Modern Day Parable</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:WordDocument&gt;   &lt;w:View&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:Zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:PunctuationKerning/&gt;   &lt;w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/&gt;   &lt;w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:Compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:BreakWrappedTables/&gt;    &lt;w:SnapToGridInCell/&gt;    &lt;w:WrapTextWithPunct/&gt;    &lt;w:UseAsianBreakRules/&gt;    &lt;w:DontGrowAutofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:BrowserLevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt; /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;}&lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;A parable of fruit bearing.  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Two men were eager to produce a batch of wine to send to the stores. The first wine maker bought the latest and greatest wine press. He chaffed, waiting for the grapes to ferment. Finally they were ready. He dumped all the grapes into the wine press, overlooking the stems and some spoiled fruit, figuring it wouldn’t make a difference in the taste. He cranked the press as hard as he could, to make sure not one drop of juice remained in the fruit. When the beverage was bottled, he took a glass and sipped on his accomplishment. The man grimaced, surprised at the bitter taste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The second man pulled out an old wine press that had been passed down through his family for generations. As the grapes fermented he picked through them with care, removing stems, dirt, and rotten fruit. Only the best remained. He poured the succulent berries into the basket press, and manually applied pressure to the fruit, being careful not to crush the seeds. Once the process was completed, he poured a glass of the wine and took a sip. He smiled at the delightful flavor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;"Each tree is recognized by its own fruit. People do not pick figs from thornbushes, or grapes from briers.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="woj"&gt;The good man brings good things out of the good stored up in his heart,  and the evil man brings evil things out of the evil stored up in his  heart. For out of the overflow of his heart his mouth speaks." Luke 6:44-45&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;What words and actions have been overflowing from your heart (and mouth), especially when you are stressed or under pressure?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-5662617347433538787?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/5662617347433538787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=5662617347433538787' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/5662617347433538787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/5662617347433538787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/12/great-squeeze-modern-day-parable.html' title='The Great Squeeze - A Modern Day Parable'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-2820831607331418985</id><published>2011-12-04T17:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T17:26:36.032-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For I Will Yet Praise Him!.....Food For Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why are you downcast, O my soul? &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Why so disturbed within me? &lt;br /&gt;Put your hope in God, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;for I will yet praise him, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;my Savior and my God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Psalm 43:5&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13;"&gt;This topic continues to be on my heart...praising God. It's easy to praise God when things are going the way we desire. But what about when we face those rough times - the death of a loved one, a child who chooses to go in ways opposite of our faith, an accident, health problems, etc.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Over the weekend my husband and I were discussing this truth. So often we breathe a prayer of "Thank you Lord for a green traffic light, thank you for allowing me this promotion...." But sometimes I can't help but wonder if the things we count as the Lord working, is more so our own selfish thinking. What if we're praising God for a green light, when another Christian is coming from the opposite direction and they have the red light? Do they grumble and complain about having to stop, or do they too choose to thank the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Ephesians 5:20 instructs us, "&lt;i&gt;always giving thanks to God the Father for everything, in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ."&lt;/i&gt; Today during our Sunday School class a couple received word that there house was on fire. They left in a hurry, and we all started praying. It turned out to be a false alarm, their chimney was pouring excessive smoke from their wood stove, but everything was all right. One our way home from church we stopped to check on them. We all commented about "Praise God it wasn't anything other than having to deal with a broken window from where the firemen had to break in to check on things." Don't get me wrong, I'm thankful they didn't have any issues. But it made me think. How often do we praise God in the good times, and forget to also praise Him in the bad times? It's often those struggles which draw us closer to God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13;"&gt;So, how are you doing on the journey of praising God in all circumstances?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-2820831607331418985?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/2820831607331418985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=2820831607331418985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/2820831607331418985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/2820831607331418985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/12/for-i-will-yet-praise-himfood-for.html' title='For I Will Yet Praise Him!.....Food For Thought'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-2724151250648298762</id><published>2011-11-30T11:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T11:48:55.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Discerning God's Voice</title><content type='html'>I lead a ladies Bible study group and we are currently working our way through Lysa TerKeurst's &lt;i&gt;What Happens When Women Say Yes to God&lt;/i&gt; book and DVD. Last night's session included Lysa's story of God prompting her to adopt two boys from Africa. One of the topics of discussion was, "How do you hear from God?" and "Does God speak like He did to Lysa or is that just for the real spiritual people?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These questions got my thoughts percolating. As we are actively seeking God, He speaks to us in so many ways - while we are reading His Word, in prayer and meditation, that still small voice prompts us to drop a note to someone, to offer a smile, or word of encouragement... The list could go on and on. I think God is constantly speaking to us throughout our day, our problem could be whether or not we are taking the time to listen, or is His voice being drowned out by our 'to do' list, the TV, busyness, etc. The more we obey these inner promptings, the more likely we'll 'catch' it when God speaks into our lives about the bigger things we are facing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of like a conversation I had with a church choir member on Sunday. She was asking how my eyes are doing since my laser procedures this summer, and whether or not the pressure has reduced. At this point I don't know the answer to those questions, and won't find out until late January. This woman shared the scripture, " Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God." (Phil 4:6) She mentioned how our lives should be an act of continual thankfulness. Not necessarily, "Thank God for this cancer, or thank God for these struggles, but more so living a life of thankfulness." I can't help but believe this plays a part in our hearing from God. The more we are noticing those blessings, and thanking Him, and turning our eyes and hearts toward Him, the more we'll hear His voice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-2724151250648298762?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/2724151250648298762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=2724151250648298762' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/2724151250648298762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/2724151250648298762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/11/discerning-gods-voice.html' title='Discerning God&apos;s Voice'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-8892661246482486751</id><published>2011-10-31T15:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T15:58:32.732-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow and Paint</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cleanse me with hyssop, and I will be clean; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;wash me, and I will be whiter than snow.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Psalm 51:7&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend and I spent the past week or so working on painting my oldest son's former bedroom. Before we started painting, the walls were filled with scuffs, blemishes and spackling patches. The walls were in pretty sad shape. But all it took was a coat of primer to cover all those blemishes and make the wall sparkling new again. As we painted that day, adding color to the walls after the primer dried, I was reminded again of how Christ washes our sins away when we give them to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this past weekend when we had 10-12 inches of fresh snowfall, this image again came to mind. I'm so thankful for a God who forgives us, turning our sinful hearts into ones washed cleaned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-8892661246482486751?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/8892661246482486751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=8892661246482486751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/8892661246482486751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/8892661246482486751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/10/snow-and-paint.html' title='Snow and Paint'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-9024891800313352416</id><published>2011-10-31T15:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T15:42:50.121-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Deeply Devoted by Maggie Brendan</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Deeply Devoted&lt;/i&gt; by Maggie Brendan is a delightful read about a mail order bride, Catharine Olsen, from Amsterdam, Holland. She arrives in Cheyenne, Wyoming to marry the man she's been exchanging letters with, Peter Andersen. Catharine hopes he won't mind she brought along her two younger sisters, her mother's Blue Willow tea set, and a past full of heartbreak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Struggling whether or not to share her past, Catharine also must contend with Peter's mother who seems intent on sabotaging their marriage. She lives in fear that Peter or his mother will discover her secrets before she's ready to share them. Will Peter love her when he finds out the truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed reading this book with a new twist on the mail order bride era of American history. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;This book was provided free for review by Revell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-9024891800313352416?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/9024891800313352416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=9024891800313352416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/9024891800313352416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/9024891800313352416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/10/deeply-devoted-by-maggie-brendan.html' title='Deeply Devoted by Maggie Brendan'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-1402821630678190627</id><published>2011-10-31T15:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T15:10:52.207-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas at Barncastle Inn</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Christmas at Barncastle Inn&lt;/i&gt; is a collection of four stories that take place at a Victorian bed and breakfast set in Vermont. The first story, &lt;i&gt;Love Comes to the Castle &lt;/i&gt;by Susan Page Davis follows Jayne Barncastle as she wavers on the decision to purchase the inn from her parents and provide specialized Christmas celebrations for families. The Dillards are her first opportunity to test whether or not her entrepreneurial idea will work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Christmas Duets&lt;/i&gt; by Lynette Sowell tells the story of two sisters who are trying to recreate the World War II era with hopes of bringing their grandparents back together after an estrangement. Marcella Gordeau and Amity Carruthers decide to perform songs from &lt;i&gt;White Christmas&lt;/i&gt;. What they didn't count on was their grandfather bringing along Sean McSweeney, the man they feel is partially responsible for their grandparents split-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Where Your Heart Is&lt;/i&gt; by Janelle Mowery weaves the tale of Stephanie Minter, nanny to the Tolliver siblings. She hopes to recreate a swashbuckling Christmas for the children. Stephanie wasn't anticipating Matthew Raynor to be part of the Barncastle Inn staff, the man she walked out on years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;First Christmas&lt;/i&gt; by Darlene Franklin follows unwed mother Waverly Coe, veterinary assistant to Alec Ross as they work together as animal specialists at Barncastle Inn for their production of the first Christmas. Waverly's long time crush on the veterinarian still burns, although she feel unworthy of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this collection of four different Christmas mini-novels a delightful read, and highly encourage others to pick up a copy. Snuggle up with this book as you prepare for the holidays. You won't be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;This book was provided free for review by Barbour Publishing, Inc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-1402821630678190627?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/1402821630678190627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=1402821630678190627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/1402821630678190627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/1402821630678190627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/10/christmas-at-barncastle-inn.html' title='Christmas at Barncastle Inn'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-5943275732259197384</id><published>2011-10-19T13:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T13:40:46.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons and Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There is a time for everything, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and a season for every activity under heaven: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; a time to be born and a time to die, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;a time to plant and a time to uproot, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;a time to kill and a time to heal, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;a time to tear down and a time to build, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;a time to weep and a time to laugh, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;a time to mourn and a time to dance, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;a time to embrace and a time to refrain, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;a time to search and a time to give up, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;a time to keep and a time to throw away, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;a time to tear and a time to mend, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;a time to be silent and a time to speak, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;a time to love and a time to hate, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;a time for war and a time for peace.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ecclesiastes 3:1-8&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Ever feel like you're stuck in a rut and you can't get out of it, no matter how hard you try? Perhaps you made your way a foot or two higher in the hole, only to slide back down, maybe deeper than you already were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I love this scripture from Ecclesiastes which describes the different seasons of life we experience. As I read through the verses, so many of them depict the season of life I see set before me. I find myself excited about the future and what God has in store for me and my family. It's time to move on to a new season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-5943275732259197384?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/5943275732259197384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=5943275732259197384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/5943275732259197384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/5943275732259197384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/10/seasons-and-changes.html' title='Seasons and Changes'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-4547936629214197709</id><published>2011-10-17T15:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T15:01:06.345-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Start</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already been made  perfect, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took  hold of me. Brothers, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one  thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is  ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus. Philippians 3:12-14&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I realize it's been quite a while since I've regularly posted on my blog. This fall has been a blur for me. Things have been exceptionally busy with being my son's senior year of homeschooling. Then throw in there finalizing editing my novel, dealing with laser procedures on my eyes, working on preparing a bedroom for cleaning, painting, and turned into a different use, a mini-vacation to the Poconos and the struggle of an ongoing stomach virus, and you have the formula for what the past two months have looked like. I'm thankful for each new day and how we can forget what is behind and strain toward what is ahead. This is where I am right now - straining toward what is ahead. I think it has a nice ring. No pressure from the past, but instead the chance to start fresh and new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;At times it's tempting to look back and lament at missed opportunities, etc. But for now I'm thankful for the chance to have my gaze forward, anticipating what God has in store around the corner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-4547936629214197709?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/4547936629214197709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=4547936629214197709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/4547936629214197709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/4547936629214197709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/10/new-start.html' title='A New Start'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-5013467791145645795</id><published>2011-10-01T10:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T10:29:17.002-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Winner of Captive Trail</title><content type='html'>Congratulations to Janice. You are the winner of Captive Trail by Susan Page Davis. I'll make sure you get it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-5013467791145645795?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/5013467791145645795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=5013467791145645795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/5013467791145645795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/5013467791145645795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/10/winner-of-captive-trail.html' title='Winner of Captive Trail'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-2817634312893517448</id><published>2011-09-23T10:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T10:54:47.911-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Footsteps</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;"This is the genealogy of Noah. Noah was a just man, perfect in his generations. Noah walked with God." Genesis 6:9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I read this verse in my devotions yesterday and it has stuck with me ever since then. I particularly was interested that Noah was a just man and that he walked with God. Wow! What a role model to his generation and to ours too. Dictionary.com defines just as '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default;"&gt;guided&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default;"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default;"&gt;truth,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default;"&gt;reason,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default;"&gt;justice,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: black; cursor: pointer;"&gt;fairness.' What a compliment was paid to Noah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: black; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: black; cursor: pointer;"&gt;I like the fact that it says he walked with God. That reminds me of Adam and Eve in the garden of Eden - walking and talking with God each day. We each have this ability for communion with God too, as long as we choose to access that line of communication. The line is always open and available, never busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: black; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: black; cursor: pointer;"&gt;As I think about Noah, it also causes me to pause and wonder what footsteps am I leaving behind for my children and others I relate to to follow. I pray I can walk like Noah - to be a just woman who walks with God and others know it by my life. My heart's desire is to follow my Lord and Savior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-2817634312893517448?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/2817634312893517448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=2817634312893517448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/2817634312893517448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/2817634312893517448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/09/footsteps.html' title='Footsteps'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-5549898822814916250</id><published>2011-09-21T14:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T14:11:41.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer and Praises</title><content type='html'>I can't believe September is almost 3/4 over already. My days seem to be a whirl lately. The first half of the month was spent finalizing my manuscript. Whew! I breathed a sigh of relief when I officially called it completed....at least for now and mailed it off. The past week or so has been a flurry of trying to get caught up with everything else that has been on hold the past few months - definitely not something accomplished in a short period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I had a laser procedure on my right eye, trying to reduce the pressure. Tomorrow I'll be having the same procedure on my left eye. Hopefully it will help. I found it much more painful this time. I had the same thing performed last year too. I also have experienced a bit more blurriness too. So I pray it will make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I praise God for His strength and help even when we are weary and burdened. I admit to being nervous at times, especially if they can't come up with a way to reduce my eye pressure, it could very well lead to glaucoma. But through it all, I'm learning more about relying upon God. He's always there for us. I'm so thankful....I'd be lost without him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-5549898822814916250?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/5549898822814916250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=5549898822814916250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/5549898822814916250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/5549898822814916250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/09/prayer-and-praises.html' title='Prayer and Praises'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-4680822422064176456</id><published>2011-09-19T15:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T15:27:16.669-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Captive Trail by Susan Page Davis</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I've read a historical fiction book describing the life of white hostages in an Indian camp. I found &lt;i&gt;Captive Trail&lt;/i&gt; by Susan Page Davis to be a delightful read. It tells the story of Taabe Waipu who was taken captive as a young child. She lived in a Comanche village for over twelve years, but had never fully forgotten her former life. When the opportunity arises, Taabe escapes, trying to find her family. A fall from her horse causes grave injuries. Her life begins a whirlwind of changes when stagecoach driver Ned Bright discovers her, along with nuns from the Ursuline Mission. They work together to for clues to her families whereabouts - only problem is Taabe doesn't remember English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a wonderful book in the Texas Trails series about the Morgan Family. I highly recommend it and am looking forward to reading the others in this series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;This book was provided free for review by Moody Publishers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*** Don't forget, if you are interested in reading this book I have an extra copy to give away. Just leave a comment on any post in September and you'll be entered into the drawing. Winner will be announced on October 1st.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-4680822422064176456?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/4680822422064176456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=4680822422064176456' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/4680822422064176456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/4680822422064176456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/09/captive-trail-by-susan-page-davis.html' title='Captive Trail by Susan Page Davis'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-690138093178457756</id><published>2011-09-19T15:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T15:05:39.161-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jewel of Persia by Roseanna M. White</title><content type='html'>I had the distinct pleasure of reading &lt;i&gt;Jewel of Persia&lt;/i&gt; by Roseanna M. White. This author is an expert story-weaver. Her novel is set during the time of Esther in the Bible, and a little before Esther becomes queen. It follows Esther and her dear friend Kasia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way Roseanna wove fictional and historical characters in her tale, telling what it would have been like to be married to a king. I highly recommend this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;This book was provided free for review by White Fire Publishing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-690138093178457756?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/690138093178457756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=690138093178457756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/690138093178457756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/690138093178457756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/09/jewel-of-persia-by-roseanna-m-white.html' title='Jewel of Persia by Roseanna M. White'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-7912543084792143077</id><published>2011-09-15T23:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T23:27:12.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chance to Win a Free Book</title><content type='html'>I'm half way through reading Susan Page Davis' new book entitled &lt;em&gt;Captive Trail&lt;/em&gt;. It's set in Texas in 1857. I'll be writing a book review once I've finished it. Would you like to win a copy? I've been given an extra book as a giveaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave a comment on any blog post in between now and September 30th for your chance to win a copy. I'll announce the winner on October 1st. The more you comment, the more opportunities to win. Be sure to include your email address so I can contact you. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-7912543084792143077?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/7912543084792143077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=7912543084792143077' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/7912543084792143077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/7912543084792143077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/09/chance-to-win-free-book.html' title='Chance to Win a Free Book'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-4190277862092409908</id><published>2011-09-15T21:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T21:50:06.911-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessing Upon Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-size: large;"&gt;"Surely you have granted him unending blessings &lt;br /&gt;and made him glad with the joy of your presence." Psalm 21:6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;It's been a week of blessings in so many ways. Last Saturday we had a wonderful time visiting with my husband's family. It had been almost fourteen years since I had the opportunity to visit with his aunts. We had a great time catching up with each other. We also were able to spend time with my in-laws and my husband's grandmother. I was reminded of the blessing of family. We came home from our visit with our hearts full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Monday evening I had a great time out with my Bible study ladies. We ate dinner together and had fun sharing our hearts. They always cause me to laugh and come away feeling blessed. These women are precious to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Tuesday was a harder day for me, with having a laser procedure on my right eye. I had the same thing a year ago, but it was much more painful this time. I have several risk factors for glaucoma -&amp;nbsp;high pressure in my eyes, am extremely near sighted, have thin corneas and also a high amount of pigment in my eyes. The one positive thing from this day was my dear friend drove my to the appointment and kept me company as we waited in the waiting room. She's such a blessing to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Wednesday I was able to finalize my submission for a writing contest. What a blessing to see my year of writing and&amp;nbsp;researching come to full culmination. God blessed me in so many ways through lots of different people in this long process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Today I spent most of the time with my dear friend who took me to the eye doctor earlier this week. We went to a local food discount store and then returned to her house for lunch and a time of visiting together. She is such a special woman to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;This evening I prepared a special candlelit dinner for me and my husband. Then we sat down to enjoy popcorn and a movie in our living room. He is my very best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;I can't help but reflect on the many blessings God bestows upon us each day, even in the midst of difficult times. If you look hard enough, you'll find those blessings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-4190277862092409908?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/4190277862092409908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=4190277862092409908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/4190277862092409908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/4190277862092409908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/09/blessing-upon-blessing.html' title='Blessing Upon Blessing'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-465369362268588659</id><published>2011-08-18T11:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T11:22:43.462-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flurry of Activity</title><content type='html'>I can tell its getting closer to fall. There's been a flurry of activity at my two bird feeders lately. It's to the point where I'm having to fill them both almost every day. This is the time of year when the birds begin to eat more in preparation for the long winter ahead. It brings me hope of cooler temperatures on their way, and snow ahead. Love those winter days of sitting inside, watching the snowfall and the birds congregating on the feeders. What a blessing the change of seasons are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-465369362268588659?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/465369362268588659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=465369362268588659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/465369362268588659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/465369362268588659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/08/flurry-of-activity.html' title='Flurry of Activity'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-3205700765100507804</id><published>2011-08-15T15:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T15:30:16.877-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Communion and Communication</title><content type='html'>Sorry it's been a while since my last post. The past several weeks have been pretty intense with edits of my historical novel I've written - over 87,000 words and 335 pages. Whew! There still is more needing accomplished, but decided to take a short break from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain has been mulling over some ideas lately. Several times when I've been out with my husband I've noticed people constantly on their cell phones, or some sort of electronic devise. I can't help but feel God designed us to seek and need communication with others. I personally feel the person to person is what God had in mind. But lately people seem to be content with communication via technology. I'm not saying they are wrong or evil, but often take place of the importance of face to fave conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of all this technology, I wonder whether people have become so consumed with this form of communication that they don't allow room for communion with God. To me, it's a reminder of the need to set alone some quiet time to hear God's voice. So turn off all of your electronic devices for an hour, and spend some time with your heavenly Father. He's waiting to hear from you. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-3205700765100507804?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/3205700765100507804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=3205700765100507804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/3205700765100507804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/3205700765100507804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/08/communion-and-communication.html' title='Communion and Communication'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-8760873271048137764</id><published>2011-07-29T14:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T14:18:13.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking a Break</title><content type='html'>It's been a hot summer in PA. I'm not a summer person. My favorite season is winter, and yes, I love the snow. I don't do well with heat and humidity. I don't know if it's because I'm getting older, or what. But, there is one thing about summer that I do enjoy - extended time with my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past several years our sons have helped with a local Christian camp, and have been gone for about six weeks during the summer months. Although we miss them, it also is a great time to reconnect with my spouse. It allows us to see a small glimpse of life in the empty nest, and it looks pretty fine! :) We never seem to lack something to do, or somewhere to go, and also enjoy hanging out together at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also enjoy the alone time throughout the day, while my husband is at work. I'm able to concentrate on projects that I don't have as much freedom to work on during the school year, especially since we are a homeschooling family. (One year left to go!) I never get bored being home. It's my favorite place to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past weeks have been spent editing my novel. I'm almost half way through it. It's a long, tedious process, requiring a lot of time and concentration. Today I'm taking a break from it...not because I desire to, but other things are more pressing - like a writing lesson due tomorrow and a homeschool article due on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some breaks are needed because other things need to be addressed. Other times, it's healthy to take a break and just relax. When's the last time you took a needed break?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-8760873271048137764?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/8760873271048137764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=8760873271048137764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/8760873271048137764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/8760873271048137764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/07/taking-break.html' title='Taking a Break'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-1043353358954341593</id><published>2011-07-21T19:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T19:18:43.121-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trading Friends</title><content type='html'>The other day I was at the park with my friend, her granddaughter and great niece. The girls are five and six years old and were playing in the splash ground area with a bunch of other local children. My friend and I chatted until her great niece stood beside us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She traded me for another friend," she complained, referring to the granddaughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but laugh at the expression. It's not often you year 'trading friends' as if you were a baseball player, or perhaps exchanging sports cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was frustrated that the girl had gone off to play with other children. She could only see things from her perspective. She didn't realize they would soon both go home and have time together. Their friendship hadn't changed in any way, just a new element had been introduced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful that my God and my friends are faithful. They won't trade me when I do something stupid. Instead they come alongside me and love me anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-1043353358954341593?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/1043353358954341593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=1043353358954341593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/1043353358954341593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/1043353358954341593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/07/trading-friends.html' title='Trading Friends'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-6529754583500748217</id><published>2011-07-12T16:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T16:22:06.261-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting to Know You</title><content type='html'>I had the pleasure of going out for lunch today with two sisters. It was quite experience for me to see these two in action. Although they both are very different from each other, they have a common bond that draws them together. As we rode in the car, it tickled me to hear them finishing each other's sentences. I've never experienced something like this, since I grew up with two older brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They shared that when they were younger they were as different as night and day, but now it's clear to see they are best friends. They still have their different personalities, but share a closeness they didn't have in childhood. In some ways it reminded me of the marriage relationship. The longer I've been married to my husband, the more we think alike. I know how he'll respond in a certain situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite old movies, is My Fair Lady. I especially think of the song about 'Getting to Know You.' The more we get to know Christ, the more we desire to be like Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-6529754583500748217?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/6529754583500748217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=6529754583500748217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/6529754583500748217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/6529754583500748217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/07/getting-to-know-you.html' title='Getting to Know You'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-6655901376854921349</id><published>2011-07-06T17:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T17:07:44.269-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fine-Toothed Comb</title><content type='html'>I'm in the process of editing/rewriting my historical novel which I completed in early February. Even though the initial story is down on paper, I'm now using a fine-toothed comb to go through each word to polish and perfect it. At times I can edit a sentence at a glance, but others require word by word study and perusal. I'm finding it takes intense concentration and may seem tedious to some. The process is slow, but I'm enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This verse came to mind this afternoon while I was working. &lt;i style="color: purple;"&gt;"For verily I say unto you, Till heaven and earth pass, one jot or one  tittle shall in no wise pass from the law, till all be fulfilled." Matthew 5:18&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; I'm thankful that God's Word remains unchangeable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-6655901376854921349?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/6655901376854921349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=6655901376854921349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/6655901376854921349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/6655901376854921349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/07/fine-toothed-comb.html' title='Fine-Toothed Comb'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-8455891541534163927</id><published>2011-07-05T14:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T14:25:45.444-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Member of BA - Bookaholics Annonymous</title><content type='html'>All right, there is no such thing as Bookaholics Anonymous, at least as far as I know. And if there was, I guess I likely wouldn't be a member of it, since I can't seem to get away from my enjoyment of books. :) There is something about each book that is different - the color, size, shape, thickness of the pages, scent, and of course topics. I find myself quite taken with books. Ask anyone who has been to my home, and they will attest to the number of bookcases we have overloaded with books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this topic comes to mind, since I donated over eleven grocery bags full of educational books to a local used bookstore over the weekend. I had to clear off some shelves to make room for having another bookcase upstairs. My arms still feel the affects from carrying said books up and downstairs in our home. I laugh as I write this and look at a Willow Tree figurine I recently won in a contest with Martha Rogers blog. It's a figure of a girl, hugging a book to her chest and its called 'Love of Learning.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in today's mail, a box of books arrived from Amazon. One book is a school book for my son for this fall. Likely the last school book I will need to buy for him since he will be a senior. Two of the books are writing books, and one is true stories of mail-order brides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of all the books I've read through the years, and there have been many, the one that I continue to read and always return to each day is God's word. &lt;i&gt;"Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path." Psalm 119:105&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; Only God's word provides daily nourishment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-8455891541534163927?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/8455891541534163927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=8455891541534163927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/8455891541534163927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/8455891541534163927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-member-of-ba-bookaholics-annonymous.html' title='I&apos;m a Member of BA - Bookaholics Annonymous'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-1339554520872021209</id><published>2011-06-28T17:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T17:04:08.281-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping Fears In Check</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind." 2 Timothy1:7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;This verse has been playing through my mind the past couple days, as I remind myself to not give into the fears that can so easily ensnare us and pull us down. Satan is quick to plant those ideas and concerns into our thoughts when we least expect it.&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; Jesus often admonished his disciples and those who listened to his words, to not fear, but instead trust Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;He knows what we are going through, and desires for us to grow in our trust of Him. He desires what is best for us, even if we don't always understand the struggles we face. Do you need to step out in faith today, trusting God will catch you and provide a way? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-1339554520872021209?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/1339554520872021209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=1339554520872021209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/1339554520872021209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/1339554520872021209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/06/keeping-fears-in-check.html' title='Keeping Fears In Check'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-7646485074511225849</id><published>2011-06-24T12:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T12:42:59.364-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring for Susannah by Catherine Richmond</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Spring for Susannah&lt;/i&gt;, Catherine Richmond's debut book is an insightful glimpse into the heart of God in His unconditional love and pursuit for us. I found it to be a delightful reminder of the confidence we find only through Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susannah Underhill arrives in Dakota territory, a mail-order bride married by proxy to Jesse Mason. She is shy and fearful that Jesse will send her back to Detroit if she isn't a dutiful wife. Susannah struggles with unworthiness of her husband's love, and God's and can't understand her husband's love and patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the trials and troubles they face with life on a land wrought with struggles, will Jesse's love and God's shine through and break through the barriers Susannah has built around her heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information about the blog tour, kindle giveaway and Facebook party, follow this link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://litfusegroup.com/blogtours/text/13347248"&gt;http://litfusegroup.com/blogtours/text/13347248&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;This book was provided free for review by Thomas Nelson. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-7646485074511225849?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/7646485074511225849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=7646485074511225849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/7646485074511225849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/7646485074511225849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/06/spring-for-susannah-by-catherine.html' title='Spring for Susannah by Catherine Richmond'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-4378639255831687656</id><published>2011-06-10T15:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T15:05:31.129-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabin on Pinto Creek by A.J. Hawke</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Cabin on Pinto Creek&lt;/i&gt; by A.J. Hawke tells the story of twenty-five year old cowboy Elisha Evans who's always dreamed of owning a ranch of his own. Down on his luck, and forced to beg for food makes his goal seem unreachable in the near future. When he agreed to be a line rider with the J Bar C Ranch, he didn't realize what opportunities lay ahead of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susana Jamison is traveling with her grandfather when they run into problems with their wagon. Her future looks uncertain until a certain cowboy comes to their aid. Can Susana follow her grandfather's instructions and marry a complete stranger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this book to be a fun story and recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book was provided for review by Mountain Quest Publishing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-4378639255831687656?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/4378639255831687656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=4378639255831687656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/4378639255831687656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/4378639255831687656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/06/cabin-on-pinto-creek-by-aj-hawke.html' title='Cabin on Pinto Creek by A.J. Hawke'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-7118380703044978328</id><published>2011-06-10T14:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T14:30:16.412-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Vision of Lucy by Margaret Brownley</title><content type='html'>I recently finished reading Margaret Brownley's newest book entitled &lt;i&gt;A Vision of Lucy&lt;/i&gt;. This third and final book in the Rocky Creek series was a fun read. It tells the story of Lucy Fairbanks dream of becoming a photographer for the local newspaper, but trouble seems to find her as she looks for the perfect shot with her camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way Margaret uses wit and wisdom with each chapter, from &lt;i&gt;The Trials and Travails of a Woman Photographer by Miss Gertrude Hasslebrink, 1878.&lt;/i&gt; It's a delight to see what each chapter will bring in this saga of a young woman bent on making a mark with her photographs, and trying to win the approval of her father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book also explored topics dealing with the acceptance of being equal in God's eyes as David Wolf is introduced to the readers. This rustic man who lives outside of town is an enigma to Lucy, especially after he saves her from a hold-up and run-away stagecoach. She's determined to learn more about him. Will she open her eyes and camera lens to see what God has for her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book was provided for review by Thomas Nelson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-7118380703044978328?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/7118380703044978328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=7118380703044978328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/7118380703044978328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/7118380703044978328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/06/vision-of-lucy-by-margaret-brownley.html' title='A Vision of Lucy by Margaret Brownley'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-8191279799225502608</id><published>2011-06-03T15:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T15:42:23.994-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Choosing to Trust</title><content type='html'>It's been a challenge to keep up with my writing/blogging as of late due to health issues. It's been almost two months since I had surgery on my left shoulder. I feel I can safely say things are starting to progress with its recovery. My range of motion seems to increase bit by bit each week. The pain has subsided to more of a dull ache instead of sharp. Strength still remains an issue, but it will come with time and exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest concern as of late has been plaguing issues with my sciatic nerve. It's an issue I've had for the past 13-17 years, but usually can be avoided by not lying on the affected side. Unfortunately with having shoulder surgery, the only way for me to sleep at night is to be on the leg with sciatic history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the midst of all my health issues, my husband has been dealing with some of his own. Yesterday he found a deer tick on his leg, so we are praying it won't develop into Lyme disease. At times, the struggles we face can seem so overwhelming. But I have to remind myself not to focus on the circumstances, but choose to look to my Heavenly Father and trust Him. Some days I do pretty well with this...other days not so. I pray I will continue to grow in the area of trusting God and drawing closer to Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-8191279799225502608?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/8191279799225502608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=8191279799225502608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/8191279799225502608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/8191279799225502608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/06/choosing-to-trust.html' title='Choosing to Trust'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-1928913311939259009</id><published>2011-06-03T14:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T14:36:44.554-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To Win Her Heart by Karen Witemeyer</title><content type='html'>I recently read &lt;i&gt;To Win Her Heart&lt;/i&gt; by Karen Witemeyer and was gripped with the story she wove about a blacksmith and librarian. The book focused on the forgiveness and redemption we find through Christ. Despite the hurts and trials of our past, God is still able to reach beyond this, and provide healing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levi Grant comes to Spencer, Texas to fill the position as blacksmith. He is hesitant to reveal his recent release from time served in prison for an unintentional crime. Levi is a big man with a gentle heart. God has forgiven his past, but will the townspeople when they learn of his history?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eden Spencer has shared her own sets of pain and disappointments from her earlier life. She buries herself in running the town lending library. Eden has no intention of being attracted to any man. Will she be able to let go of the hurts and learn to trust again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed this tale of an unlikely duo. I was often moved to tears throughout the book as the author portrayed God's redemption and healing. I highly recommend this new saga from Karen Witemeyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book was provided free for review by Bethany House Publishers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-1928913311939259009?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/1928913311939259009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=1928913311939259009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/1928913311939259009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/1928913311939259009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/06/to-win-her-heart-by-karen-witemeyer.html' title='To Win Her Heart by Karen Witemeyer'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-5660899674698462900</id><published>2011-05-11T11:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T11:53:56.799-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Ponderings</title><content type='html'>Today I celebrate my 46th birthday. It seems hard to believe how quickly the years have passed. 41 years ago, I asked Jesus into my heart to rule. He has led me on an incredible journey since then. I've never regretted this decision for one moment. God is my strength and my shield. Never has that been more evident in my life, than the past several months. Don't get me wrong, He is always these things, but I've experienced it on a much deeper level recently. I'm so thankful that He never leaves me or abandons me. Christ is here with me, always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today as I'm celebrating my birthday, I'm also thankful for different things in my life. I'm so thankful for my dear husband. We've been married for over 23 years. Our sons are 20 and 17, and have blessed us in so many ways. I'm thankful for the opportunity to homeschool, having just completed my 15th year, with one remaining. I'm blessed by family and dear friends who have been so precious to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on with a list of my many blessings. Above everything else in my life, I'm thankful that God chose me and loves me. He is the reason I can celebrate today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-5660899674698462900?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/5660899674698462900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=5660899674698462900' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/5660899674698462900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/5660899674698462900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/05/birthday-ponderings.html' title='Birthday Ponderings'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-5166909377753727745</id><published>2011-05-04T10:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T10:46:35.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow's Garden by Amanda Cabot</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow's Garden by Amanda Cabot is the final saga of the Texas Dreams series. This was my first exposure to Amanda's writing and I found the book to be a delightful read. Amanda weaves the story of Harriet Kirk, a school teacher who recently relocated to Ladreville, Texas with her five&amp;nbsp; siblings. She leaves an unpleasant past, hoping for a new and brighter future in a new setting. Harriet has no thoughts of marriage, but is committed to rearing her younger brothers and sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Former Texas Ranger, Lawrence Wood, returns to the town only planning to fulfill his six-month contract as mayor and sheriff. He has no plans of becoming romantically interested in anyone. The town holds too many memories of his previous foolishness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed this novel and through reading it became interested in reading the first two books of the series to learn the stories of various townspeople.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book was provided for review by Revell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-5166909377753727745?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/5166909377753727745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=5166909377753727745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/5166909377753727745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/5166909377753727745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/05/tomorrows-garden-by-amanda-cabot.html' title='Tomorrow&apos;s Garden by Amanda Cabot'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-5252202617545735733</id><published>2011-04-28T13:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T13:40:17.717-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Weeks</title><content type='html'>It seems hard to believe that it's been three weeks since I had shoulder surgery. The procedure turned out to be much more than the surgeon anticipated, which means a slower recovery. I slowly am getting my strength back, but still tire out easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physical therapy three times a week leaves me pretty weary and sore. My pain level remains fairly high. I look forward to being able to do things again....hopefully soon. Right now the pain, limits me of the amount of time I'm able to type on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I praise God that in the midst of pain, He gives me strength for each day. I'm so thankful for the cards and meals friends have provided. It's been a real blessing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-5252202617545735733?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/5252202617545735733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=5252202617545735733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/5252202617545735733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/5252202617545735733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/04/three-weeks.html' title='Three Weeks'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-3676029531651697923</id><published>2011-04-25T15:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T15:58:50.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally a Bride by Vickie McDonough</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Finally a Bride&lt;/i&gt; by Vickie McDonough is the final book in the Texas Boardinghouse Brides series. This book focuses on Jacqueline "Jack" Davis, now a grown woman eager to leave her home town. She desires to land a job as a reporter in Dallas. Jack begins to question her aspirations to leave, when good-looking Noah Jeffers arrives to temporarily fill the slot of local minister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pastor draws Jack's interest, despite her firm decision to never marry. The man seems vaguely familiar but is close-lipped regarding his past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed this book immensely. I loved the way Vickie McDonough used this final saga to tell the story of the tomboy little girl she introduced in her first book, &lt;i&gt;The Anonymous Bride.&lt;/i&gt; It was fun reading about grown up 'Jack'. I highly recommend this series, and am sad to see it come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;This book was provided for review by Barbour Publishing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-3676029531651697923?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/3676029531651697923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=3676029531651697923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/3676029531651697923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/3676029531651697923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/04/finally-bride-by-vickie-mcdonough.html' title='Finally a Bride by Vickie McDonough'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-5268801503848934631</id><published>2011-04-23T18:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T18:32:21.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;He is Risen! He is Risen indeed!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-5268801503848934631?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/5268801503848934631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=5268801503848934631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/5268801503848934631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/5268801503848934631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-7434798629192212452</id><published>2011-04-22T15:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T15:16:53.632-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beside Still Waters by Tricia Goyer</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Beside Still Waters&lt;/i&gt; by Tricia Goyer is the story of Marianna Sommer, a 19-year-old of Amish girl from Indiana. She is ready to join the church and marry Aaron Zook, except for one problem. Her parents plan to move to Montana and desire Marianna to move with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She struggles with being a dutiful daughter, but also wanting to soon start a family of her own. Will Aaron wait for her during the months of separation? Upon arrival in Montana, Marianna meets Ben Stone. Even though friendship with an Englischer is frowned upon, Ben draws her heart and also shares his love for God. Marianna begins to question what being in community really means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first book in Tricia Goyer's Big Sky Amish series. I found this story to be a delightful read. The story interweaves Marianna's struggle to accept the circumstances of her birth, and the weight she has carried since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tricia Goyer is hosting a special giveaway with the release of this book. Check out her website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://triciagoyer.blogspot.com/2011/04/beside-still-waters-giveaway.html"&gt;http://triciagoyer.blogspot.com/2011/04/beside-still-waters-giveaway.html&lt;/a&gt; If you are interested in watching a trailer for this book, follow this link: &lt;a href="http://triciagoyer.com/contemporaryfiction.html#BesideStillWaters"&gt;http://triciagoyer.com/contemporaryfiction.html#BesideStillWaters&lt;/a&gt; And finally, here is a link, to purchase Tricia's book: &lt;a href="http://triciagoyer.com/contemporaryfiction.html#BesideStillWaters%20%20"&gt;http://triciagoyer.com/contemporaryfiction.html#BesideStillWaters  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;This book was provided free by B &amp;amp; H Publishing Group for review&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The photos below show Tricia Goyer, the front cover of her new book, as well as Amish salt and pepper shakers which are included in her giveaway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-krQphZUCz3o/TbHNNPlwKXI/AAAAAAAAANM/ROcL9-DX0bs/s1600/TGoyer+headshot+2009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-krQphZUCz3o/TbHNNPlwKXI/AAAAAAAAANM/ROcL9-DX0bs/s320/TGoyer+headshot+2009.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jABgcDrRxcE/TbHNQvE2z5I/AAAAAAAAANQ/728ZQ8sOrKc/s1600/beside-still-waters-150.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jABgcDrRxcE/TbHNQvE2z5I/AAAAAAAAANQ/728ZQ8sOrKc/s1600/beside-still-waters-150.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4rSXOrUih5M/TbHNSanBqEI/AAAAAAAAANU/84TlG-uec7g/s1600/amish+saltpepper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4rSXOrUih5M/TbHNSanBqEI/AAAAAAAAANU/84TlG-uec7g/s320/amish+saltpepper.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-7434798629192212452?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/7434798629192212452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=7434798629192212452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/7434798629192212452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/7434798629192212452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/04/beside-still-waters-by-tricia-goyer.html' title='Beside Still Waters by Tricia Goyer'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-krQphZUCz3o/TbHNNPlwKXI/AAAAAAAAANM/ROcL9-DX0bs/s72-c/TGoyer+headshot+2009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-1082244390501762799</id><published>2011-04-18T12:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T12:09:49.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazarus Awakening by Joanna Weaver</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Lazarus Awakening&lt;/i&gt; by Joanna Weaver is the final book in the trilogy focusing on the Bible story found in John 11:1-12:11. The first two books in the series discussed Mary and Martha. Weaver goes in depth exploring the availability of God's love for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the book Joanna peels back the layers, like an onion, of our relationship with God. At times God saves us from troubling experiences. Other times He uses them in our life to draw us closer to Him. She shows how to transition from head knowledge to heart realization of God's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author challenged the reader to come out of their tomb of existence, to witness and live out the life Christ desires for us. We have the choice to respond like Lazarus, when Jesus called him from the grave. I found this book to be extremely helpful and insightful. I highly recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;This book was provided for review from Water Brook Press&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-1082244390501762799?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/1082244390501762799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=1082244390501762799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/1082244390501762799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/1082244390501762799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/04/lazarus-awakening-by-joanna-weaver.html' title='Lazarus Awakening by Joanna Weaver'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-2922347469072879276</id><published>2011-04-07T08:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T08:39:06.504-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brief Hiatus</title><content type='html'>I leave for shoulder surgery in a couple hours. I'll be taking a brief hiatus from blogging while I recover. I hope to be back in time for Easter. Blessing to each of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-2922347469072879276?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/2922347469072879276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=2922347469072879276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/2922347469072879276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/2922347469072879276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/04/brief-hiatus.html' title='Brief Hiatus'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-8164729750607772490</id><published>2011-04-05T16:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T16:04:43.747-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Half the Church by Carolyn Custis James</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Half the Church - Recapturing God's Global Vision for Women&lt;/i&gt; by Carolyn Custis James addresses various issues that women face all over the world due to their gender - sex-trafficking, marginalization and oppression. Throughout her book, Carolyn James covers three core issues:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;What message does the church offer women in the 21st century?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What will the church do to address the rampant suffering of women throughout our world?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What message are we sending to the world by how we value and mobilize our own daughters?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Genesis 1:26-27 says: "Then God said, “Let  us make mankind in our image, in our likeness, so that they may rule  over the fish in the sea and the birds in the sky, over the livestock  and all the wild animals, and over all the creatures that move along the ground.” So God created mankind in his own image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them."(NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her book, Carolyn James states, "Page one of the Bible shatters every negative value statement the world has ever made about women by offering up the most exalted view of women anyone could imagine." She goes on to discuss the topic of being 'image bearers' of God and what that entails. I found this book to be insightful and thought provoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the book's video trailer here: &lt;a href="http://zndr.vn/gizvHb"&gt;http://zndr.vn/gizvHb&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;This book was provided for review by Zondervan Publishers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-8164729750607772490?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/8164729750607772490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=8164729750607772490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/8164729750607772490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/8164729750607772490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/04/half-church-by-carolyn-custis-james.html' title='Half the Church by Carolyn Custis James'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-2648767387625540716</id><published>2011-04-04T10:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T10:22:43.735-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>I've been wanting to write more blog posts lately, but haven't been able to due to experiencing shoulder pain. I'll keep this short, because of that. On Thursday I'll be going for surgery on my left shoulder to address two bone spurs and possible bicep tendinitis. The doctor will fix whatever else he finds once he gets inside. I'm looking at 2-3 weeks of being in a sling and 2-3 months of physical therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Before that happens though I need to finish reading a book and blog a review for Zondervan publishers, prepare for my ladies Bible study lesson (which I lead), complete two writing assignments, and a myriad of other odds and ends before heading for surgery. So if you happen to be reading this, I sure would appreciate your prayers. Other than my blog review later this week, I'm not sure how much I'll be able to post in the next few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to getting back to writing/typing without being in pain. I know I have a long road of recovery ahead of me, but know God will be with me each step of the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-2648767387625540716?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/2648767387625540716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=2648767387625540716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/2648767387625540716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/2648767387625540716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/04/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-4105258906118170532</id><published>2011-03-29T17:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T17:49:58.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Code of Justice by Liz Johnson</title><content type='html'>I typically am a reader of Christian historical books, but was recently asked to read and review Liz Johnson's new book, &lt;i&gt;Code of Justice&lt;/i&gt;. I found it to be a delightful read, full of mystery and intrigue. I loved the way the author intertwined some romance within the rapidly moving plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather Sloan, FBI agent, is thrust in the midst of trying to solve why the helicopter crashed that carried her and her sister. Heather is the sole survivor, but trouble seems to find her each step of the way on her road to recovery. She decides to team up with Jeremy Latham, Sheriff's Deputy to try and solve the case and discover the meaning behind her sister's cryptic last words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this book to be fast-moving and hard to put down. I highly recommend it to all readers, especially those who love mystery and suspense...and even historical fiction readers like me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out Liz's website:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.lizjohnsonbooks.com/"&gt;www.lizjohnsonbooks.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This book was provided for review by Liz Johnson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-4105258906118170532?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/4105258906118170532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=4105258906118170532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/4105258906118170532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/4105258906118170532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/03/code-of-justice-by-liz-johnson.html' title='Code of Justice by Liz Johnson'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-4985003104966257237</id><published>2011-03-28T21:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T21:18:33.411-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering and Thankful</title><content type='html'>Two years ago today my husband had a skiing accident, fracturing his pelvis. It's been a long road of recovery. The over seven hour surgery required to repair the injury, left him with nerve damage to his right arm and hand. He still experiences pain and numbness in his hand, as well as nerve issues in his leg from the surgery. He continues to deal with the pain each day, but through it all we are thankful for how God provided for our needs, each step of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've learned many lessons through the process of his healing. One area God has been teaching me lately is the importance of asking God for strength for each day...not a week ahead, or even further....but instead one dat at a time. He always is there and answers our prayers. I praise Him for taking us through difficult times, one step at a time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-4985003104966257237?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/4985003104966257237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=4985003104966257237' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/4985003104966257237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/4985003104966257237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/03/remembering-and-thankful.html' title='Remembering and Thankful'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-6291897859362071653</id><published>2011-03-23T13:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T13:10:38.905-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Win a Free Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-IPd9E81l85w/TYoo6eGUaMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ZW-4aRCjSX4/s1600/Half+the+Church.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-IPd9E81l85w/TYoo6eGUaMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ZW-4aRCjSX4/s1600/Half+the+Church.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In a few weeks I'll be blogging a review of the book &lt;i&gt;Half the Church&lt;/i&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Recapturing God's Global Vision for Women&lt;/i&gt; by Carolyn Custis James. I was sent two copies of this book, so that I can use one as a giveaway. If you are interested, please leave a comment. For more information about the book, check out this link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zondervan.com/Cultures/en-US/Product/ProductDetail.htm?ProdID=com.zondervan.9780310325567&amp;amp;QueryStringSite=Zondervan"&gt;http://www.zondervan.com/Cultures/en-US/Product/ProductDetail.htm?ProdID=com.zondervan.9780310325567&amp;amp;QueryStringSite=Zondervan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-6291897859362071653?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/6291897859362071653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=6291897859362071653' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/6291897859362071653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/6291897859362071653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/03/win-free-book.html' title='Win a Free Book'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-IPd9E81l85w/TYoo6eGUaMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ZW-4aRCjSX4/s72-c/Half+the+Church.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-2571182015602939450</id><published>2011-03-17T14:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T14:41:01.714-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He Restores My Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not be in want. He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, he restores my soul." Psalm 23:1-3a&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I've been thinking about these verses lately. Actually lying down in a green pasture beside quiet waters sounds exceptionally comforting right now. Just thinking about it makes me ready for a nap. :) But the part I focused on, is where it says, "he restores my soul." I love the way God works in my life, when I allow Him to move without any hindrances. When He is given free reign to make me into the person He desires for me to be. Those changes don't come without pain and discomfort, but are much needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;The past weeks have been that for me, the chipping away of areas of my life that aren't godly, and making me more like my Heavenly Father. I have been facing extreme physical pain lately, due to some health issues. But through those times of being weak and excruciating pain, God also has been performing an operation in my heart as well. Perhaps I've been more open to the moving of the Holy Spirit because of the pain. Either way, I'm thankful for the work God is doing. I praise God for His work in restoring my soul. May I continue to learn what it means to be more like Him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-2571182015602939450?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/2571182015602939450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=2571182015602939450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/2571182015602939450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/2571182015602939450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/03/he-restores-my-soul.html' title='He Restores My Soul'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-166678177951350356</id><published>2011-03-10T15:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T15:30:56.122-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lump of Clay</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking a lot lately about the process of making a clay pot. Before the piece is designed under the expertize of the artist, the clay must be first pounded and molded and shaped and beaten. The potter removes blemishes and inconsistencies in the process. Sometimes the pot is completely scraped off the wheel and remolded again and again. Then it goes through the drying process and being placed into a hot furnace continuing the perfecting needed to make the piece into a work of art.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pot may say to the potter, "Why are you being so mean to you? Don't you realize how much that hurts?" Or perhaps saying, "Stop, I've had enough. I don't need any more blemishes removed. I'm perfect now." But only the potter knows when the pot is ready. He has the final decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is with Christ with the process of refining us to be more like Him. At times we may go through difficult experiences, learning what it means to be His follower. We don't like the ugly, exposed sins that God is tearing away from us. It makes us feel open, exposed. We don't want others to see our failures. But at times we need to be open and willing and vulnerable before God can work at refining us into what He desires of us. Only Christ can take this ugly, lump of clay of my life and make it into a beautiful masterpiece.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-166678177951350356?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/166678177951350356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=166678177951350356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/166678177951350356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/166678177951350356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/03/lump-of-clay.html' title='A Lump of Clay'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-1076425572823455019</id><published>2011-03-02T11:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T11:46:08.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Are You Using Your Gift?</title><content type='html'>I'm a firm believer in gifts. I admit, I enjoy receiving them too, but I'm talking about a different kind of gifts. God has bestowed on each of us a particular talent, or bent to use to further His kingdom. For some it could be the gift of encouragement - spurring others on in their race. Some abilities are flashy that all can see. Others may be more behind the scenes. No matter what area God has gifted you in, He expects you to be using it, and not hiding it in the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone asked you what gift God has given you, what would your response be? Are you using it? Are you being faithful with the talent He has entrusted to you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-1076425572823455019?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/1076425572823455019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=1076425572823455019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/1076425572823455019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/1076425572823455019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/03/how-are-you-using-your-gift.html' title='How Are You Using Your Gift?'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-8723731626864823315</id><published>2011-02-28T17:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T17:39:54.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting - Part Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:WordDocument&gt;   &lt;w:View&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:Zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:PunctuationKerning/&gt;   &lt;w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/&gt;   &lt;w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:Compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:BreakWrappedTables/&gt;    &lt;w:SnapToGridInCell/&gt;    &lt;w:WrapTextWithPunct/&gt;    &lt;w:UseAsianBreakRules/&gt;    &lt;w:DontGrowAutofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:BrowserLevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;img src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/video_object.png" style="background-color: #b2b2b2; " class="BLOGGER-object-element tr_noresize tr_placeholder" id="ieooui" data-original-id="ieooui" /&gt; &lt;style&gt;st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) }&lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt; /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;}&lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Alexander Pope wrote an essay in 1709 which stated, “For Fools rush in where Angels fear to tread.” Waiting is a topic people have struggled with through the centuries. Even those with a personal walk with the Lord are not immune to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Almost 130 scriptures in the Bible refer to this subject. Two well known evidences of the value in waiting were the many years before the promised Messiah arrived, and also the disciples waiting for the Holy Spirit’s presence to descend. No matter what the people did, they weren’t able to rush God’s timing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;So why do we grow impatient? Perhaps it’s a by product of the fast-paced society we live, in America. We’ve become accustomed to fast food, instant messages, on demand television, and a myriad of other conveniences that no longer require us to wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;When my husband and I were newly married, we felt God telling us it was time to start our family. For over two years, we tried unsuccessfully to conceive. Each month I watched for tell-tale signs and became disappointed when I didn’t see them appear. We heard from God, so why were we experiencing difficulties? No matter what we did, we were unable to hurry God’s timing. Our son arrived when God deemed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sometimes we pray and feel God leading us in a specific direction. We’re eager to get started and plow ahead, not always seeking confirmation at first. Troubles arise and we become frustrated, wondering why God allowed this to happen. We keep pushing our way, trying to force things to go the way we desire; over confident we are in His will. Or maybe we choose to quit, because things are too difficult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;We shove and demand when God may be saying, “Be still. Wait.” Psalm 33:20 encourages, “We wait in hope for the Lord; he is our help and our shield.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Bible Knowledge Commentary&lt;/i&gt; edited by John F. Walvoord and Roy B. Zuck had this to say about the final three verses of Psalm 33. “God’s people demonstrate their faith in three ways. First, they wait in hope for deliverance from the Lord as their Help and Shield. Second, they rejoice in Him whom they trust. Third, they pray for His unfailing love to rest on them.”&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;amp;postID=8723731626864823315#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1" title=""&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;[1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Instead of bucking when a situation arises, what if instead we chose to wait, rejoice, and pray? Maybe God is allowing the bump in the road to help us see where we’ve taken a side trail, or stumbled off the path completely. Our first response in any circumstance should be to seek God and His timing. Don’t become cocky or over confident. Be open to questioning and seeking clarification of God’s will, checking to make sure you haven’t detoured or misunderstood. Pray and seek confirmation from accountability.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Follow the admonition of Psalm 27:14 “Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord.” His timing is perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;  &lt;hr align="left" size="1" width="33%" /&gt;    &lt;div id="ftn1"&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoFootnoteText"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;amp;postID=8723731626864823315#_ftnref1" name="_ftn1" title=""&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;[1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;The Bible Knowledge Commentary&lt;/i&gt; edited by John F. Walvoord and Roy B. Zuck: 1983, page 819.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-8723731626864823315?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/8723731626864823315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=8723731626864823315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/8723731626864823315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/8723731626864823315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/02/waiting-part-two.html' title='Waiting - Part Two'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-5449604105080974871</id><published>2011-02-25T15:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T15:23:35.109-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When All My Dreams Come True by Janelle Mowery</title><content type='html'>I recently had the privilege of reading Janelle Mowery's book entitled &lt;i&gt;When All My Dreams Come True.&lt;/i&gt;  I found myself pleasantly surprised with the character of Bobbie  McIntyre. My historical reading usually gravitates to the traditional  'women' roles, and not heroines who wear pants and carry a gun. I loved  the way Janelle created Bobbie to be a mix of feminine and pure cowgirl.  Her sweet and sassy characteristics made it difficult to put this book  down. This is a book I highly recommend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book was provided for review from Harvest House Publishers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-5449604105080974871?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/5449604105080974871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=5449604105080974871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/5449604105080974871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/5449604105080974871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/02/when-all-my-dreams-come-true-by-janelle.html' title='When All My Dreams Come True by Janelle Mowery'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-8018216557661545393</id><published>2011-02-24T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T14:00:04.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>Alexander Pope wrote an essay in 1709 which stated, "For Fools rush in where Angels fear to tread." I realize Christmas is over, but I keep thinking of a song we sang in a previous cantata entitled, "Waiting." It talks about all the years the Israelites waited for the Messiah to come to earth. They waited with anticipation, believing one day it would come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;With our fast-paced society I think we often overlook the value of waiting upon the Lord. Isaiah 40:30-31 instructs us,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;"Even the youths shall faint and be weary, and the young men shall utterly fall:But  they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall  mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and  they shall walk, and not faint." Isaiah 40:30-31&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I think at times we are the fools who rush in and demand things from God in our own timing and our own way instead of waiting for Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;When we choose to do this, we miss out on potential blessings that God desires to pour on us. He often has a better way in mind, but we pout and act like a toddler throwing a tantrum. Sometimes He indulges us, allowing us to miss out on something better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;How are you doing with waiting on the Lord for a situation you are facing? Are you the demanding toddler? Or are you persevering in prayer, with patience? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-8018216557661545393?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/8018216557661545393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=8018216557661545393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/8018216557661545393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/8018216557661545393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/02/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-6363712879035393159</id><published>2011-02-17T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T15:53:36.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How's Your Thermostat Setting?</title><content type='html'>I've heard it referenced before that women are the thermostat in their home. Dictionary.com defines a thermostat as "a device that functions to establish and maintain &lt;span id="hotword"&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;desired temperature&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/temperature"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;automatically&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;signals&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;change&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;temperature&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;manual&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;adjustment." In other words, how we are, often sets the tone for our domain. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not saying it's the sole responsibility of the woman to manage it, but I think more often than not we have more control than we realize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;I don't come to you today with a sure fire way to be a healthy thermostat in your home, other than regularly being in your Heavenly Father's presence. Asking Him to chip away the parts and pieces that don't bring glory to him - complaining, arguing, ungratefulness, demanding our own way, impatience, etc. Perhaps the temperature of your home is too cold or hot. Maybe it's time for some self-reflection and prayer, to have God show you areas in your life that need to be molded and shaped into being more like Him. Is it time to stop pointing the finger to someone else and instead see where you need to change?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-6363712879035393159?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/6363712879035393159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=6363712879035393159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/6363712879035393159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/6363712879035393159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/02/hows-your-thermostat-setting.html' title='How&apos;s Your Thermostat Setting?'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-4188606804927981856</id><published>2011-02-14T08:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T08:51:18.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"If anyone acknowledges that Jesus is the Son of God, God lives in them and they in God. And so we know and rely on the love God has for us. God is love. Whoever lives in love lives in God, and God in them."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;1 John 4:15-16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-4188606804927981856?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/4188606804927981856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=4188606804927981856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/4188606804927981856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/4188606804927981856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentines-day-if-anyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-3299614912564502009</id><published>2011-02-09T22:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T22:06:49.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Snapshot of God's Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;"For he has rescued us from the dominion of darkness and brought us into the kingdom of the Son he loves,&amp;nbsp; in whom we have redemption, the forgiveness of sins." Colossians 1:13-14&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reminded this week of God's unconditional love and forgiveness, no matter what we do, providing we turn to Him. He is the example we need to choose to follow, not harboring grudges or unforgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times I think we choose to weigh our sins. "Well, this one isn't as bad as murder." "I only told a white lie, it's not like I hurt somebody." How subtle the evil one can be, deceiving us into justifying our behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other end of the spectrum is when someone has sinned, and it affects us. Do we choose to respond like Christ, offering unconditional love and forgiveness or do we opt to make them suffer? Do we choose to hold on to the hurts, or choose to let them go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you find yourself in a situation where you've been wronged. If God were to take a snapshot of your life right now, would He see a reflection of His love and forgiveness? How would your polaroid look?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-3299614912564502009?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/3299614912564502009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=3299614912564502009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/3299614912564502009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/3299614912564502009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/02/snapshot-of-gods-love.html' title='A Snapshot of God&apos;s Love'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-4804906487735397367</id><published>2011-02-07T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T21:12:30.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking a Stand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Be alert and of sober mind. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour." 1 Peter 5:8&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Have you taken a stand against the devil and his desire to seek and destroy us and our families? I recently have been reminded of our continual need to stand in the gap, covering our loved ones in prayer. Often when we have a mountain top experience, or a time of God reaffirming His desire for our life, Satan is waiting in the wings, off stage for his opportunity to attack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I realize how important it is to claim Joshua 24:15 which says, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;But as for me and my household, we will serve the LORD.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; How are you doing with praying for your family each day? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-4804906487735397367?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/4804906487735397367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=4804906487735397367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/4804906487735397367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/4804906487735397367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/02/taking-stand.html' title='Taking a Stand'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-2106845397515058060</id><published>2011-02-01T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T22:12:36.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Desire to Be Fully Known</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;"When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me.&amp;nbsp;For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known."&amp;nbsp;1&amp;nbsp;Corinthians 13:11-12&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concept of being fully known has been on my mind since I spent some time with a dear friend on Saturday. I can't help but believe that God has built into each of us the desire and need to be fully known and understood, but often we are afraid to reach out. The only person who can fully know us is Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times we seek this&amp;nbsp;through relationships here on this earth as well, but often fear gets in our way. Perhaps we have opened up to someone, only to be hurt. So we hide our true thoughts and feelings, only willing to share bits and pieces. I can't help but think that this isn't the way God intended for our lives to be as believers in Christ. I think He wanted for us to have a much deeper fellowship, with Him and also each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not an easy place to be, allowing yourself to be vulnerable. I'm thankful that I serve a Savior who is faithful and true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-2106845397515058060?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/2106845397515058060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=2106845397515058060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/2106845397515058060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/2106845397515058060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/02/desire-to-be-fully-known.html' title='Desire to Be Fully Known'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-5659363097363365971</id><published>2011-01-29T09:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T09:20:19.835-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Search by Suzanne Woods Fisher</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;The Search&lt;/i&gt; was my first book to read by Suzanne Woods Fisher. I found it delightful and riveting. The author wove threads that intertwined the lives of Lainey O'Toole and Bess Reihl. Lainey made a split-second decision fifteen years ago that affected several lives. When she returns to Stoney Ridge her prior choices begin to unravel, threatening to ensnare Bess Reihl, a young Amish girl visiting her grandmother for the summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book kept me spell-bound until the final page. I highly recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Corbel; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Corbel; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Suzanne can be found on-line at: www.suzannewoodsfisher.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Corbel; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Corbel; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Link to buy the book:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Corbel; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Corbel; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Search-Novel-Lancaster-County-Secrets/dp/0800733878/ref=sprightly-20"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/Search-Novel-Lancaster-County-Secrets/dp/0800733878/ref=sprightly-20&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Corbel; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Corbel; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;This book was provided for review by Litfuse Group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-5659363097363365971?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/5659363097363365971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=5659363097363365971' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/5659363097363365971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/5659363097363365971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/01/search-by-suzanne-woods-fisher.html' title='The Search by Suzanne Woods Fisher'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-2200398677625963733</id><published>2011-01-28T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T16:03:01.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Courting Miss Amsel by Kim Vogel Sawyer</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Courting Miss Amsel&lt;/i&gt; by Kim Vogel Sawyer tells the story of Edythe Amsel on her first teaching assignment in Walnut Hill, Nebraska, 1882. She's a feisty, headstrong, independent woman who has unusual ideas and methods concerning education. She's determined to make her own way and is enthusiastic to share her modern views with her young pupils, in spite of the town council's opinion of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sparks fly when she encounters Joel Townsend, the uncle of two of her students. Will she be able to stick to her decision to remain single?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this book to be quite enjoyable and appreciated the humor included in it. I recommend it to all who enjoy historical fiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;This book was provided for review from Bethany House Publishers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-2200398677625963733?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/2200398677625963733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=2200398677625963733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/2200398677625963733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/2200398677625963733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/01/courting-miss-amsel-by-kim-vogel-sawyer.html' title='Courting Miss Amsel by Kim Vogel Sawyer'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-4016585994888584927</id><published>2011-01-26T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T16:20:04.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!!!!!</title><content type='html'>After numerous winter forecasts predicting heavy snows to fall on our area, it finally is happening!! I'm sure we won't end up with anywhere near the 12-36 inches I'd like to see, but I'm happy with the thick covering on the ground and the flakes flying in the air. Have I mentioned that winter is my favorite season of the year? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing deep and spiritual today. Joy, thankfulness and reveling in the beauty God created outside my window today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-4016585994888584927?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/4016585994888584927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=4016585994888584927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/4016585994888584927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/4016585994888584927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/01/finally.html' title='Finally!!!!!'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-7547185823506659122</id><published>2011-01-21T16:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T16:44:35.335-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shelf Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="color: #274e13;"&gt;"Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal."&amp;nbsp; 2 Corinthians 4:16-18&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking about something that happened this week. I joined a dear friend of mine for lunch. We meet each week, and bring our own meal. We spend time sharing our lives and praying together. It's time I look forward to and am always blessed by our time in fellowship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this particular day, my friend opened up her yogurt container to find that even though it had been sealed, mold had formed inside. From the outside, it appeared to be fine, but the inside was spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize the verse written above is actually the opposite of what happened, but I still can't help but think of the parallel between these matters. Sometimes we appear like nothing is wrong on the outside, because people can't see how much we are hurting on the inside. This verse mentions us wasting away on the outside, referring to our physical bodies. We waste away, but God is able to renew us day by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my question for you, is how is your shelf life? Are you a pretty package on the outside that is concealing all the hurts and struggles you are facing? Is bitterness and hurt festering inside? Or are you choosing to be renewed each day, taking your problems to God and asking for his help? I pray we can lengthen our shelf life by keeping short accounts, and choosing to be in right relationship with God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-7547185823506659122?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/7547185823506659122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=7547185823506659122' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/7547185823506659122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/7547185823506659122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/01/shelf-life.html' title='Shelf Life'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-1998625071153683811</id><published>2011-01-20T15:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T15:54:09.978-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring On The Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; “Come now, let us settle the matter,” &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;says the LORD. &lt;br /&gt;“Though your sins are like scarlet, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;they shall be as white as snow; &lt;br /&gt;though they are red as crimson, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;they shall be like wool.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Isaiah 1:18 &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cleanse me with hyssop, and I will be clean; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;wash me, and I will be whiter than snow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Psalm 51:7&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;The forecast this evening is calling for three to four inches of snow. Personally I wish it was more like 12-24 inches, but I'm grateful for any snow that covers the ground. Most people think I'm crazy because of my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; love of this frozen precipitation.&lt;/span&gt; For me, whenever I see snowfall, I am reminded of these verses in scripture. I think of Jesus being the sacrificial lamb, who chose to take on my sins and die in my place. He takes all of the ugliness in my life and makes it as white as snow. Snow is a joyful reminder of God's love for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-1998625071153683811?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/1998625071153683811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=1998625071153683811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/1998625071153683811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/1998625071153683811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/01/bring-on-snow.html' title='Bring On The Snow'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-7640152981935875011</id><published>2011-01-18T16:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T16:46:48.005-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slipping Through My Fingers</title><content type='html'>I just searched the Bible online and plugged in the word 'time'. There are almost 900 entries using this individual word. My first immediate thoughts refer to Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 which state:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;There is a time for everything, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and a season for every activity under the heavens: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;a time to be born and a time to die, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;a time to plant and a time to uproot, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;a time to kill and a time to heal, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;a time to tear down and a time to build, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;a time to weep and a time to laugh, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;a time to mourn and a time to dance, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;a time to search and a time to give up, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;a time to keep and a time to throw away, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;a time to tear and a time to mend, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;a time to be silent and a time to speak, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;a time to love and a time to hate, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;a time for war and a time for peace.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I find it difficult to believe we are over half way through the first month of 2011 already. I feel time slips through my fingers and before I know it, a new day is dawning, a new week, month, year....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Ephesians 5:15-20 tells us to make the most of our time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt; Be very careful, then, how you live—not as unwise but as wise,&amp;nbsp; making the most of every opportunity, because the days are evil.&amp;nbsp; Therefore do not be foolish, but understand what the Lord’s will is.&amp;nbsp; Do not get drunk on wine, which leads to debauchery. Instead, be filled with the Spirit,&amp;nbsp; speaking to one another with psalms, hymns, and songs from the Spirit. Sing and make music from your heart to the Lord,&amp;nbsp; always giving thanks to God the Father for everything, in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I praise God for each new day and pray I will be productive at following His will for my life. May I not allow the days to slip through my fingers, but instead follow the directives God places in me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-7640152981935875011?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/7640152981935875011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=7640152981935875011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/7640152981935875011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/7640152981935875011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/01/slipping-through-my-fingers.html' title='Slipping Through My Fingers'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-8042636974495440268</id><published>2011-01-13T12:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T12:04:30.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Notice Me!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="color: purple;"&gt;He wanted to see who Jesus was, but because he was short he could not see over the crowd.&amp;nbsp; So he ran ahead and climbed a sycamore-fig tree to see him, since Jesus was coming that way. Luke 19:3-4&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been over twenty-three years since I student taught in a second grade classroom. I still remember the unbridled enthusiasm of the children, bouncing in their seats unable to contain their excitement. One arm helped to support the up stretched one, waving in hopes of being acknowledged. Lips pierced tight, to prevent from calling out the desire to “notice me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zacchaeus, in the account in the gospel of Luke, longed to see Jesus. His desperation caused him to climb a tree, in hopes of catching a glimpse of the revered man. His heart cried out for Christ to make a difference, but I doubt he had faith that anything would happen that day Jesus entered his home town. Perhaps Zacchaeus didn’t recognize or identify his need, because it was buried deep within his heart. Hope, fear, and impetuosity characterized Zacchaeus’ decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly in the New Testament, a woman who suffered with bleeding for twelve years sought out Jesus. She was driven to elbow her way through a crowd of people, desiring to touch Jesus’s cloak. She knew Jesus could make a difference in her situation and heal her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t help but notice the correlation of these two stories in the Bible. Both individuals were in need and crying out “notice me” without using words. Even though they were calm on the outside, on the inside they responded the same way the students had in my classroom many years ago. They were bursting with eager anticipation of Jesus seeing them, recognizing and meeting their needs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself no different than these two Bible individuals. How many times do I get busy, burdened, and overwhelmed by my circumstances and forget to call out to my Heavenly Father, “Notice me.” God knows my heart and situation before I even ask, and is waiting for me to cry out like Zacchaeus and the bleeding woman, “Notice me!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-8042636974495440268?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/8042636974495440268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=8042636974495440268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/8042636974495440268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/8042636974495440268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/01/notice-me.html' title='&quot;Notice Me!&quot;'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-3551946511844705813</id><published>2011-01-08T15:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T15:46:38.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Diligence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already arrived at my  goal, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took  hold of me.&amp;nbsp; Brothers  and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But  one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is  ahead,&amp;nbsp; I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus." Philippians 3:12-14 &lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about diligence today as I've been busily working on writing my novel. The end is beginning to be in sight, even though I still have about 12-13 chapters remaining. It's one of those things I know in my heart is going to happen at sometime soon in the near future. If all goes according to schedule, by this time next month I will be typing my last words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard a lesson this morning about Abraham as he waited on God to fulfill his promise to give him a son. He waited many years before he saw fruition of that hope, dream and promise fulfilled. He remained steadfast and didn't waver in his trust and belief in God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayer for this year is to remain faithful to the things God has shown me and called me to do, even when the path may seem uncertain at times. May I have the diligence to press on to the goal that God has instilled in me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-3551946511844705813?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/3551946511844705813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=3551946511844705813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/3551946511844705813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/3551946511844705813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/01/diligence.html' title='Diligence'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-3987241438645358205</id><published>2011-01-07T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T20:46:04.337-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Choosing Gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;"Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, since as members of one body you were called to peace. And be thankful.&amp;nbsp; Let the message of Christ dwell among you richly as you teach and admonish one another with all wisdom through psalms, hymns, and songs from the Spirit, singing to God with gratitude in your hearts.&amp;nbsp; And whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him." Colossians 3:15-17&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;We live in a society with a 'me first' attitude of thinking. Even as Christians, it can be hard to break away from this mentality. With a new year beginning, it's a wonderful time to concentrate on choosing to be grateful. For almost a year now, I've been making a point each day to come up with something for which I'm thankful. Sometimes I think of it as a journal of things that bring me joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Thessalonians 5:16-18 encourages us to "Rejoice always,&amp;nbsp;pray continually,&amp;nbsp;give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus." Not always easy to do, but possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray I will continue to grow in this area this coming year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-3987241438645358205?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/3987241438645358205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=3987241438645358205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/3987241438645358205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/3987241438645358205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/01/choosing-gratitude.html' title='Choosing Gratitude'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-4735963938161478545</id><published>2011-01-04T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T16:00:03.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ecclesiastes 3:1&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I usually try and write down goals when the New Year begins. I don't know I would call them resolutions, but more so the direction I feel God is calling me to go. It's been an off year already, in that I still have been unable to write these out on paper yet. They have been rumbling around in my head, waiting to be inked. I guess it didn't help that we were away for four days, and returned home a little under the weather. I am thankful I decided in advance to take this week off from our homeschool responsibilities. It is allowing me extra time to get caught up with things and not feel pressured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I guess one of the key items I'd like to learn and implement this year is a healthy balance of the things in my life. This is only attainable when I'm seeking God's face to know the priority He desires for me to take. I love this verse in Ecclesiastes that tells us that there is a time and season for all the activities. Of course the key is getting direction from my Heavenly Father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;As I look at the year ahead of me, I feel the need to be intentional with the areas of study I'd like to pursue. Two that stand out uppermost in my mind right now is craving God and learning more about His unconditional love. I find it helpful to have a course of action. Proverbs 29:18a says, "&lt;/span&gt;Where there is no vision, the people perish."&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; I'm excited about the journey ahead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-4735963938161478545?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/4735963938161478545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=4735963938161478545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/4735963938161478545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/4735963938161478545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2011/01/time-for-everything.html' title='Time for Everything'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-224091203624809113</id><published>2010-12-29T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T20:22:25.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Obedience at All Costs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"“Does the LORD delight in burnt offerings and sacrifices as much as in obeying the LORD? &lt;br /&gt;To obey is better than sacrifice." 1 Samuel 15:22&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hear my cry, O God; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;listen to my prayer. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;From the ends of the earth I call to you, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I call as my heart grows faint; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;lead me to the rock that is higher than I. &lt;br /&gt;For you have been my refuge, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;a strong tower against the foe.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Psalm 61:1-3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"But if serving the LORD seems undesirable to you, then choose for  yourselves this day whom you will serve, whether the gods your ancestors  served beyond the Euphrates, or the gods of the Amorites, in whose land  you are living. But as for me and my household, we will serve the  LORD.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;Joshua 24:15&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Sometimes the path before us twists and turns through the wilderness. We become thirsty and weary in the dry wasteland spread before us. Discouragement settles upon our shoulders, pushing down with an overwhelming force. We question why the path is rocky and strewn with heartache. We may be tempted to relax our guard. Perhaps we sit, thirsty and searching, but no water is in sight. When all of a sudden, a gentle breeze whips our hair, cooling our skin. We feel the brief reprieve, but just as quickly it disappears, leaving us longing for a respite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Perhaps we feel like a toy boat, tossed and turned on the waves, with no control over where we are heading. We desire to be in a different place, but can't seem to break free of the tendrils of doubt and despair. We know where we should be heading, but are unable to move, gripped with fear and insecurity. Chains shackle and hold steadfast, at times visible and others unseen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;We need to remind ourselves to look at what is concealed, instead of what may be seen and felt. Jesus calls us to obedience at all costs, whether we feel like it or not. Our obedience is not based on what others are doing, or how they respond to us. He calls us to rest and trust in Him, to follow Him no matter what the cost. I choose this day to serve Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-224091203624809113?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/224091203624809113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=224091203624809113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/224091203624809113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/224091203624809113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2010/12/obedience-at-all-costs.html' title='Obedience at All Costs'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-177212475270051236</id><published>2010-12-28T19:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T19:48:43.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Ahead?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;"For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.&amp;nbsp; Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you.&amp;nbsp;You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart." Jeremiah 29:11-13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;It seems hard to believe in three short days 2010 will be coming to a close. The end of year usually signals for me a time to reflect and think about how things have gone. I question whether or not I've drawn closer to God. Where am I in my spiritual walk? What things do I want to improve or change as I plan for the coming year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't exactly say that I make resolutions with the beginning of a New Year, but I do seek God's will in discerning what things He desires me to focus on. Over the next few days I'll begin the process of seeking His face for wisdom concerning the direction He wishes me to head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you.... do you make New Year's resolutions and how do you go about keeping them? What ways are you desiring to improve?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-177212475270051236?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/177212475270051236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=177212475270051236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/177212475270051236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/177212475270051236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2010/12/whats-ahead.html' title='What&apos;s Ahead?'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-1616056862073363400</id><published>2010-12-26T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T21:47:06.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>23 Wonderful Years</title><content type='html'>I praise God for my wonderful husband. He is a blessing in my life. Today we are celebrating our 23rd wedding anniversary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-1616056862073363400?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/1616056862073363400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=1616056862073363400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/1616056862073363400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/1616056862073363400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2010/12/23-wonderful-years.html' title='23 Wonderful Years'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-5555188218485948694</id><published>2010-12-25T17:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T17:01:55.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Jesus is the reason we celebrate. I pray you have a blessed Christmas with family and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-5555188218485948694?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/5555188218485948694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=5555188218485948694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/5555188218485948694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/5555188218485948694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-7767388580931680437</id><published>2010-12-23T15:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T15:18:50.559-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Days Till Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;" For to us a child is born, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;to us a son is given, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and the government will be on his shoulders. &lt;br /&gt;And he will be called &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Of the greatness of his government and peace &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;there will be no end. &lt;br /&gt;He will reign on David’s throne &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and over his kingdom, &lt;br /&gt;establishing and upholding it &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;with justice and righteousness &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;from that time on and forever. &lt;br /&gt;The zeal of the LORD Almighty &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;will accomplish this." Isaiah 9:6-7 &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day my son reminds me of how many days it is until Christmas. I guess we started advent calendars when our boys were quite small. I don't even remember how long it's been. It's a tradition in our family, as we prepare our hearts to celebrate the birth of our Lord and Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With our 'to do' lists, it's so easy to get caught up in the busyness of the season. At times I need to stop myself, and remember the reason why we rejoice. I pray each of you experience the depth of God's love in a new and special way this Christmas. He is the reason for our hope. We are nothing without Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Merry &lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-7767388580931680437?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/7767388580931680437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=7767388580931680437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/7767388580931680437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/7767388580931680437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2010/12/two-days-till-christmas.html' title='Two Days Till Christmas'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-5030427995678214636</id><published>2010-12-18T15:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T15:10:29.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Simple Act of Kindness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Therefore encourage one another and build each other up, just as in fact you are doing."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;1 Thessalonians 5:11&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;My heart was touched this afternoon by a simple act of kindness. I had been feeling a little overwhelmed as of late. So many things on my plate, along with experiencing daily pain with my sore shoulder. has left me a bit worn out and lacking much joy. It probably didn't help that I'm also sleep deprived, after being up with my husband several times through the night when he wasn't feeling well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;While my husband rested, I decided to work on Christmas cards, to see if I could make any progress with them. I was interrupted by a phone call from my dear friend, asking if it would be all right if she stopped by for a few minutes to return something to me. I agreed, but asked her not to ring the doorbell, so my husband wouldn't be disturbed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;My friend and her husband arrived about ten minutes later with a surprise for us - a beautiful wreath to hang on our front door. I was so blessed and moved by this simple gift. I knew it took time and effort for her husband to craft this present, and I am so appreciative.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I pray my heart will be open to hear when God calls me to encourage someone through a simple act. This season is a wonderful time to touch people's lives and share God's love and light. I'm blessed to be on the receiving end, but also pray I can be a giver too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-5030427995678214636?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/5030427995678214636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=5030427995678214636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/5030427995678214636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/5030427995678214636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2010/12/simple-act-of-kindness.html' title='A Simple Act of Kindness'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-4480821897805920978</id><published>2010-12-16T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T14:39:55.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Simple Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;"The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much." James 5:16b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat in the waiting area this morning while my son underwent an MRI of his shoulder. The news came on at noon, from a station in VA. I watched as snow befell their area. The forecast showed snow through most of MD and VA. The cutoff for precipitation seemed to end right at the MD/PA border. I sighed in frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I drove my son back home, I prayed a simple prayer of "Lord, could you make the snow come a little further north so we can get some too?" I knew, it was something God could easily perform. I didn't doubt His ability. I had little faith it would be a prayer He would answer though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minutes later I was waiting in line at a fast food restaurant to pick up a quick lunch, so I could meet with a dear friend. As I looked out my window, I saw a single snowflake. I looked again, wondering if I had imagined it. By the time I left the parking lot, an extremely light snow was falling. While we ate our lunch and conversed, the snow continued to thicken and fall, covering sidewalks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people think I'm crazy because I love snow so much. I can't describe it, but it brings me such joy to see the earth being blanketed. It's a constant reminder to me of how Christ paid the penalty for our sins, and wipes our hearts clean when we come to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I praise God for answering my simple prayer this afternoon and bringing joy to my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-4480821897805920978?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/4480821897805920978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=4480821897805920978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/4480821897805920978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/4480821897805920978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2010/12/simple-prayer.html' title='A Simple Prayer'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-5911947294813049128</id><published>2010-12-09T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T15:07:41.584-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in the Unexpected</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;"We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;2 Corinthians 4:8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;It's been an interesting week, and hasn't turned out at all like I anticipated. My youngest son has been having shoulder issues, that have been aggravated since we came home from vacationing in Maine in November. It probably didn't help that he &lt;/span&gt;returned to swim practice right when they began intense sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a doctor appointment, x-rays and physical therapy evaluation, it appears he is out of swimming for at least the remainder of December. It's unclear at this point whether or not he'll be able to swim in January. It depends how his shoulder responds to resting it and working on physical therapy exercises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find the news a mixed blessing of sorts. I hate to see him in pain and missing out on a sport he enjoys, but I also am looking forward to having the evenings free to spend family time together. It allows me extra time to work on things as we prepare for celebrating Jesus' birth. We finally were able to finish decorating this afternoon. It's been a long drawn out process this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remind myself Jesus is not surprised by this shoulder injury. He knew about it well before we did. Even though we don't always understand, we know we can trust Him, even when life throws us a curve ball.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-5911947294813049128?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/5911947294813049128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=5911947294813049128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/5911947294813049128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/5911947294813049128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2010/12/living-in-unexpected.html' title='Living in the Unexpected'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-8821103587150614583</id><published>2010-12-07T16:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T16:07:15.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Permission Not to Stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;" Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and  petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.&amp;nbsp; And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus." Philippians 4:6-7 &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lunch with a dear friend today. It was such a joy to sit down and reconnect with her after being gone on vacation to Maine. I was able to share with her some of my photos and materials I picked up while we visited Camden. She blessed my heart by being excited about what was important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I left her, I walked over to the Fashion Archives, which is having a show on the clothes of the nineteenth century. This was of particular interest to me, since this is the time period that I am writing about in my Christian historical fiction book. While I perused the display of old dresses, my mind ruminated on the discussion my friend and I had just had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was telling her about how my time has gone, since we returned from Maine. I mentioned not being able to write yet, and stressing over all that needed to be accomplished. She suggested taking a break from writing until January, and instead focus on what needed accomplished for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple remedy, but one I hadn't come up with before now. As I walked back to her office, I felt as if a huge weight had been removed from my shoulders. She gave me permission to not stress and try and get everything accomplished. She assured me it was all right to take a break. I had been feeling guilty about not being able to get everything done that needed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes (maybe often) we need a friend who knows us well enough to advise us and tell us ways we can improve. I'm thankful for this dear woman who had the keen insight to know I needed permission to not try and do it all. I praise God for this incredible friend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-8821103587150614583?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/8821103587150614583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=8821103587150614583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/8821103587150614583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/8821103587150614583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2010/12/permission-not-to-stress.html' title='Permission Not to Stress'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-6710144755616224899</id><published>2010-12-03T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T12:53:14.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Have the Funeral Before You Die</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I declare to you, brothers and sisters, that flesh and blood cannot  inherit the kingdom of God, nor does the perishable inherit the  imperishable. Listen, I tell you a mystery: We will not all sleep, but we will all be changed— in a flash, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the  trumpet will sound, the dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be  changed. For the perishable must clothe itself with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality. When the perishable has been clothed with the imperishable, and the  mortal with immortality, then the saying that is written will come true:  “Death has been swallowed up in victory.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; “Where, O death, is your victory? &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Where, O death, is your sting?”&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ." 1 Corinthians 15:50-57&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Yesterday morning I sat at the funeral of a dear friend, with my two sons by my side. The past few months I have experienced a number of viewings and funerals. I was reminded of the importance of keeping short accounts, and make sure you aren't harboring anything in your heart. Perhaps this is good to take into account, especially in the midst of the Christmas season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Maybe it's time to have a funeral. What do I mean? Not literally digging a pit in the ground, but in your mind instead. Then ask God to show you if there are any areas in your life where you are harboring bitterness, unforgiveness, sinful habits, etc. When God shows you, ask Him to throw them in the hole that's been dug, and cover them with His shed blood on the cross. Pray you won't dig up the soil again, but choose to walk in the beauty of His forgiveness and love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;This year in late December, it will be twenty years since my Dad died. I'm thankful I had time to make things right with him before he left this earth. We didn't have any major problems, but some miscommunication and misunderstandings through the years. We cleared those up a year or two before his body was ravaged with cancer. When he died, I was able to release him, knowing that he loved me. We kept short accounts, not holding onto bitterness or hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;As you prepare your house and heart for Christmas this year, don't forget to examine your life and heart to see if you are harboring those hurts from the past. Dig a hole and bury them, asking the Holy Spirit to reign in your heart instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-6710144755616224899?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/6710144755616224899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=6710144755616224899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/6710144755616224899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/6710144755616224899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2010/12/have-funeral-before-you-die.html' title='Have the Funeral Before You Die'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-8785636623924325597</id><published>2010-12-01T14:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T14:58:52.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Preparation</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;"Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="woj"&gt;For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; Matthew 11:29-30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I turned the calendar to December this morning, my first initial inclination was panic, especially when my son and I wrote 24 days to Christmas and started our countdown to celebrating Christ's birth. My brain ticked off all the things waiting to be accomplished - find photo for Christmas letter, print Christmas letter, write Christmas cards, figure out what gifts we have already, and what we still need, finish decorating the house, search for a Christmas tree, decorate said tree, make cookies, wrap gifts, make gifts..... The list swirled in my head. I also remembered the 30,000 words or so I still need to finish on the novel I'm writing. My goal is to have it completed by Christmas. Ahh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I stopped, took a breath, and remembered a conversation I had with my friend from Georgia on Monday. We were discussing preparation for the holiday season. I started listing all the things 'to do', and she commented that she decided she wasn't going to be stressed this Christmas season. After all, we are celebrating the birth of our Lord and Savior, it's all about Him. So perhaps my cards will be a little late this year, and I won't get to all the things I would like to do. The most important thing to focus on is preparing my heart for celebrating Christ's birth. He is the reason for the season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-8785636623924325597?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/8785636623924325597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=8785636623924325597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/8785636623924325597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/8785636623924325597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2010/12/heart-preparation.html' title='Heart Preparation'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-3643060031398625246</id><published>2010-11-29T11:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T11:34:24.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell to a Dear Friend</title><content type='html'>I received news a few moments ago that a dear friend from church died this morning. This dear 90-year-old woman was an inspiration to all who took the time to get to know her. Her battle with cancer ended as she breathed her last moment on this earth, and entered into Jesus' presence the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She taught me the importance of being able to laugh at yourself and not to take things so seriously all the time. She found the joy and laughter in life. She had a wonderful love for the Lord, and incredible sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She remained at home throughout her last days, keeping her independence. She was the type of woman that I want to grow up emulating. Even though my heart is sorrowful with missing this dear woman, I can't help but rejoice she is no longer suffering. She is walking the streets of heaven and celebrating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-3643060031398625246?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/3643060031398625246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=3643060031398625246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/3643060031398625246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/3643060031398625246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2010/11/farewell-to-dear-friend.html' title='Farewell to a Dear Friend'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-2996325119731364670</id><published>2010-11-26T15:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T15:08:24.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful for the Little Things</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my family spent Thanksgiving in Hershey with my Mom, brother, and his family. We had to eat in shifts since there were so many of us - eight grandchildren and five adults. While the kids were eating my mom asked each of her grandchildren to say what they are thankful for this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two nieces and a nephew that were adopted from Ethiopia a few years ago. The things they mentioned they were thankful for were things like: family, shelter, water, heat, electricity and clothes. It was a reminder to be grateful for all those little things we often take for granted. What are you thankful for this year?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-2996325119731364670?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/2996325119731364670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=2996325119731364670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/2996325119731364670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/2996325119731364670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2010/11/thankful-for-little-things.html' title='Thankful for the Little Things'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-582122569816867467</id><published>2010-11-26T14:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T14:53:57.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>We are on the eve of celebrating Thanksgiving tomorrow. This will be my first time to not prepare the meal for a number of years. We have been vacationing, so my mother offered to have us come to her this time. In about half an hour we’ll be reaching her home in Hershey. We’ve been on the road for over twelve hours, so we are looking forward to soon being able to stop for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With having a week away from home, it has given me some new insight. It’s been a blessing to be away from the normal stresses and strains of life – to relax and have no commitments. I even took a week off from writing, until now.&amp;nbsp;:) I guess I’m finally at the point where I needed to get some things down on paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we prepare to celebrate Thanksgiving tomorrow, I find I have many things to be thankful and grateful for in my life. I praise God for my Savior. I’m thankful for my husband, who is especially dear to me. I’m thankful for my sons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many other things as well – like the pleasure in sitting down and reading a good book, enjoying lunch with a dear friend, or the joy in having time away to gain a better perspective of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we celebrate all that God has done for us, I pray that you too will take time to count your blessings. When was the last time you thanked God for all He has done for you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-582122569816867467?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/582122569816867467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=582122569816867467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/582122569816867467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/582122569816867467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-7801363055511669355</id><published>2010-11-15T18:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T18:27:10.664-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Week Hiatus</title><content type='html'>The remainder of November will be very busy for me and my family. I  have several things to accomplish by the end of the month, so I've  decided to take a two week hiatus, taking a break from blogging, email  and Facebook. I'm looking forward to the break from technology! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-7801363055511669355?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/7801363055511669355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=7801363055511669355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/7801363055511669355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/7801363055511669355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2010/11/two-week-hiatus.html' title='Two Week Hiatus'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-3749066944751634956</id><published>2010-11-10T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T23:03:16.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Request</title><content type='html'>I wanted to share a prayer request this time. We have a dear friend from church who is 90 years old and has been suffering with cancer. I heard this evening she was doing poorly. We had been wanting to go see her, but things have been crazy and we put it off. Tonight I knew we needed to go see her, so we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very hard to see this dear woman so frail and a mere shadow of what she'd been. So if you read this I ask that you pray for her and her daughter who is working a full time job during the day and staying with her Mom in the evenings, taking care of her. I hate to see my friend suffer, but also hate to see her leave too. I know she'll be going to heaven, but death is never easy. Sigh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-3749066944751634956?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/3749066944751634956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=3749066944751634956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/3749066944751634956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/3749066944751634956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2010/11/prayer-request.html' title='Prayer Request'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-6499710185107465576</id><published>2010-11-08T11:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T11:57:55.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the Season</title><content type='html'>I love everything about Christmas - the cards, music, decorations, gifts, the food, the tree, and most important of all, the celebration of our Savior's birth. Our house usually has a mix of Thanksgiving and Christmas decorations in the month of November. A few Christmas things are beginning to make an appearance in our home. Today and this week my son and I will work at festooning our home with evidence of this winter holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we have Christmas music playing and already made a batch of sugar cookies. Orange dreamsicle cookies are the next on the list. I even purchased my Christmas cards last week. Most years I hand stamp my own cards, but this year I am running behind schedule with trying to write and work on my novel and various assignments. (I usually would have them all made by now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured I'll be able to work on my Christmas cards on the long car trip to Maine and back home again. I'll return home with something already accomplished for the holiday. If I get a few minutes, I'll also work on writing our family Christmas newsletter which we include in each of our cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, the Christmas season is a time for joy and celebration. I love sitting in the living room with all the lights off, except the Christmas tree lights. I huddle under a warm blanket, soft music plays in the background, as I sip a warm beverage. I love having quiet days with my family, basking in their presence, playing games, watching a movie (Lord of the Rings), and celebrating Jesus' birth. It's always wonderful if it snows too. 'Tis the season to prepare for Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-6499710185107465576?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/6499710185107465576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=6499710185107465576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/6499710185107465576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/6499710185107465576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2010/11/tis-season.html' title='Tis the Season'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-7827706935520204835</id><published>2010-11-05T16:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T16:19:29.265-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Choosing to Walk in My Daddy's Footsteps</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about the choices we make each day. Have you ever experienced a big snowfall where it is difficult to plow your way through the drifts? I remember when our boys were little, they would follow behind and walk in our footsteps, so it wasn't so difficult for their small legs. They were able to walk a further distance since they didn't tire out as easily when the path was already plodded for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much better it would be if we followed this same philosophy. Our Heavenly Father has already provided and walked the path He has for us. We need to choose to walk and follow in His footsteps. We can decide to blaze our own trail, beating through the briers, thorns and weeds, perhaps sometimes straying to a path that may look easier to trod, or we can choose to be like Him. Which path are you choosing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-7827706935520204835?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/7827706935520204835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=7827706935520204835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/7827706935520204835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/7827706935520204835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2010/11/choosing-to-walk-in-my-daddys-footsteps.html' title='Choosing to Walk in My Daddy&apos;s Footsteps'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-5812889430923653193</id><published>2010-11-02T12:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T12:18:44.231-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy!</title><content type='html'>I have been keeping a joy journal since late January. I often include it in my sidebar entitled Simple Joys. Even on the outside of my journal it says JOY. I found it at a craft store last Christmas. It is a reminder to look for how God moves or speaks to me throughout the day. Believe me, He's always there, it's whether or not we choose to be listening or filling our days with so many things, we can't hear Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm hosting my ladies Bible study group. We call ourselves Perfect Harmony. Whenever we are together, we experience joy. Even if one, or all of us are going through difficult times in our lives, somehow in the sharing and accountability we experience God's peace and presence. I always leave being blessed by our time in fellowship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy has been a topic on my mind as of late. Perhaps because of experiencing freedom in being who God created me to be. I find myself humming and singing a lot throughout the day. For me that can be a diagnostic reading. The more joy I have, the more I hum and sing. Where are you on the 'joy meter' today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-5812889430923653193?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/5812889430923653193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=5812889430923653193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/5812889430923653193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/5812889430923653193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2010/11/joy.html' title='Joy!'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-5651827404654891847</id><published>2010-10-29T12:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T12:00:31.267-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Miracle of Mercy Land by River Jordan</title><content type='html'>Country girl Mercy Land&amp;nbsp; chooses to leave her back-woods upbringing to work as an editor's assistant in Bay City, Alabama. Set in the 1930's, Mercy works for Doc Philips, the publisher and Editor of the local newspaper. One evening a mysterious book appears on Doc's desk that shows the lives of everyone in Bay City. All the decisions made through life are revealed in its pages. The two are intertwined, as they try to solve the riddle of why the book came and how they are to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a story of living life to the full with no regrets. We are unable to change the past. Our lives and the choices we make each day affect those we meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This free book was provided for review by &lt;a href="http://tre.emv3.com/HS?a=DNX7CkIzINfc8SA9MOORxB7nGHxKR9k7Xg_s"&gt;WaterBrook Multnomah Publishers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-5651827404654891847?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/5651827404654891847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=5651827404654891847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/5651827404654891847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/5651827404654891847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2010/10/miracle-of-mercy-land-by-river-jordan.html' title='The Miracle of Mercy Land by River Jordan'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-2132404993781782858</id><published>2010-10-25T16:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T16:02:00.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God Knows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to  prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.&amp;nbsp; Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart." Jeremiah 29:11-13&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful how God uses people in my life when I need it the most. I've been thinking today about the many blessings God bestows on us, often when we least expect them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on an emotional roller coaster the past week or so for various reasons. Through my ups and downs God has blessed me with a dear friend who surprised me with a dozen roses. I enjoyed a long walk with a different friend. I've been blessed through phone calls and women coming alongside me to uplift me in prayer. I have a wonderful husband who supports me. My youngest son blessed me today through an understanding hug and comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful God knows our hearts and our needs. I'm thankful for His loving care and concern. He blesses me through many individuals and I am grateful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-2132404993781782858?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/2132404993781782858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=2132404993781782858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/2132404993781782858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/2132404993781782858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2010/10/god-knows.html' title='God Knows'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-1822573804113149392</id><published>2010-10-21T14:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T14:08:23.874-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Burden Carrier</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Two are better than one, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; because they have a good return for their work: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;If one falls down, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; his friend can help him up. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But pity the man who falls &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and has no one to help him up! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Also, if two lie down together, they will keep warm. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But how can one keep warm alone? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Though one may be overpowered, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; two can defend themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A cord of three strands is not quickly broken." Ecclesiastes 4:9-12&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I praise God for a dear friend of mine. God brought her into my life when I was in need. It's funny, because we had been acquaintances for years, but never anything more than that. But at a time when I was having a number of struggles, she reached out to me. It forged a new beginning for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I quoted these verses in my last post, but it still rings true to what's on my heart today. I praise God I have a friend who comes alongside me and carries my burdens. She is a great listener and burden carrier. She can't change things or make my situation better. But I know she cares and is traveling the road with me. She prays for me. Somehow in the sharing and praying together, my burden is lifted. It isn't solved, only God can do that, but it becomes more manageable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how it should be. We also experience this when we give our struggles over to the Lord for Him to carry. I'm so thankful He knows what is best for me. I praise Him for this dear friend who chooses to help carry my burdens. Thanks friend! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-1822573804113149392?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/1822573804113149392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=1822573804113149392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/1822573804113149392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/1822573804113149392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2010/10/burden-carrier.html' title='Burden Carrier'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-6864755808520690636</id><published>2010-10-20T10:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T10:46:35.384-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fellowship and Accountability</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="color: blue;"&gt;"Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their work: If one falls down, his friend can help him up. But pity the man who falls and has no one to help him up!Also, if two lie down together, they will keep warm. But how can one keep warm alone?Though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves. A cord of three strands is not quickly broken." Ecclesiastes 4:9-12&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;"Let us not give up meeting  together, as some are in the habit of doing, but let us encourage one  another—and all the more as you see the Day approaching." Hebrews 10:25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I lead a woman's Bible study. I have for quite a number of years now. Many different women have been involved with it through the years. Two have remained constant and faithful throughout each topic I taught. We are a small group, only four of us, but God has brought us together in such a unique way. We have drawn close to each other as we are open and share the struggles we each face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;We share a common bond of loving the Lord, and desiring to learn how to be more like Him. Studying His Word strengthen our ties to one another. I'm thankful for these women because we share so much laughter and joy when we meet, although there is a lot of that too! But more than that, we share fellowship and accountability.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;God has meshed our hearts in a way I've never seen with each of the groups I've led. I don't know if it's because we are all in need of each other, or what. But through this relationship I continue to learn of the importance of having accountability in my life. Someone to ask you those hard questions. Another woman who sees your actions and examples and loves you even when you fail. A person willing to come alongside you and carry the load you bare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;The scriptures written above remind us of this need to rely on other people. It can be a scary thing. At times you can get wounded. I believe we need to seek God's wisdom and be careful. It's hard to know when and who you can trust. But don't be afraid to step out in faith and let someone into your life when you feel God prompting you. Don't miss out on a potential blessing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-6864755808520690636?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/6864755808520690636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=6864755808520690636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/6864755808520690636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/6864755808520690636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2010/10/fellowship-and-accountability.html' title='Fellowship and Accountability'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-8755215376511915952</id><published>2010-10-18T09:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T09:18:49.231-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When's the Last Time You Checked Your Face?</title><content type='html'>When was the last time you checked your face? I don't mean, when was the last time you looked in the mirror, but instead, when have you taken note of your countenance? Even though you may have experienced heartbreak and sorrow, does your face show you have no hope? Or do you instead have God's peace? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 4:7 says, "And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus." 2 Corinthians 4:8-9 goes on to say, "We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I'm asking, "When was the last time you did a face check on yourself?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-8755215376511915952?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/8755215376511915952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=8755215376511915952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/8755215376511915952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/8755215376511915952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2010/10/whens-last-time-you-checked-your-face.html' title='When&apos;s the Last Time You Checked Your Face?'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-3160641104286484403</id><published>2010-10-14T16:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T16:39:03.564-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratefulness</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="color: purple;"&gt;"Be joyful always; pray continually; give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus." 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;There is so much to glean from these three little verses, but what hits me the most today, is to give thanks in &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;all&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; circumstances. I couldn't help but think about this after meeting with a dear friend for breakfast yesterday morning.&lt;/span&gt; As we talked and shared together, I was reminded of how much this world is missing the importance of gratitude and being thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently experienced the death of a family member. I know of a dear friend who is dying of cancer. Another friend has a scary doctor report. The list could go on and on of the struggles we face each day. We often are surprised by life, but God never is. He knows what's going to happen before we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking how we need to focus more on being grateful - expressing it to God and to others. I wondered if perhaps you could look at each thing separately - joy, prayer and thankfulness. But the more I consider the possibility, I can't help but wonder and believe these three are intertwined, or need to be in our life. When we continue to pray and express our thankfulness, no matter what we are facing, we also experience joy. Coincidence? Definitely not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for today, why don't you experiment with prayer, thanksgiving and joy. Perhaps the more you work these into your life, the more joy you will experience. When was the last time you had joy? When did you pray? When was the last time you experienced gratitude and told someone? What can you do to improve?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-3160641104286484403?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/3160641104286484403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=3160641104286484403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/3160641104286484403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/3160641104286484403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2010/10/gratefulness.html' title='Gratefulness'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-593348097480991484</id><published>2010-10-12T15:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T15:25:16.459-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night to Remember - Part Two</title><content type='html'>Continued from yesterday........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you think it means?" Nathaniel questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think we'll find the answer in Bethlehem as the angels proclaimed," David said with awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another shepherd replied, "David is right, 'Let's go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can it be?" David's mind protested. But as he approached the young mother and father, he knew in his heart this babe was special. Even though his mind couldn't comprehend, his heart recognized that this was the Son of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David looked at the flushed face of the child and the tiny hands. The baby opened his brown eyes and gazed directly at him. A small smile flitted across Jesus' face, before his eyes closed in sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years later, David remembered the night with clarity. He knew it was the Lord's hand guiding them to the small stable behind the country inn. He and his friends spent the next few years sharing their story with whomever would listen. David knew Jesus would change his life in a dramatic way, but it would be many years before he fully realized what it entailed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-593348097480991484?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/593348097480991484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=593348097480991484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/593348097480991484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/593348097480991484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2010/10/night-to-remember-part-two.html' title='A Night to Remember - Part Two'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-9052457032931642201</id><published>2010-10-11T22:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T22:59:07.385-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night to Remember, Part One - Just For Fun</title><content type='html'>The black velvet sky began to come alive with the twinkling of countless stars. All&amp;nbsp;lie quiet on the soft rolling hills surrounding Bethlehem. The sheep slept with only an occasional bleating interrrupting the stillness of the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David stretched, pulling his cloak closer as a shield to ward off the coldness. He poked at the embers of the fire, causing a sudden warmth to flame upon his cheeks. He glanced at his fellow shepherds, who were still dozing. It was his turn to have&amp;nbsp;night watch duty. He often found it difficult to stay awake, but tonight was different. He glanced over his shoulder, anticipating something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It must be my imagination," David murmured to himself. "The sheep are quiet tonight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hours passed. As David prepared to awaken Nathaniel for his shift, a bright light filled the night sky. David shielded his eyes, reaching for his staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"W-Who goes there?" he called, hating the way his voice cracked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David continued to stare at the brilliant light. He squinted, wondering if he saw the shape of a man with wings. He blinked his eyes, straining to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I must be dreaming."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is it?" Nathaniel asked, joining him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David was ready to reply, when a voice from the heavens interrupted him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The skies were filled with a multitude of angels and in one voice they proclaimed, "Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to men whom his favor rests."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As quickly as the angels appeared, the skies were now deserted. David observed that all of his friends were awake and saw the glorious sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-9052457032931642201?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/9052457032931642201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=9052457032931642201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/9052457032931642201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/9052457032931642201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2010/10/night-to-remember-part-one-just-for-fun.html' title='A Night to Remember, Part One - Just For Fun'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-5528306085023622715</id><published>2010-10-08T16:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T16:33:27.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gorgeous Day in PA</title><content type='html'>We have been having such gorgeous weather in PA the past couple days. It's been quite welcome after having three days of dreary, overcast and rainy days. Although I find that I also enjoyed the dreary days too. I like being able to sleep in a little later since it was more dismal. I like curling up with a good book, drinking something hot, having Christmas carols playing and a candle lit. Gotta love that! But I also enjoy the sunshine. Also love the snow, but we won't go there.....YET! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's to be wonderful tomorrow too, for which I am thankful. My dear friend from Georgia and her husband will be visiting. Unfortunately they can only stay for about 16 hours or so, but we are going to make the most of the opportunity since she doesn't often make it to PA. We'll celebrate her 50th birthday together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any deep or even light spiritual truths to share today. Just glorying in the beautiful day God has given us. What are you thankful for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-5528306085023622715?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/5528306085023622715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=5528306085023622715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/5528306085023622715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/5528306085023622715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2010/10/gorgeous-day-in-pa.html' title='Gorgeous Day in PA'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-3978322423144114131</id><published>2010-10-06T23:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T23:20:17.905-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of Story</title><content type='html'>I find words to be interesting, perhaps why I enjoy writing them. I also like the sounds of different words. Take the word ruminate.&amp;nbsp;Dictionary.com defines it as: to chew the cud, as a ruminant, or&amp;nbsp;to meditate or muse; ponder. This word accurately describes my thoughts as of late. I've been pondering the power of story. What a coincidence my current writing assignment also deals with this topic. Or is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How interesting that Christ often used the gift of story to spread His truths. Somehow a story can&amp;nbsp;break through the lines of defenses and crack the armor that people use to guard their hearts. The words of this old hymn by H. Ernest Nichol reflect these thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We've a Story to Tell to the Nations&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve a story to tell to the nations,&lt;br /&gt;That shall turn their hearts to the right,&lt;br /&gt;A story of truth and mercy,&lt;br /&gt;A story of peace and light,&lt;br /&gt;A story of peace and light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain&lt;br /&gt;For the darkness shall turn to dawning,&lt;br /&gt;And the dawning to noonday bright;&lt;br /&gt;And Christ’s great kingdom shall come on earth,&lt;br /&gt;The kingdom of love and light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve a song to be sung to the nations,&lt;br /&gt;That shall lift their hearts to the Lord,&lt;br /&gt;A song that shall conquer evil&lt;br /&gt;And shatter the spear and sword,&lt;br /&gt;And shatter the spear and sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve a message to give to the nations,&lt;br /&gt;That the Lord who reigns up above&lt;br /&gt;Has sent us His Son to save us,&lt;br /&gt;And show us that God is love,&lt;br /&gt;And show us that God is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve a Savior to show to the nations,&lt;br /&gt;Who the path of sorrow has trod,&lt;br /&gt;That all of the world’s great peoples&lt;br /&gt;Might come to the truth of God,&lt;br /&gt;Might come to the truth of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are affected by story through the books we read, those we hear and also watch. What type of story are you telling with your life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-3978322423144114131?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/3978322423144114131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=3978322423144114131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/3978322423144114131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/3978322423144114131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2010/10/power-of-story.html' title='The Power of Story'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-1902371809184380707</id><published>2010-10-05T15:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T12:16:14.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Security in Who I Am</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="lyrics"&gt;I've been thinking about this old hymn by Daniel W. Whittle and James McGranaham entitled &lt;i&gt;"I Know Whom I Have Believed."&lt;/i&gt; Perhaps because I've been thinking about some of the events from this past weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful I have a God who loves me no matter what. Even though I am unworthy, He still chooses to pursue and seek me. What's so wonderful, is He does this for each of us! I'm thankful for this truth today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know not why God’s wondrous grace&lt;br /&gt;To me He hath made known,&lt;br /&gt;Nor why, unworthy, Christ in love&lt;br /&gt;Redeemed me for His own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="chorus"&gt;Refrain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="chorus"&gt;But I know Whom I have believèd,&lt;br /&gt;And am persuaded that He is able&lt;br /&gt;To keep that which I’ve committed&lt;br /&gt;Unto Him against that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="chorus"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know not how this saving faith&lt;br /&gt;To me He did impart,&lt;br /&gt;Nor how believing in His Word&lt;br /&gt;Wrought peace within my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="chorus"&gt;Refrain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="chorus"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know not how the Spirit moves,&lt;br /&gt;Convincing us of sin,&lt;br /&gt;Revealing Jesus through the Word,&lt;br /&gt;Creating faith in Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="chorus"&gt;Refrain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="chorus"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know not what of good or ill&lt;br /&gt;May be reserved for me,&lt;br /&gt;Of weary ways or golden days,&lt;br /&gt;Before His face I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="chorus"&gt;Refrain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="chorus"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know not when my Lord may come,&lt;br /&gt;At night or noonday fair,&lt;br /&gt;Nor if I walk the vale with Him,&lt;br /&gt;Or meet Him in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="chorus"&gt;Refrain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-1902371809184380707?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/1902371809184380707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=1902371809184380707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/1902371809184380707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/1902371809184380707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2010/10/security-in-who-i-am.html' title='Security in Who I Am'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-4837876411029982542</id><published>2010-10-04T13:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T13:26:01.142-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort for the Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="color: blue;"&gt;"Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who  comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any  trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God. For just as the sufferings of Christ flow over into our lives, so also through Christ our comfort overflows.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: blue;"&gt;2 Corinthians 1:3-5&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's rainy, cool, and dreary outside, but warm and calming inside. I have a pumpkin candle burning and Christmas music playing in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an off weekend for our family. My husband and sons went to Virginia to visit my in-laws while I headed to my mom for a viewing and funeral. I think we all returned home a bit battle-bruised and weary and in need of recuperation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided when I woke up this morning that my son and I would have an abbreviated school schedule today. He suggested putting on some Christmas music. We always start playing it early in our household, and decided today was the day to start. The only other things that would make the day perfect would be for my husband to have the day off, and for it to be snowing! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful today for the comfort God brings through music and time together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-4837876411029982542?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/4837876411029982542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=4837876411029982542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/4837876411029982542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/4837876411029982542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2010/10/comfort-for-soul.html' title='Comfort for the Soul'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-167117190573822078</id><published>2010-10-01T20:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T20:03:22.575-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Head in the Clouds by Karen Witemeyer</title><content type='html'>I loved the characterization Karen Witemeyer created in her new book  Head in the Clouds. This book was set in Texas in the late 1800's, which  happens to be my favorite time period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adelaide Proctor takes a job as governess on a sheep ranch. Her  employer, Gideon Westcott is not your typical cowboy, but instead an  aristocrat from England. Throw in a five-year-old girl, Isabella, who  doesn't speak and a governess who desires a story-book ending. Along  comes mystery and intrigue to make a delightful story.  I highly recommend Karen's new book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A free review copy of this book was sent to me by Bethany House  Publishers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-167117190573822078?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/167117190573822078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=167117190573822078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/167117190573822078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/167117190573822078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2010/10/head-in-clouds-by-karen-witemeyer.html' title='Head in the Clouds by Karen Witemeyer'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-3460738711829460970</id><published>2010-10-01T16:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T12:14:20.407-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Not Surprised</title><content type='html'>Today has turned out differently than I had planned. By now I was to be in VA with my husband and sons, visiting my in-laws and celebrating some birthdays. But yesterday we received a phone call that a family member had died. Funeral plans weren't known at that point. Less than an hour before we were to leave this morning, I received word that the times were set now, and the services would be much earlier than we anticipated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a difficult decision, but my husband and sons continued on with their plans to travel to VA while I opted to stay home and attend the services tomorrow and Sunday afternoon. I continue to remind myself God is not surprised when we often are. I am thankful the call came before we left for VA, thus allowing me the opportunity to change plans. I praise God who is all-knowing. He is worthy of our trust!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566457272589281657-3460738711829460970?l=diggingforpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/3460738711829460970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566457272589281657&amp;postID=3460738711829460970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/3460738711829460970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566457272589281657/posts/default/3460738711829460970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diggingforpearls.blogspot.com/2010/10/gods-not-surprised.html' title='God&apos;s Not Surprised'/><author><name>Digging for Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191097693490693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QzCB3idqvtA/R9_jQew9JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4URqj-h0WxI/S220/IMGP2626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566457272589281657.post-5526040155729858415</id><published>2010-09-28T19:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T19:10:13.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fill My Cup Lord</title><content type='html'>I keep thinking of the words to this old hymn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fill my cup Lord, I lift it up, Lord!&lt;br /&gt;Come and quench this thirsting of my soul;&lt;br /&gt;Bread of heaven, Feed me till I want no more--&lt;br /&gt;Fill my cup, fill it up and make me whole!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made me think of this? Believe it or not, our two guinea pigs prompted those pondering&lt;i&gt;s. &lt;/i&gt;Recently&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;these two have developed a new habit. Whenever their food bowl gets low, they tip it over, completely upside down.&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;I guess they do this in hopes that we will notice it, and fill it again with food. Pretty smart, because it usually happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening when I saw the empty bowl, it made me think of our need to go to our Heavenly Father each day and ask Him to fill our cup. It's easy to become drained, weary and worn from the days activities. We need Him to refresh, renew and refill us. I praise God that He is always there and available, just waiting for me to call out to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Call to me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know.' 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