<?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-27476259</id><updated>2012-02-02T06:58:07.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Truly Living</title><subtitle type='html'>With all of God's blessings I can say that I am Truly Living....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-1837762617966369186</id><published>2010-01-22T10:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T10:08:02.568-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Soon!!!!</title><content type='html'>I have had several requests to update my blog :) Clearly, Facebook is not enough! So, within the next few days I will be adding new material to this site! It really has been too long!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27476259-1837762617966369186?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/1837762617966369186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=1837762617966369186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/1837762617966369186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/1837762617966369186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2010/01/coming-soon.html' title='Coming Soon!!!!'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-415054577705154900</id><published>2008-11-12T09:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:08:21.157-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/School/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November is one of my favorite months of the year, because it reminds me to stop and count my blessings. God has really been so good to me that I can't imagine not taking the time to thank Him for all He has done. Unfortunately, I get busy and take the best things in life for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I listed each thing in life I am thankful for, it could take me hours. So, I will just take the time to talk about one of the best blessings God has ever given me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My husband&lt;/span&gt;. Not only is he my spouse, the person I am blessed to share a lifetime with, but he is most importantly my best friend. He is my encourager, my confidant, and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amazing love&lt;/span&gt; of my life. He knows everything about me and he loves me just the way I am. But, that is the way true love should be. When some women are looking for every opportunity to be with other people, I am content to be at home with the one I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things some people dislike about him - his perfectionism, his finickiness, and his attention to detail are the very things that attracted me to him! Those are the traits that make him go above and beyond what other men would do on our anniversary, my birthday, and other special occasions. He has &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; forgotten one of those special dates and he always makes them more memorable than I could ask. He notices every time I wear something different, or try something new and he is quick to compliment every detail about me, which is exactly why I want to please him that much more! He encourages me to better myself and stands behind me when I make a decision. He is definitely my biggest fan and does not hesitate to defend me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the best father I could have ever wanted for my children. He is loving, firm and a great spiritual leader in the home. He displays the perfect example of the Heavenly Father's love by showing our children an equal amount of grace and discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful that God chose to bless me with this amazing man of God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27476259-415054577705154900?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/415054577705154900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=415054577705154900' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/415054577705154900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/415054577705154900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2008/11/amazing-love.html' title='Amazing Love'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-9160074368684724239</id><published>2008-09-13T02:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T03:23:33.688-04:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Years Later ..................</title><content type='html'>I can't sleep! It's  3:00 a.m. and all these thoughts are rolling through my head. It's not because I am not tired-- because I am! It's not because I have so little to occupy my mind - its so full I can't keep up with all the stuff rolling around in it! So, I decided to get up and get this out. Plus, I figured it has been four months since I blogged, so very few people would read into this insight I am sharing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the fact that I can't pick up the phone and call her to tell her about something my happy-go-lucky Anna has said. Maybe it's because she can't see how handsome my sweet Simeon is becoming. Maybe there is some underlying feeling my emotional intelligence is processing that is making me think about her.Maybe I am just suffering emotionally right now  and need a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;safe&lt;/span&gt; ear to share my feelings with. Maybe it's because someone reminded me that she would have loved seeing Anna and how spunky she is. Maybe it was the recent reminder from one of her friends from long ago about what a great person she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is , but the realization of how much I really miss my mother is weighing heavy on me.  It has been 20 years since she lost the battle to cancer and still I miss her just as much. There are times when it isn't as difficult, but there are times that the pain seems just as real as if it were yesterday.Twenty years ago I did not let the pain out. I avoided tears and all appearances of grief. I did not want anyone to know how I felt. That was my mistake and it took years to realize that my stoic behavior was not healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I know there is purpose in our pain. I know God had a plan for my life and it may not have come to fruition if she were still here. But, for some reason, I can't help but wonder what it would be like to talk to her now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wondering, what lesson do I need to learn from these feelings? Is it the value of those closest to us? Is it how short time is and how precious life is? God knows. Time and time again I look back at each milestone and see what pain or emotion He used to teach me a lesson. So, for now I will wait. I will wait to see what He wants me to feel or hear. But, as I wait I will remember the good and look forward to the day when I will be able to share the life I have lived with her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27476259-9160074368684724239?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/9160074368684724239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=9160074368684724239' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/9160074368684724239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/9160074368684724239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2008/09/20-years-later.html' title='20 Years Later ..................'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-4545999106549525618</id><published>2008-05-21T07:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T08:03:21.252-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sibling Rivalry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/SDQKL2j_gBI/AAAAAAAAAEs/HXTUerDGLLI/s1600-h/December+2007+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/SDQKL2j_gBI/AAAAAAAAAEs/HXTUerDGLLI/s320/December+2007+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202794668261081106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born in the same family, living in the same home, blessed in the same manner these two little people have a lot in common. Yet they are amazingly different! These differences are easily appreciated especially during certain circumstances. But, their differences are what make these two adorable creatures clash on a pretty consistent basis. They love to stir the other's emotions and thoroughly enjoy getting the other one in trouble. Sometimes it grieves me to no end when they are unkind to one another and treat each other with disregard. I want them to be close and to be each other's ally. I know that one day it will come and I remind them just like my daddy reminded me that they need one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was contemplating this aspect of sibling rivalry, it struck me how similar God must feel when His children are unkind to one another. How His spirit must be grieved when we don't consider our brother or sister's feelings. Surely, He is watching and wishing we would be close and an ally to them. Does it hurt Him when we respond in a bitter manner to our "siblings?" If I am an earthly parent who can not stand to see my children fight, how much more does it pain our Heavenly father? Yes, it must hurt Him. Yes, He must want us to be kind and get along with one another. It is amazing how we can see life in a different light if we will just look through His eyes of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I strive to instill brotherly and sisterly love in my children; I am reminded that as children of God we must also strive to realize just how important our brothers and sisters are to us. We must avoid unkind words and be true allies to one another. We need each other and our Heavenly Father will appreciate our consistent determination to avoid &lt;i&gt;sibling rivalry&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27476259-4545999106549525618?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/4545999106549525618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=4545999106549525618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/4545999106549525618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/4545999106549525618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2008/05/sibling-rivalry.html' title='Sibling Rivalry'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/SDQKL2j_gBI/AAAAAAAAAEs/HXTUerDGLLI/s72-c/December+2007+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-8285168332068268091</id><published>2008-05-13T15:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T15:39:37.585-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Fling at Oak Park 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=5cf4e0c0dcabe22a4af481" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="408" height="382" wmode="window" allowfullscreen="true" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;amp;p=5cf4e0c0dcabe22a4af481&amp;amp;skin_id=701&amp;amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:408px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link?p=5cf4e0c0dcabe22a4af481&amp;amp;skin_id=701&amp;amp;source=emplay" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link_image/5cf4e0c0dcabe22a4af481/701.gif" style="border:0px;" width="408" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;amp;utm_medium=txt1" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Make an on-line slide show at &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/27476259-8285168332068268091?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/8285168332068268091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=8285168332068268091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/8285168332068268091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/8285168332068268091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2008/05/spring-fling-at-oak-park-2008.html' title='Spring Fling at Oak Park 2008'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-8422721465434682677</id><published>2008-04-30T10:00:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T10:24:35.624-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shhhhh! She's ????? today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/SBh8gczAmeI/AAAAAAAAAEk/_u-nP6HLn2A/s1600-h/Staci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/SBh8gczAmeI/AAAAAAAAAEk/_u-nP6HLn2A/s320/Staci.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195039067099666914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't tell you which one she is but......it's not me, my mother-in-law, or her best friend who is having a special birthday today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have the joy of honoring one of my most special friends on her ___th birthday! Our friendship goes back only a few years but it is one that was formed on a solid foundation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staci and I never called each other on a daily basis, went shopping weekly, or went out on the weekends. Instead our friendship was formed on two very important aspects - family and prayer. This friendship I treasure began as an offspring of my in-laws' and her parents' friendship. When our families would get together for special occasions that was really the only time she and I did things, other than church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, our bond was really solidified when we both started attending Monday night prayer meetings. We would claim our own separate corners and spend time with our Creator. Those special times in prayer united our spirits in ways that social outings never could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a family oriented person and don't always tend to be social. Staci is also a family oriented person so we have always honored each other's "space."But, that realization of the need for individualization did not effect our spiritual connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staci has the uncanny ability to make me feel better about myself when I am around her. I don't worry about what I say, or don't say. I can be me! She is a strength to all of her friends and many times an amazing confidential sounding board! We may not communicate for weeks, yet I know our friendship will pick right up where it left off. She doesn't get angry if I forget one of her personal milestones or remember it to late. She challenges me to be a better person. She can touch the Throne of God when I need her to. She is an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AMAZING&lt;/span&gt; friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Birthday Staci!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27476259-8422721465434682677?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/8422721465434682677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=8422721465434682677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/8422721465434682677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/8422721465434682677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2008/04/shhhhh-shes-today.html' title='Shhhhh! She&apos;s ????? today'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/SBh8gczAmeI/AAAAAAAAAEk/_u-nP6HLn2A/s72-c/Staci.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-5511315733190541901</id><published>2008-04-28T15:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T16:13:41.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/SBYq68zAmdI/AAAAAAAAAEc/teTrrS6iC0A/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/SBYq68zAmdI/AAAAAAAAAEc/teTrrS6iC0A/s320/book.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194386412459301330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unconditional love gives others the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to hurt us-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John Bevere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; While attending Indiana Ladies Conference, Sis. Jennifer Cobb suggested the book, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Bait of Satan, &lt;/span&gt;as a great Bible study tool. I am always looking for new things to teach our Ladies Bible study group and was quick to jump on this one. I never read the finely printed subtitle, but just read the bold title when I bought the book. So, last week when I began diving into this new material, I looked a little further and realized the subtitle was, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Living Free from the Deadly Tray of Offense&lt;/span&gt;. I had no idea what an amazing source of instruction I had just purchased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only just begun to soak in the lessons that John Bevere teaches in this masterpiece! The book has become so vivid in so many areas that I have started highlighting many of his insightful statements.  So many of us are trapped by Satan's deadly bait of offense. Offense can steal our joy, rob our peace, and cause mass destruction in our minds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite points he has made so far is when he talks about Joseph and how God always has a plan. Every obstacle Joseph faced just led him closer to the plan God had for his life. Knowing that nothing comes against us without the Lord's knowledge of it before it happens, nails down how we need to trust Him when we would rather be offended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I have not completely finished this book, I highly recommend it. There are times when we don't even know that we are holding off God's blessings by holding on to offense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you stay free from offense you will stay in God's will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - John Bevere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27476259-5511315733190541901?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/5511315733190541901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=5511315733190541901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/5511315733190541901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/5511315733190541901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2008/04/unconditional-love-gives-others-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/SBYq68zAmdI/AAAAAAAAAEc/teTrrS6iC0A/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-392246128877865591</id><published>2008-04-14T20:08:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T20:28:54.669-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Don't Need Another Reason to Praise the Lord"</title><content type='html'>Years ago I heard someone sing that song and today I was reminded of how powerful those  words really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened when I saw her walking through the grocery store unable to utter a single word an innocent bystander could comprehend. She looked to be about 12 or 13 but had the expression of an infant. Her inability to communicate other than cry out every few minutes did not stop her mother from conversing merrily with her. They were talking about the eggs they would use to make a cake, and all of the other ingredients needed. Her mother seemed sensitive and compassionate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment it occurred to me that the day-to-day problems many people think are so overwhelming really are not so life shattering in the grand scheme of things. Not when a precious child such as this was struggling to let her feelings be made known. I took the time to reflect upon how blessed I really have been. Both of my children are healthy and have no problem communicating or taking care of their basic needs. None of us have gone hungry. No one is in the hospital. We have a roof over our heads. We have a bed to sleep in. We have salvation, water baptism, and Heaven awaits us. I just have to say God is good! When you think life is bad - look around ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/SAP1fGWUilI/AAAAAAAAAEU/l_xdYbw21tA/s1600-h/Spring+Break+and+easter+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/SAP1fGWUilI/AAAAAAAAAEU/l_xdYbw21tA/s200/Spring+Break+and+easter+015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189261110289926738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No matter the problem I don't need another reason to praise the Lord!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27476259-392246128877865591?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/392246128877865591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=392246128877865591' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/392246128877865591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/392246128877865591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-dont-need-another-reason-to-praise.html' title='&quot;I Don&apos;t Need Another Reason to Praise the Lord&quot;'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/SAP1fGWUilI/AAAAAAAAAEU/l_xdYbw21tA/s72-c/Spring+Break+and+easter+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-233254296324197173</id><published>2008-04-07T17:23:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T17:27:54.461-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is where I've been......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/R_qRPAHwreI/AAAAAAAAAEM/0petVpbuDE8/s1600-h/school+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/R_qRPAHwreI/AAAAAAAAAEM/0petVpbuDE8/s320/school+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186617607787163106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After having five people ask me in less than one week when I was going to blog again, I decided that maybe it was time. Actually, I think I fell into a hole towards the end of September and I am just now climbing out. Maybe it was the cold winter that kept my brain from running. Or, could it be that from November until the end of January the busyness of everything was too much?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe it was the 12 hour class load I took in the fall that kept me from writing for fun. If so, then maybe that’s why I haven’t been running (Rochelle) or eating right (Becky). &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Regardless of the reason, my visit to &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Mississippi&lt;/st1:state&gt; and &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Texas&lt;/st1:state&gt; along with a couple of recent emails from my &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Indiana&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; friends has reminded me of my 6 month hiatus. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Actually, my visit in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Texas&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; reignited the desire to work on both my physical health and my mental health (by blogging). Thanks ladies!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I finally finished my Bachelors in Business and decided to take on one of my Graduate level classes for the spring semester. Then, after May 9&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; I am going to take my first summer off from school since 2004!! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hopefully, with my course load being a little lighter (despite the extensive papers due) I will start writing again, running again, and eating right. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Thank goodness spring is in the air!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27476259-233254296324197173?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/233254296324197173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=233254296324197173' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/233254296324197173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/233254296324197173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-is-where-ive-been.html' title='This is where I&apos;ve been......'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/R_qRPAHwreI/AAAAAAAAAEM/0petVpbuDE8/s72-c/school+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-8365702906612401428</id><published>2007-09-06T11:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T11:29:13.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God does not call the qualified; He qualifies the called</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/RuAcA7EflBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/S2c3qM33mHY/s1600-h/moses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/RuAcA7EflBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/S2c3qM33mHY/s400/moses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107112779620258834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I first read this quote. It was a blessing to me because I felt completely unqualified to complete the task at hand. I first read it when my pastor asked me to start a Christian school for our church. I never realized how heavily I would be leaning on God when I undertook that task. But, somehow he gave me exactly what I needed to do what I had been called to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still four years later I am holding to that quote only this time in a new area that I have been called to. In the eyes of man, I may not have the ability or the qualifications to be where He has placed me. But because of my unqualified status God has required that I lean on Him. In leaning on Him, I rely on His ability not my own. Because it is only through God's ability that His people can be loved the way He desires us to be loved. On my own, I can't be who I am called to be but through Him I can! On my own I can do nothing. But, He qualifies me to do what I have been called to do little by little. Step. By. Step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countless leaders in the Bible did not have the qualifications that man thought they should've had. Moses, David, Peter, and the list goes on. However, what they did have was the desire to serve God. In the end, he gave them each the qualifications they needed to serve His people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you feel you don't have the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;qualifications&lt;/span&gt;" to be what man expects you to be - remember you are not serving man. You are serving God! He will give you the ability you need!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27476259-8365702906612401428?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/8365702906612401428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=8365702906612401428' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/8365702906612401428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/8365702906612401428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2007/09/god-doe-not-call-qualified-he-qualifies.html' title='God does not call the qualified; He qualifies the called'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/RuAcA7EflBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/S2c3qM33mHY/s72-c/moses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-2346644070548002511</id><published>2007-07-10T08:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T08:54:06.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Beyond the Here and Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/RpOA6pQ5_hI/AAAAAAAAAD0/iBIORJP-Xpk/s1600-h/SunsetRainbow1-m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/RpOA6pQ5_hI/AAAAAAAAAD0/iBIORJP-Xpk/s400/SunsetRainbow1-m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085550149228953106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat there listening to her weeping and telling of her pain, something hit me. Actually it was like a bolt of lightening. It was almost as if I had been looking in a mirror because I could feel what she was going through. It was just weeks ago that I was going through the exact same anguish only the pain had been brought on by someone entirely different. I knew why. I could never have been able to feel her pain had I not gone through the same situation. I could not have ministered to her  as effectively had I not really known how her heart was breaking. It was at that moment that God reminded me that every trial has a purpose and there are lessons to be learned from each struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My humanness questions every struggle and every hurt. But, God has a great purpose for everything we go through. The trial may be small or it may be epic in proportion but each trial nonetheless has a lesson. Why do we endure hardship? Why do we lose loved ones? Why the pain? There is a lesson. When we learn that God gives us grace to endure and trust Him to give us strength to handle the load we gain through the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God reminds me that He knows where I am, and He has a plan for my life. I believe He expects me to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;live beyond the here and now&lt;/span&gt;. When a trial comes our way we should look beyond the trial.  We should look to Him and to how He will use that trial as part of His plan. He expects us to realize that one day someone will need to know that we've been there and that we made it through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What seems to us as bitter trials are often blessings in disguise&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                        Oscar Wilde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27476259-2346644070548002511?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/2346644070548002511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=2346644070548002511' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-4151244383003679916</id><published>2007-07-02T15:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T16:02:28.635-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrate Freedom at Oak Park Church</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=312359d2b938bf2133a854" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="600" height="526" wmode="window" allowFullScreen="true" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=312359d2b938bf2133a854&amp;skin_id=601&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:600px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link?p=312359d2b938bf2133a854&amp;skin_id=601&amp;source=emplay" 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/4151244383003679916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/4151244383003679916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2007/07/celebrate-freedom-at-oak-park-church_02.html' title='Celebrate Freedom at Oak Park Church'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-8091831745073278438</id><published>2007-06-14T13:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T15:43:14.905-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what we've been up to.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/RnGY3QjX5eI/AAAAAAAAADU/O9_PtUUFj44/s1600-h/Kingergarten+graduation+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/RnGY3QjX5eI/AAAAAAAAADU/O9_PtUUFj44/s200/Kingergarten+graduation+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076006330126820834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing this month we had Anna's kindergarten graduation.  Anna was so thrilled to have Nana and Papa come visit us and we were blessed to spend an unanticipated extra day with them. We had such a good time and we really miss being close to them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then we celebrated her 6th birthday - for almost a week!  We celebrated with Nana and Papa, with Taylor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/RnF4tQjX5bI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3aDVAusojmU/s1600-h/Annas+6th+bday+and+camp+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/RnF4tQjX5bI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3aDVAusojmU/s200/Annas+6th+bday+and+camp+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075970973956040114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taylor and Anna at ChuckEChesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at home with a cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/RnF4RgjX5aI/AAAAAAAAAC0/5ln3umWTuVs/s1600-h/Annas+6th+bday+and+camp+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/RnF4RgjX5aI/AAAAAAAAAC0/5ln3umWTuVs/s200/Annas+6th+bday+and+camp+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075970497214670242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't believe my baby is six!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was time to send Simeon off to church camp for the first time.  I definitely had a harder time letting him go than he had leaving me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/RnGXNwjX5cI/AAAAAAAAADE/5_JLz-csVxI/s1600-h/Annas+6th+bday+and+camp+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/RnGXNwjX5cI/AAAAAAAAADE/5_JLz-csVxI/s200/Annas+6th+bday+and+camp+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076004517650621890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of those who have asked, he is having a great time and is NOT ready to come home yet.&lt;br /&gt;So, my worries were for nothing - as usual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/RnGXvwjX5dI/AAAAAAAAADM/XUKZPkr-x6k/s1600-h/Annas+6th+bday+and+camp+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/RnGXvwjX5dI/AAAAAAAAADM/XUKZPkr-x6k/s200/Annas+6th+bday+and+camp+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076005101766174162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Simon, Simeon, Matthew, and Alex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as you can see our June has been BUSY already - busy but fun! I don't anticipate any slow downs in our schedule but I am learning to be flexible and enjoy the excitement (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as much as possible)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27476259-8091831745073278438?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/8091831745073278438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=8091831745073278438' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/8091831745073278438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/8091831745073278438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-is-what-weve-been-up-to.html' title='This is what we&apos;ve been up to.......'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/RnGY3QjX5eI/AAAAAAAAADU/O9_PtUUFj44/s72-c/Kingergarten+graduation+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-7891029621774292655</id><published>2007-05-16T20:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T20:15:57.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers and Daughters at Oak Park</title><content type='html'>We had a great time at our "Day in Paradise."  There were over 100 ladies who attended this fun filled event! Thank you everyone who helped make it so special!  I love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=2bcfb41d2e472d09e30f44" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="350" height="328" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=2bcfb41d2e472d09e30f44&amp;amp;skin_id=0&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:30px;width:350px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link?p=2bcfb41d2e472d09e30f44&amp;skin_id=0&amp;amp;source=emplay&amp;coord=" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link_image/2bcfb41d2e472d09e30f44/0.gif" style="border:0px;" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;amp;utm_medium=txt3" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Make video montages at &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/27476259-7891029621774292655?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/7891029621774292655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=7891029621774292655' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/7891029621774292655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/7891029621774292655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2007/05/mothers-and-daughters-at-oak-park.html' title='Mothers and Daughters at Oak Park'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-4808095596657383536</id><published>2007-05-02T10:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T11:12:37.268-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you want to be used of God?</title><content type='html'>I will never forget the first time I felt the call of God on my life. I was too young to really understand what that call would entail. Nonetheless, I decided that I would do whatever I could to work in the kingdom of God. Mind you the key word is WORK. I say work, because the call of God is not about pomp and position. The call of God is service. Service to the Creator and service to His people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I realized that I couldn't run from God's calling, I begin to make myself available to Him in every way. To work wherever and whenever. See, I was always taught that when you see something that needs to be done you should just do it - not wait to be asked. That is how I began working in the kingdom of God. No one had to ask me to be a part. I just found a place to work and gave it my all. I truly believe that the willingness on my part to do whatever needed to be done opened more doors than I ever expected. Not that I am anything special or anyone extraordinary. It's just that I wasn't looking to be a leader. I was looking to be a servant of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After deciding to serve God in every aspect I also learned that God's timing was not the same as mine. What He has for us is greater than what we could anticipate for ourselves. Too many times we get in a hurry and try to rush God and walk through a door He didn't open. As creatures of control most of us like to open our own doors. Thankfully, God has been in control of opening the doors of my life. Every door He has opened has led me to a new and adventurous realm of service. When God opens the door it makes every storm easier and giving up does not become an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly believe that God wants to use willing vessels. If you want to be used of God you must relinquish your self will and be willing to work wherever there is a need without being asked. That may mean cleaning the church. It may mean fixing a meal for a family in need. It may mean mowing the church lawn. It may mean menial labor more than recognition. It may mean practicing His will more than preaching. But, if you are truly called of God it won't matter. Because you will have a servant's heart. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you really want to be used of God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27476259-4808095596657383536?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/4808095596657383536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=4808095596657383536' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/4808095596657383536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/4808095596657383536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2007/05/do-you-want-to-be-used-of-god.html' title='Do you want to be used of God?'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-8040128686415875094</id><published>2007-04-23T20:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T21:27:39.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Lesson #8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/Ri1bMpaeOKI/AAAAAAAAACE/ZxHiO_i8FnA/s1600-h/JvilleSunrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/Ri1bMpaeOKI/AAAAAAAAACE/ZxHiO_i8FnA/s320/JvilleSunrise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056798229440379042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Live One Day at a Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Growing up in southern Mississippi it is a given that I heard a lot of Southern Gospel music. But, there is one song that comes to mind over and over again. That song is, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;One Day at a Time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;I don't particularly remember the verses as well as I do the chorus which goes something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One day at a time sweet Jesus&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I'm asking from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just give me the strength&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To do everyday what I have to do. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's gone sweet Jesus &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow may never be mine. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord help me today, show me the way&lt;br /&gt;One day at a time.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;This song tends to bring life into perspective for me. Because it reminds me that we can't go backwards, we shouldn't borrow from tomorrow's troubles, and that we must depend upon Him for direction. No amount of worrying about tomorrow will make it easier to handle.Only trusting in God &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;will help us deal with the situations that lie ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had someone ask me not long ago how they were going to deal with problems in the future. All I could think to tell them was to take it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one day at a time&lt;/span&gt; and lean on Jesus. Because, He knows what tomorrow holds. He knows what we are capable of handling. So, we must trust Him with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; of our hearts and not lean on our own understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the to do lists pile up and the weeks and months seem too busy to handle just remember this song and trust the Saviour to help you take it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one day at a time&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27476259-8040128686415875094?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/8040128686415875094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=8040128686415875094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/8040128686415875094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/8040128686415875094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2007/04/life-lesson-8.html' title='Life Lesson #8'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/Ri1bMpaeOKI/AAAAAAAAACE/ZxHiO_i8FnA/s72-c/JvilleSunrise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-8143859672551343224</id><published>2007-04-18T19:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T20:14:54.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Lesson #7</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Face Your Fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once told me that the only way to overcome the thing you fear is to face it head on. What? Face the thing that scares me the most? Rejection, failure, uncertainty? Absolutely. Face all of these head on.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's word tells us that perfect love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;casteth&lt;/span&gt; out all fear so facing those fears with the love of God will only cause them to diminish. That means stepping out in faith to trust the One and only who is able to help fight the battle. Letting go of self incrimination and holding on to the Hand that won't let go. God has given us more anointing and power to face those mind crippling fears than the enemy wants us to realize. We must allow Him to work through us to overcome our fears. Remember, when we are powerless He is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;powerful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you Lord, that I don't have to be paralyzed by my fears.  You have given me Your promises that I can overcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love and of a sound mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(2 Timothy 1:7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27476259-8143859672551343224?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/8143859672551343224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=8143859672551343224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/8143859672551343224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/8143859672551343224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2007/04/life-lesson-7.html' title='Life Lesson #7'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-4977722796174241873</id><published>2007-04-16T18:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T18:24:47.599-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Lesson #6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be Willing to Pay the Price&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/RiP3JOiwSRI/AAAAAAAAABk/ta8Wr3SzwJ4/s1600-h/dollar+sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/RiP3JOiwSRI/AAAAAAAAABk/ta8Wr3SzwJ4/s320/dollar+sign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054154944734578962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All wish to possess knowledge, but few, comparatively speaking, are willing to pay the price.”  - Author &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am of the opinion that we can make time for whatever we want to do. In doing so, sometimes we have to sacrifice one desire over another. But, if it is important enough to us we will be willing to pay the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is busy and most of us live with a hectic schedule, but we make time for the things that are important to us. If playing a musical instrument is important to you, you will make time for practice. If writing a book is important to you, you will make time to become an author. If serving God is important to you (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and I hope it is&lt;/span&gt;), you will make time for Him and His work. If exercising and being healthy are top on your priority list (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I need to work on this one&lt;/span&gt;), you will make time for both disciplines. If you are determined to finish your college education, you will study and endeavor to be a successful student. (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Goodbye sleep&lt;/span&gt; :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success is many times built upon how willing we are to discipline ourselves and pay the price. It matters not where you came from or how you were raised&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, contrary to popular belief&lt;/span&gt;.  What matters is where your passion lies.  How willing are you to pay the price???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/27476259-4977722796174241873?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/4977722796174241873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=4977722796174241873' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/4977722796174241873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/4977722796174241873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2007/04/life-lesson-6.html' title='Life Lesson #6'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/RiP3JOiwSRI/AAAAAAAAABk/ta8Wr3SzwJ4/s72-c/dollar+sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-6081529073212724194</id><published>2007-04-14T21:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T21:47:32.247-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Lesson # 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Take Time to Rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a very novel Saturday in that we didn't have anything on the schedule. So, we took full advantage of the freedom and rested.  There was plenty of time for household duties, and then I found therapy in  just listening to the rain and the kiddos playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many people in this competitive industrialized society of ours feel that rest is a waste of time. They believe that if they aren't busy then the world will cease to exist. But I find that the more rested I feel the more kind, compassionate, and understanding I can be. The more rested I feel the more I am able do what God has called me to do.  Sometimes we have to lay the busyness aside and allow God to refresh us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may also need to realize that God did not mean for us to outdo one another with our "to do" lists. I also feel that He wants His children to realize that times of rest are a necessity and will empower us to continue His work.  So, take the time to rest and lay aside the guilt for doing so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest. &lt;/span&gt;(Matthew 11:28)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27476259-6081529073212724194?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/6081529073212724194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=6081529073212724194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/6081529073212724194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/6081529073212724194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2007/04/life-lesson-5.html' title='Life Lesson # 5'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-2738527968470573256</id><published>2007-04-13T17:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T17:55:34.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Lesson #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Family Matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite things to do is spend time with these three people....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/Rh_4qOiwSQI/AAAAAAAAABc/wB99ZAtyGuI/s1600-h/DSCF0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/Rh_4qOiwSQI/AAAAAAAAABc/wB99ZAtyGuI/s320/DSCF0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053030711275047170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried to make family time a priority in our lives, no matter how busy we get! Those family times may not necessarily be scheduled or be as consistent as I like, but they are special nonetheless.  I want them to know how much I love them and how important they are to me. Time flies too quickly in life and I plan to take advantage of every single minute with my family.  With the knowledge of that fact it is my God given responsibility to hold every moment with care because &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;family really does matter&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27476259-2738527968470573256?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/2738527968470573256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=2738527968470573256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/2738527968470573256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/2738527968470573256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2007/04/life-lesson-4.html' title='Life Lesson #4'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/Rh_4qOiwSQI/AAAAAAAAABc/wB99ZAtyGuI/s72-c/DSCF0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-6510953061762496170</id><published>2007-04-12T16:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T17:58:13.987-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Lesson #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Accepting Our Differences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/Rh6WcuiwSOI/AAAAAAAAABM/sSp8BINnRRY/s1600-h/Jason+and+Dawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/Rh6WcuiwSOI/AAAAAAAAABM/sSp8BINnRRY/s200/Jason+and+Dawn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052641252230580450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine how boring life would be if we were all created exactly the same. Instead our Creator chose to develop each one of us in a very distinct manner. Even siblings, like my brother and I, contain many genetic likenesses yet still we are two &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;distinctly&lt;/span&gt; different beings. He and I both have come to understand that I will never think like him and he will never think like me. We have learned to accept our differences! God created us each with a different purpose and He wants us to accept that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will not prosper if we our constantly competing and expecting to be like everyone else around us. Nor will it benefit us to expect everyone else to be like us or think like us. We must instead realize that we are all different. Remember, variety is the spice of life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made&lt;/span&gt;..(Psalm 139:14)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/27476259-6510953061762496170?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/6510953061762496170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=6510953061762496170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/6510953061762496170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/6510953061762496170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2007/04/accepting-our-differences.html' title='Life Lesson #3'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/Rh6WcuiwSOI/AAAAAAAAABM/sSp8BINnRRY/s72-c/Jason+and+Dawn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-5411746253678704986</id><published>2007-04-11T17:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T18:00:10.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Lesson #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/Rh1hGOiwSMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/NNWJ7l1qJ7E/s1600-h/forgiveness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/Rh1hGOiwSMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/NNWJ7l1qJ7E/s320/forgiveness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052301116590540994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finding Forgiveness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness is one of those necessary commodities in life. Without having this staple we find ourselves weighed down with cares and guilt that we weren't meant to bear. Thankfully God has provided a way out of these unnecessary burdens. All we have to do is lay them at His feet and He will allow the blood to wash them away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, we often find it hard to forgive ourselves and this weight becomes one we don't want to lay down. In addition to refusing to let go of our own faults or failures, we tend to hold on to the mistakes of others.  This reluctance to forgive turns into a bitterness that can destroy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is up to us to choose to be bitter or better; to be a forgiver and a forgetter.  Forgiveness is freeing and allows us to draw closer to God.  His desire is for us to find forgiveness and in finding forgiveness we will find peace that cannot be illustrated with mere words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first challenge of the day is to forgive yourself and then let go of the guilt.  Second, forgive others and ask them to forgive you if need be. Then, sit back and let God do the rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="woc"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For if you forgive others their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num-woc" id="v40006015-1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="woc"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but if you do not forgive others their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses. &lt;/span&gt;(Matthew 6:14-15)&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/27476259-5411746253678704986?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/5411746253678704986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=5411746253678704986' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/5411746253678704986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/5411746253678704986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2007/04/finding-forgiveness.html' title='Life Lesson #2'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/Rh1hGOiwSMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/NNWJ7l1qJ7E/s72-c/forgiveness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-7372246718599895340</id><published>2007-04-10T14:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T14:37:39.152-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Little Lessons</title><content type='html'>God has been speaking to me about compiling a short series of thoughts on some of life's little lessons. So, I feel challenged to do this consistently for the next thirty days. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I cannot believe I am admitting this to the world but I am gonna give it a shot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Little Lesson is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stop, Look, Listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/RhvV6uiwSJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/v32bLhLd1Mg/s1600-h/cartoon-stop-sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/RhvV6uiwSJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/v32bLhLd1Mg/s200/cartoon-stop-sign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051866611929073810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/RhvV6-iwSKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/DUOGKv3MTGo/s1600-h/eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/RhvV6-iwSKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/DUOGKv3MTGo/s200/eyes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051866616224041122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/RhvV6-iwSLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zK6PsW4QBV8/s1600-h/ears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 82px; height: 86px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/RhvV6-iwSLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zK6PsW4QBV8/s200/ears.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051866616224041138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We teach our children when they get ready to cross the street to stop, look both ways, and listen. But, when we get ready to cross the streets of life we often fail to follow these imperative instructions. Decisions would be much easier if we would &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;top and think about our choices, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ook at all the alternatives and the Word of God, and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; L&lt;/span&gt;isten to our Creator.  Too many times we get in a hurry and make mistakes because we didn't follow simple life saving directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I          will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go; I will counsel          you and watch over you."&lt;/span&gt; (Psalm 32:8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27476259-7372246718599895340?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/7372246718599895340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=7372246718599895340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/7372246718599895340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/7372246718599895340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2007/04/lifes-little-lessons.html' title='Life&apos;s Little Lessons'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/RhvV6uiwSJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/v32bLhLd1Mg/s72-c/cartoon-stop-sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-791324274638255986</id><published>2007-03-01T14:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T15:43:39.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Raise Me Up</title><content type='html'>Finally, I am taking a break from all of the business classes to take something fun.  I am taking a class right now called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Social Problems&lt;/span&gt;.  Now, you are probably wondering what does this have to do with her title. Just bear with me as I try to bare my soul......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While reading in my social problems text the other day, I ran across a statement that really impacted me.  It was, "people come to see themselves as they think others see them."  This is unbelievably true.  Our perception of who we are is all too often built upon others' perception of us.  Too many times there are those in life who choose to be the sandpaper that smooths our rough edges.  Not everyone who sees us sees  good in us. There are those who don't value our worth and thus we often start seeing ourselves as less than what God would have us to be.  We become blinded to the abilities that God has given us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there are those that see exactly the opposite. They see that our strengths outweigh our weaknesses and they build our self worth. Fortunately,  there have been a few individuals in my life that see me as smarter, stronger, and more capable than I really think I am.  Their view of me and their encouraging words helped me strive to become what I felt they saw in me. Those individuals are responsible for helping me overcome many insecurities. I know God's word tells me that I am more than a conqueror and He constantly encourages me with His gentle Spirit.  But, thankfully, in addition to what He sees, there are others who have been responsible to create in me a longing to be what I think they see.  Kevin, Staci, Annette, Ann, Becky and Bro. Hargrove are just a few who have succeeded in raising me up.  There are others but time would fail me to name them all.  To you I say thank you - You raise me up! I feel stronger, smarter, and more capable when I am with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After contemplating all of this the other day, it became even clearer to me that I want to be the one to raise others up.  I want to encourage them to see themselves as strong and capable individuals. I don't want to be the one who breaks down their sense of self worth.  I don't want them to feel less than what they are when they are with me.  I don't want to ooze cynicism. But, instead I want to be led by God to see others for what He has in store for them. I want to be the spark that lights the fire of boldness in someone to become the person God wants them to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, help me to see excellence in every being You have created.&lt;br /&gt;Help me to see their true worth and to look&lt;br /&gt;through Your eyes of love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27476259-791324274638255986?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/791324274638255986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=791324274638255986' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/791324274638255986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/791324274638255986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-raise-me-up.html' title='You Raise Me Up'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-117095936646746017</id><published>2007-02-08T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T17:44:24.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fp9U0M9CMHs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fp9U0M9CMHs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27476259-117095936646746017?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/117095936646746017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=117095936646746017' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/117095936646746017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/117095936646746017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-is-funny.html' title='This is funny'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-117086164445232451</id><published>2007-02-07T10:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T14:52:38.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the reasons I love Indiana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Snow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5792/2895/1600/229429/Christmas%20and%20New%20Years%202006%20054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2895/320/Christmas%20and%20New%20Years%202006%20054.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday afternoon we watched as 5 or 6 inches of snow covered the ground. It was quite the treat for Linda, my mother-in-law who was visiting with us at the time. Of course my kids were elated. They don't care if there is 1 inch or 6 inches they love playing in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5792/2895/1600/375212/Christmas%20and%20New%20Years%202006%20056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5792/2895/320/73258/Christmas%20and%20New%20Years%202006%20056.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Simeon and Anna spent their time sledding and building igloos and ended the evening with a nice warm cup of hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5792/2895/1600/992545/Christmas%20and%20New%20Years%202006%20061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5792/2895/320/812278/Christmas%20and%20New%20Years%202006%20061.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, Simeon and I got our snow day! He had been praying for six feet but thankfully God was merciful and sent us six inches instead.  You know it is cold and snowy when Indiana schools have a snow day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who are turning your AC on and enjoying 63 degrees you don't know what you are missing :)  We are rolling in the snow in -10 degree windchills! There has got to be a happy medium somewhere - but for now I will enjoy one of the many reasons I love Indiana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is winter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5792/2895/1600/171345/Christmas%20and%20New%20Years%202006%20062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5792/2895/320/767138/Christmas%20and%20New%20Years%202006%20062.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27476259-117086164445232451?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/117086164445232451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=117086164445232451' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/117086164445232451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/117086164445232451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2007/02/one-of-reasons-i-love-indiana.html' title='One of the reasons I love Indiana'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-117046498327790707</id><published>2007-02-02T20:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T20:15:36.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This too shall pass</title><content type='html'>When I feel a heavy load and know that I can't carry the burdens on my own I am reminded by a gentle Savior that this too shall pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  In the middle of the turbulence surrounding you&lt;br /&gt;These trying times that are so hard to endure&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of what seems to be your darkest hour&lt;br /&gt;Hold fast your heart and be assured&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This too shall pass&lt;br /&gt;Like every night that's come before it&lt;br /&gt;He'll never give you more than you can bear&lt;br /&gt;This too shall pass&lt;br /&gt;So in this thought be comforted&lt;br /&gt;It's in His Hands&lt;br /&gt;This too shall pass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Father knows the tears you cry before they fall&lt;br /&gt;He feels your pain, His heart and yours are one&lt;br /&gt;The Father knows that sorrow's heavy chains are strong&lt;br /&gt;But with His strength, you'll overcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This too shall pass&lt;br /&gt;Like every night that's come before it&lt;br /&gt;He'll never give you more than you can bear&lt;br /&gt;This too shall pass&lt;br /&gt;So in this thought be comforted&lt;br /&gt;It's in His Hands&lt;br /&gt;This too shall pass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So set your eyes upon the mountain&lt;br /&gt;And lift your hands up to the sky&lt;br /&gt;And let His arms of love surround you&lt;br /&gt;And take you to the other side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This too shall pass&lt;br /&gt;Like every night that's come before it&lt;br /&gt;He'll never give you more than you can bear&lt;br /&gt;This too shall pass&lt;br /&gt;So in this thought be comforted&lt;br /&gt;It's in His Hands&lt;br /&gt;This too shall pass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Yolanda Adams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6olU1D70eys"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6olU1D70eys" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27476259-117046498327790707?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/117046498327790707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=117046498327790707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/117046498327790707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/117046498327790707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-too-shall-pass.html' title='This too shall pass'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-117030000012632310</id><published>2007-01-31T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T21:56:20.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dangers of Stereotyping People</title><content type='html'>What you see on the outside is not always what lies beneath the surface. Many today look at others and quickly catagorize them into a mold that has been presumptiously set for individuals in society. This type of stereotypical behavior is detrimental to relationships. We judge and often do so ignorantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is easy to say, "they don't know how it feels to be......" The blanks are then filled in to justify our own behavior. What may not be obvious to us is that the very person being judged does know hurt, abuse, brokenness, poverty and neglect. We rashly make blanket statements to make ourselves feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is not Christian. That is not what God desires us to do. Any behavior, any thought can be justified if we try hard enough. But, God help those who are always looking to justify bitterness and anger. When we begin to justify every action, that is when we need to look into our hearts and make sure that we are examining ourselves with the Word of God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What someone looks like on the outside may be what helps them overcome hurts from the past.  Individuals who work hard to present themselves as holy and Godly can reach out to those in diverse situations.  If God can pick me up and change my life, someone who had nothing, and was completely steeped in bitterness and anger then I know God can help others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way I present myself does not keep me from reaching a hurting world.  I have been there.  I know how it feels to have nothing.  I know how it feels to be alone. Our lives are a testimony. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, from experience, that God opens the floodgates of Heaven when we have a submissive spirit.  When we are willing to submit to His word, to His will, and to His leaders we will find true liberation.  Never once have I gone wrong when I submitted.  I have seen numerous lives wrecked just because they could not submit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must be careful that every action, every word and every careless judgement is correct.  God wants us to love and not to be led by bitterness.  Bitterness is a cancer that will eat a person's soul.  Heaven is too prescious to waste.  Be careful.  The dangers of steretyping could steal one of God's greatest rewards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27476259-117030000012632310?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/117030000012632310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=117030000012632310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/117030000012632310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/117030000012632310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2007/01/dangers-of-stereotyping-people.html' title='The Dangers of Stereotyping People'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-116914350513025236</id><published>2007-01-18T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T09:28:34.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed.... but do you want to be broken?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5792/2895/1600/260933/71789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5792/2895/320/265067/71789.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to blessings I'll admit I am the first one to raise my hand and proclaim that, yes, I am blessed. As a matter of fact it would take me days to pronounce all of the blessings that God has given me. But, when it comes to that deep down touch from God, that blessing that can't be described with words, there must be a brokenness on one side or the other. Most of us don't like being broken. Being broken hurts. However, God in His infinite wisdom knows that it is this brokenness that blesses us again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brokenness is often needed to smooth out our rough edges. Like it or not we all have rough edges and God uses many different channels to smooth them. He will sometimes break us through relationship issues, illnesses, unkind words, and financial pressures. In the midst of being broken we don't always understand why or what the outcome will be. But God does. Many times we try to run from the brokenness.  It was David that said that God is near to those that are broken and He will save them. So, if the brokenness is not followed by blessing, then know that God is near and that it is worth the brokenness.  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is a song written by one of the members of our church.  Though it has only been sung one time, the words are forever ringing in my ears.  They remind me that in order to be blessed I must be willing to be broken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blessed but I've got to be broken&lt;br /&gt;I fall down on my knees&lt;br /&gt;Blessed but I 've got to be broken&lt;br /&gt;For you alone to please&lt;br /&gt;Consecrate my life Lord&lt;br /&gt;Surround my with Your truth&lt;br /&gt;Blessed but I've got to be broken&lt;br /&gt;To truly worship You. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Words by Bob Truman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27476259-116914350513025236?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/116914350513025236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=116914350513025236' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/116914350513025236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/116914350513025236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2007/01/blessed-but-do-you-want-to-be-broken.html' title='Blessed.... but do you want to be broken?'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-116638565202916962</id><published>2006-12-17T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T09:48:17.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud Mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5792/2895/1600/251347/Family%20036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5792/2895/320/966179/Family%20036.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Simeon at his first music recital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I realize that as most of you are reading this you are picking yourself off of the ground because yes, I am finally writing something after over a month's time.   I really do have many valid excuses!  Last night was the first time in over 3 weeks that we have not had something scheduled.  Plus, I have finally gotten a two week break from my classes - which I have been taking since the end of June!  So, I decided it was time to update everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to share how very proud this mama is of her boy!  Friday night he had his very first music recital.  He has only been taking piano for a year now and he did marvelous!  He played &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deck the Halls, &lt;/span&gt;and even though he was nervous he did a great job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5792/2895/1600/373016/Family%20031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5792/2895/320/292635/Family%20031.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also debuted with his saxophone, which he has only been playing for three months,  and performed just as well as I knew he would!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5792/2895/1600/491148/Family%20033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5792/2895/320/954044/Family%20033.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is that I am one proud mama!  All that practice really did pay off!  I can't wait to see how well he will do by next year.  If you missed it you can watch it all right&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tfXKp0p5D5A"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise there will be more fun and exciting blogs in the upcoming days.  This is Christmas and there is so much to share about the blessings that God has given us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27476259-116638565202916962?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/116638565202916962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=116638565202916962' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/116638565202916962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/116638565202916962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2006/12/proud-mama.html' title='Proud Mama'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-116348031262936241</id><published>2006-11-13T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T08:21:14.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Encouraged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2895/1600/smiley.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2895/200/smiley.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Webster defines encourage as a verb which means to inspire with courage, spirit, or hope. One who is encouraged is reinforced or strengthened. We learn from David that as a great leader we must encourage ourselves in the Lord.  In I Samuel 30:6 he encouraged himself instead of falling prey to the enemy of his soul and the enemies surrounding him. Fighting the battles we face are often done so with great victory when we encourage ourselves in the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend and biggest supporter wrote an article about being &lt;a href="http://www.oakparkch.org/content/content.php?id=27"&gt;Dis-encouraged&lt;/a&gt;. I know dis-encouraged is not a word - but it is the thought of being the opposite of encouraged.  When you look up the prefix &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dis &lt;/span&gt;in Webster you will find it means to do the opposite of something. Many times instead of being encouraged about the goodness of God and all His blessings we become &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dis-encouraged&lt;/span&gt;.  Life's circumstances and our surroundings seem bigger when we are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dis-encouraged&lt;/span&gt;.  We must use David as an example and remember to encourage ourselves in the Lord.  Because with Him we can do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL &lt;/span&gt;things!  So, read this &lt;a href="http://www.oakparkch.org/content/content.php?id=27"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; and be encouraged!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27476259-116348031262936241?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/116348031262936241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=116348031262936241' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/116348031262936241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/116348031262936241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2006/11/be-encouraged.html' title='Be Encouraged'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-116250898880394236</id><published>2006-11-02T18:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T10:03:37.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons to Smile.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These two special little people are so much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2895/1600/annasim.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2895/320/annasim.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One is always posing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2895/1600/annaaward.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2895/320/annaaward.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the other is always clowning around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2895/1600/sim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2895/320/sim.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and, with them life is never dull!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2895/1600/annasim.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27476259-116250898880394236?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/116250898880394236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=116250898880394236' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/116250898880394236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/116250898880394236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2006/11/reasons-to-smile.html' title='Reasons to Smile.....'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-116189261293904457</id><published>2006-10-26T15:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T15:48:51.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections from the Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2895/1600/Wiggins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2895/320/Wiggins.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say in life that you either remember the past better than it was or worse that it was. I am quite certain though that this trip down memory lane is not colored by my desires of perfection.   So, I decided to indulge myself while reflecting on this piece of my past because these memories are too fond to be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   See, yesterday I learned that my Aunt Ophelia McVay has terminal brain cancer.  I knew that she had throat cancer and had been going through radiation, but apparently the radiation wasn't effective enough and the cancer has now spread to her brain.  When I first learned about the severity of her condition all I could do was reflect upon the past.  I remembered the summers I spent with her and my Uncle, twenty years ago, and how important they were to me.  I couldn't wait to get to her "perfect" white house on the hill.  I would be greeted with kindness by my soft spoken, gentle, southern belle of an aunt.  Then we would plan our weeks with great excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent our days going to all the local dollar stores because, in Wiggins, there were no malls.  If you went shopping for clothes you went to Bill's Dollar Store or Fred's.  This is where she usually bought me a couple of new outfits for church, our next destination.  She and my Uncle pastored the local church and I remember thinking how busy she was all the time.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Now, I know why)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Of  all of the memories I have during my times spent with my Uncle Lacy and Aunt Ophelia probably those most fond to me would have to be our prayer time.  At night before we went to bed, we would all gather in the living room and prepare for prayer.  My Uncle would go around the room asking if anyone had any special requests and then we would share what was on our hearts.   After all the requests had been shared we would kneel down and begin to pray.  Those times in prayer will not be easily forgotten.  They taught me the great principle of family prayer.  Their faithfulness to prayer together was a model that I have used for my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can imagine even now, that as she lies in unbearable pain, that Uncle Lacy still prays each night with Aunt Ophelia.  Even though she can't speak, I am sure her prayers are carried up to Heaven each night with his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, now along with their prayers, I have lifted mine up with my family for her health and his strength.   I pray that God will  carry them during this trying time and that He will bless them for the many lives they have touched along the way.  I also thank Him for allowing me to recall the invaluable characterisitics these two precious saints of God planted in me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27476259-116189261293904457?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/116189261293904457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=116189261293904457' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/116189261293904457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/116189261293904457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2006/10/reflections-from-past.html' title='Reflections from the Past'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-116138055596636795</id><published>2006-10-20T17:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T18:04:35.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is All In How You Look At It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2895/1600/8ants-scaled.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2895/200/8ants-scaled.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;" It just wouldn't be a picnic without the ants." ~Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how when life throws us little curves we want to complain. But, then sometimes we never stop and look at the reason why we are at that particular bend in the road. Usually it is to get us a little closer to the end of our journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times I find myself complaining about the little things in life and then I am reminded of all of God's blessings. Very few of us who complain have reason to do so. We must all realize that life really is all in how you look at it! Problems are often just a test of our faith. When I face the tests in life I want to choose the right answer and pass the test with an "A".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, the ants might invade your picnic but don't forget that you are having a picnic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If life doesn't seem fair right now, give the problem to God and be thankful that He has given you life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;Every day ends in darkness but the dawn always breaks through!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27476259-116138055596636795?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/116138055596636795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=116138055596636795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/116138055596636795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/116138055596636795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2006/10/life-is-all-in-how-you-look-at-it.html' title='Life Is All In How You Look At It!'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-115973224339127450</id><published>2006-10-01T15:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T22:39:16.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2895/1600/clock.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2895/320/clock.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Need I say more..... Time is one of those scarce resources that I am constantly trying to get more of! I have been accused of really leaving a legacy (see my last blog) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by never blogging again&lt;/span&gt;.  One &lt;a href="http://rochelle-blog.blogspot.com/"&gt;friend&lt;/a&gt; even commented that obviously I am busy because it has been almost three weeks since I have written anything. Busy is truly an understatement! The last three weeks have been a blurrrrrrrr. Hopefully, I am on the uphill and will start being a little more in control of my time. Yea, right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I have taken time management classes. I know how to use a Daytimer and a Franklin. I am not making excuses! I know what it means to simplify and organize to the point that life falls into a system of perfect management. However, I also know what it means to flow with the punches and keep your head above water! Which is what I have been doing lately! It seems like the older I get the less time I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child, time would seem to drag by from one birthday to the next. I remember longing to be 13, then 16, then 18. Those long awaited occasions took too long! I also recall how long nine months seemed when I was awaiting the birth of my children. Time's value is most definitely in the hand of the beholder.  Now, I look back and wonder how a decade has gone by since the birth of my first child!  Now birthdays come too quickly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time has a way of slipping away from us when we seem to need it most. How many times have I wished that I could turn back those hands and add just a few more hours to the day? Countless! So, now I am taking time to do something I enjoy! I am taking time to realign my priorities, both spiritual and physical, and making sure that I don't forget that time waits for no one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27476259-115973224339127450?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/115973224339127450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=115973224339127450' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/115973224339127450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/115973224339127450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2006/10/time.html' title='Time.....'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-115827932289590190</id><published>2006-09-14T20:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T22:54:23.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want to Leave a Legacy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2895/1600/bible.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2895/320/bible.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;When I interviewed for the assistant principal position at Highland Park Presbyterian Church, in Dallas, I was asked what kind of legacy I wanted to leave behind.  That is not your typical interview question but it really got me to thinking.  How do I want others to remember me?  What kind of legacy do I want to leave behind for my family members? Do I want them to remember how intelligent or how organized I am?  Or, do I want them instead to remember that I loved them more than words can say?  Do I want people around me to remember that I was too busy to listen? Or, do I want them to say, she always listened when I needed her to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The legacy I want to leave is one of love and compassion.  I want others to remember me for showing mercy and grace.  I want my life to have been a servant's life - a servant to the King of Kings and to His people.  My intelligence, my accomplishments, and my material possessions don't really matter in the grand scheme of things.  I want my love for God and my family to be what they remember about me.  I want to leave that kind of legacy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Nordeman's song &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Legacy&lt;/span&gt; says it best:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; want to leave a legacy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; How will they remember me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Did I choose to love? Did I point to You enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To make a mark on things? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I want to leave an offering &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A child of mercy and grace who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; blessed your name unapologetically &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And leave that kind of legacy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27476259-115827932289590190?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/115827932289590190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=115827932289590190' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/115827932289590190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/115827932289590190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-want-to-leave-legacy.html' title='I Want to Leave a Legacy'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-115805439181245792</id><published>2006-09-12T05:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T06:41:29.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When I count my blessings.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2895/1600/DSCF0021-1.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2895/320/DSCF0021-1.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is on the top of my list.  My words will probably do a poor job of expressing just how blessed I am to have been given such an amazing husband.  I am frozen with an overwhelming sense of gratitude that God allowed us to meet and share our lives together.   If I had my life to do over, marrying Kevin Shindoll is one decision I would make over and over again.  Today, on our anniversary, I am reminded of        fourteen reasons  why I love him more each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is an awesome daddy to my kiddos!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He has the anointing of God on his life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He loves God and seeks &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;His&lt;/span&gt; will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He allows me to be both independent and dependent when I want to be.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He NEVER forgets a birthday, anniversary, or special occasion!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He believes in me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He supports my dreams and helps me reach them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He has taught me what unconditional love is.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He forgives easily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He brings me coffee! (Actually that should be higher on the list)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is teaching my son how to be a good husband.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He doesn't mind helping me around the house when I am tired!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He tells me everyday that he loves me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I look fondly back at the fourteen years we have shared, and I look forward to what lies ahead.    I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Truly Living!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27476259-115805439181245792?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/115805439181245792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=115805439181245792' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/115805439181245792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/115805439181245792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-i-count-my-blessings.html' title='When I count my blessings.......'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-115782817891916474</id><published>2006-09-09T14:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T15:26:28.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Let Others Define You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2895/1600/paula%20white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2895/320/paula%20white.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While browsing through the clearance section at the Pentecostal Publishing House booth, last month, I came across an excellent self-help book. It is called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Simple Suggestions for a Sensational Life&lt;/span&gt; by Paula White.  I opened the book just to see what it was like and the first page I turned to had the subtitle, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't let others define you&lt;/span&gt;." Obviously this caught my attention because being the "people pleaser" that I am I tend to do just that - let others define me. Paula went on to say that when we let others define us, they'll limit us and define us in a way that is less than what God has for us. She says they'll define us as less intelligent, less effective, and less spiritual than what God wants. This is so true. Psychology has even proven that "labeling" can be detrimental to a healthy development of the mind. Paula was right on with her thoughts about how important it is that we not let others define who we are. We have all been around those who feel it is their God-given duty to define us. They cannot see what God has in store for us or how we fit into His plan. God sees us for what we can be for Him. He looks past our every little mistake and sees the potential that may be hidden from others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when you rub shoulders with those who try to make you feel unintelligent or unsuccessful just remember that God has greater plans than they can see. Most of the time those who try to define you aren't happy with who they are.  The only way they can gain satisfaction is through pointing out your flaws.  Remember, we were all wonderfully and fearfully made. Know that God is in control and He has great plans for you!  Let God define you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27476259-115782817891916474?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/115782817891916474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=115782817891916474' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/115782817891916474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/115782817891916474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2006/09/dont-let-others-define-you.html' title='Don&apos;t Let Others Define You'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-115721858652501119</id><published>2006-09-02T13:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T14:48:16.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Special Lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2895/1600/Mom.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2895/320/Mom.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte Ann Hollman Owen, my mother, was only here on earth for a brief time.  The time I was given with her was too precious too explain.  God gave me fourteen short years to spend with her and during that time I am convinced that she  was most influential in making me who I am today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was born September 2, 1950 and was received into Heaven on February 24, 1988.  My mother left quite a legacy for which she will always be remembered.  She had God given talents and always used them for His glory.  She loved to play the piano and sing.  She started piano lessons at the age of 6 and at age 8 told her parents she didn't need them anymore.  She proved so by teaching herself to play by ear.  By age 12, she was playing during church services.  She went on to earn her degree in music from PBI and was used by God in music ministry.  She had many piano students and choir members who loved her dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her personality was infectious and she brightened a room when she entered with her laughter.   She rarely met a stranger and had the ability to make you feel like you had known her all your life.  She loved to shop for bargains - maybe that's where I get it from! She loved shoes and purses.  Recently, I met up with one of her friends from college and she told of how she thought, "only princesses had as many shoes as Charlotte."  My mother taught me how to be a lady and how beautiful ladies should carry themselves.  She would tell me not to be ashamed of how tall I was and to hold my head high no matter how much money I did or didn't have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, at the age of 30 she was diagnosed with breast cancer.  She maintained good spirits the entire time and continued singing and playing for God.  Even when the chemotherapy took a toll on her body,  she continued praising God and being a vessel of honor.  The news got out about how she faithfully served God during those times.  So, she was asked to be the guest of honor on our local radio station where she testified about God's goodness and sang and played for the public.  Then after eight years of fighting two different types of cancer God chose to take her from this life.  I know the angels in Heaven welcomed her as she no doubt began singing the moment she entered those gates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say that I don't miss her terribly, because I do.  The trial of her sickness and losing her is what drew me close to God.  I know I was blessed to have her and I know I will see her again.  On that glorious day I will see what God has done for her.  I will see that He has restored her body, and given her back what she once lost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, life is short.  Make sure you say I love you often and never take loved ones for granted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Happy Birthday, Mama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27476259-115721858652501119?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/115721858652501119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=115721858652501119' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/115721858652501119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/115721858652501119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2006/09/special-lady.html' title='A Special Lady'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-115698301134177056</id><published>2006-08-30T20:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T23:16:43.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2895/1600/SAVING_GRACE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2895/320/SAVING_GRACE.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It is a great honor and privilege of mine to be hosting a blog tour for Saving Grace written by Staci Wilder. Staci is a fantastic Christian authoress and a great inspiration to me. She has been a special prayer partner of mine for quite a while. She is also an amazing friend who never fails to encourage me when I need it the most! I am sure you will enjoy her writing and be swept away by the beauty of Saving Grace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next few paragraphs Staci shares with us the story behind the novel. If you are interested in learning more about Staci and her books you may visit &lt;a href="http://staciwilder.homestead.com/webpage2.html"&gt;Staci's&lt;/a&gt; website. You will also be blessed by visiting her blog &lt;a href="http://staciwilder.typepad.com/"&gt;Glimpses&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;SAVING GRACE: The Story Behind the Novel&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The Idea:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;On the first Monday morning of January 2003, I sat down with a blank page in Word opened before me on my computer screen. Previous projects were complete and it seemed very apropos that I would be beginning a brand new story in a brand new year. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It would be Grace's story, and I'd known that much for some time. While I didn't have the roadmap yet of how Grace and I would navigate through her story, I did know the story would be one about grief, forgiveness, and the road to grace. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Over the next seven months I wrote a story that I believe will always hold a special place in my heart. It was during this book that God took me to the next level of my discovery of grace. Often I would wake up, my stomach tense and nervous, because I literally had no idea what would or should happen next in the story and no clue on how to get there. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Not knowing what else to do, I'd go to my knees seeking - no, make that begging - guidance and direction just to get through the next chapter. It was during those weeks and months that I learned to bleed onto the pages of my story. I'd go from the computer to my knees, and back again. Over and over and over...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;As I worked through Grace's story, God began to open the eyes of my heart to truths I'd never seen before. I wrote this story with blind faith, and no one could be as surprised at the ending as I was! Let's just say that, when it was all said and done, I'd learned yet another lesson on grace.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;One afternoon I had been working on a particularly difficult chapter about midway through the book. It was a pivotal place in the story and I knew it was essential that I get it right. But it was tough going. The subject matter was heavy, the emotion was high, and I felt very inept to convey the message I knew needed to shine through.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Somewhere along the way I moved from my desk. I sat in my office chair, with the laptop propped on my knees and my feet propped on my bed. I don't remember when or how or even why. In my mind I was at The Winds in Ocean Isle with Grace. She sat across a picnic table from Kyle, trying to summon the courage to tell him the one thing she'd tried her best to keep from him, and from their marriage. It could very well be the end of her life as she knew it. Everything depended on his reaction to it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;As I prayed my way through each and every painful sentence of this scene, God took Kyle (yes, I know he's merely a character, but God really did use him!) and showed me the next level of grace. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You see, Kyle had an established relationship with God. He'd tried Him countless times before and had found Him to be true. Through his own painful loss, he'd come to know God in deep and profound ways. Kyle had experienced the same thing I did years ago. He'd had his own personal &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bethel&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But Grace had not. Though she'd begun her faith walk a few years back, the baggage, hurt, and betrayal from her past were stumbling blocks in the road to forgiveness and healing where she needed to be. She loved God. She served Him. She just had no way of getting to that place of restoration under her own power.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Kyle, in spite of his own shock and pain at her words, allowed God to use him as a bridge. He stood in the gap, one hand holding tightly to Grace, the other holding even tighter to the Almighty. Grace couldn't get there on her own, but she could cling to someone who was already there and they could become her lifeline.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This is true grace.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The Writer: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I emerged from the scene above in tears and, again, changed. It may sound silly because it's just a story and, maybe, that's how God can best teach me right now. I'm not sure. What I do know is that another set of blinders were removed from my spiritual eyes that afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was made aware of the rows and rows of folks that line our church pews. Holy, righteous people who've overcome pasts filled with unspeakable hurts and wrongs. Yes, they live for God now and, yes, there is healing in God. But sometimes it takes years to reach a place of true restoration. True grace.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And that's when we can be a bridge. We can stand in the gap, holding tightly to our fellow brother or sister with one hand, and holding even more tightly to Jesus with our other. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Of course, there is more to my life than just fiction. I’m also a wife, mom, and student, and am passionate about each of these roles. I write about these different facets of my life in Glimpses, my blog. Please join me there. I’d love to meet you!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;What’s Next From Staci:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Currently, I’m working on the sequel to Saving Grace. It is called Finding Faith, and is the second in the Sycamore Manor Series.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Here is a brief blurb:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She awakens to face one of the greatest fears known to woman. He has waited a lifetime for love, guarding close a secret he intends to share with no one, except the woman he intends to marry. Frightened and alone, she turns to him for answers and, while he wants to protect her, he is helpless to do so. Can she find strength in his care? Can he find the care he craves in her frailty?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;While showering one morning, thirty-two year old Faith Chandler discovers a lump in her left breast. Immediately, her mind and emotions begin a tug-of-war, one invoking rationalization, the other—sheer panic. An enthusiastic junior high school English teacher, Faith’s future—the one she thought she had forever to think about—seems suddenly overcast. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Thirty-six year old Marshall Morgan finds fulfillment in his work. The CEO and director of the teen pregnancy home founded by his late grandmother, he takes pride in what he’s come to view as a ministry of sorts. Still, there’s a vacancy in his heart, a place for a special woman that the Lord has yet to reveal to him. And then…there is his secret, the one he intends to share with no one, except the woman who will become his wife. When petite, dark-haired Faith Chandler walks through his door, he wonders if—at last—he is meeting the woman who will make his life complete.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27476259-115698301134177056?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/115698301134177056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=115698301134177056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/115698301134177056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/115698301134177056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2006/08/saving-grace.html' title='Saving Grace'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-115662552688830566</id><published>2006-08-26T16:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T19:48:21.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2895/1600/jesus-heaven-g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2895/320/jesus-heaven-g.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Though this life I live is blessed, I often long for the day I will be in Heaven. I have had this song on my mind for a few days and finally found the lyrics. I apologize in advance for the length of the lyrics but I just had to share &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; of them. If you ever get the chance to listen to a clip of the song - you will get the full effect.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to see Heaven!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Bob Carlisle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are moments in this life&lt;br /&gt;When its hard to carry on&lt;br /&gt;When I think about my father&lt;br /&gt;and all the loved ones that are gone&lt;br /&gt;Friends and close relation&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere on the other side&lt;br /&gt;They've passed into forever&lt;br /&gt;But the Love has never died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes this tired old world&lt;br /&gt;Starts bringing my heart down&lt;br /&gt;But I've got to bear the cross&lt;br /&gt;If I want to wear the crown&lt;br /&gt;I often get impatient&lt;br /&gt;As the time keeps dragging on&lt;br /&gt;I've waded through the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Now I am ready for the dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see Heaven&lt;br /&gt;Where the faithful carry on&lt;br /&gt;I want to see Heaven, oh Lord&lt;br /&gt;I want to see Heaven&lt;br /&gt;Where the pain of sin is gone&lt;br /&gt;I want to see Heaven, oh Lord&lt;br /&gt;I want to see Heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm living every moment&lt;br /&gt;As if this day were my last&lt;br /&gt;I'll put my treasure where my heart is&lt;br /&gt;And forget about the past&lt;br /&gt;And If Jesus comes tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I'll be ready to depart&lt;br /&gt;As He leads me to my mansion&lt;br /&gt;I'll be following my heart&lt;br /&gt;Following my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to go the distance&lt;br /&gt;But its more than I can bear&lt;br /&gt;They say there's no more crying&lt;br /&gt;And no dying over there&lt;br /&gt;I've held on to the promise&lt;br /&gt;Whosoever will believe&lt;br /&gt;Would have life that's never ending&lt;br /&gt;Well, I believe, I believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see Heaven&lt;br /&gt;Where the faithful carry on&lt;br /&gt;I want to see Heaven, oh Lord&lt;br /&gt;I want to see Heaven&lt;br /&gt;Where the pain of sin is gone&lt;br /&gt;I want to see Heaven, oh Lord&lt;br /&gt;I want to see Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27476259-115662552688830566?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/115662552688830566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=115662552688830566' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/115662552688830566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/115662552688830566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2006/08/heaven.html' title='Heaven'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-115637052710257865</id><published>2006-08-23T18:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T08:30:10.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons from Leaders</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2895/1600/clouds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2895/320/clouds.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our lives we all have people who have taught us great lessons which shape our character.  Lately, I have been thinking about some of those lessons and how they apply to my life.  I have tried to follow these tidbits of wisdom as closely as possible.  But, there is always room for improvement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to great men like my husband, Pastor D.G. Hargrove, Stephen M. Drury, my Daddy, Pastor Ken Hankins, Grady L. Hollman (my grandfather), Rev. Johnny James, and many, many others I can draw from the stores of my memory and continually glean from their wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll just share a few of the lessons I have learned from these great leaders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness and all things shall be added unto you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Pretty is as pretty does.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You can be bitter or better over your circumstances.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   Every story has two sides.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  True love is unconditional.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Do the right thing because it's the right thing to do.  If doing the right thing gets you into               trouble it will always get you out of trouble.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be careful what you do - your children will imitate you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We all make mistakes - give others a break.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Support your leaders because you may be one some day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You will never be ready to lead unless you are ready to serve first.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get over it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never give up!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you see something that needs to be done - do it.  Don't wait for someone to ask.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be flexible - expect the unexpected!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Almost right is ALWAYS wrong.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27476259-115637052710257865?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/115637052710257865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=115637052710257865' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/115637052710257865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/115637052710257865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2006/08/lessons-from-leaders.html' title='Lessons from Leaders'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-115620818356974718</id><published>2006-08-21T20:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T21:31:37.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna's First Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2895/1600/Misc%20044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2895/320/Misc%20044.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Anna's first day of Kindergarten.  She was so proud of her uniform and getting to go "upstairs" to school.  She was even happy to wake up and get dressed.  Being as though she&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; is not &lt;/span&gt;a morning person, that was quite an accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looked like a celebrity was starting school with all of the cameras and people following her inside.  Nana and Papa were there with their cameras and Daddy was carrying his.  She was so cute smiling sweetly and patiently for all of the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was nervous but quickly started making friends and setting her desk up the way she wanted it.  When we picked her up she told us all about her exciting day.  When we asked her what her favorite part of her day was she said it was doing her chart - her behavior chart.  She also liked having her height measured.  All in all everything went well.  Sadly, she is on her way to a journey that will end with great independence.   Knowing Anna and her amazing personality, this journey will be quite the adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27476259-115620818356974718?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/115620818356974718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=115620818356974718' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/115620818356974718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/115620818356974718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2006/08/annas-first-day.html' title='Anna&apos;s First Day'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-115586464420353294</id><published>2006-08-17T21:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T22:22:50.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Perfect 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2895/1600/Simeon%20birthday%20001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2895/320/Simeon%20birthday%20001.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like it was only yesterday when I waited, impatiently, I might add to hold my first child.  The night my water broke I had just worked 14 hours raising money for Tupelo Children's Mansion.  I had gone to the doctor earlier in the week and he told me he was going on vacation and that I had at least another 2 weeks.  Well, obviously Simeon had other plans, he was ready to enter the world and brighten our lives forever!  We rushed to the hospital at 4:00 a.m. on August 16th thinking we had better hurry because we wouldn't have much time.  Well, we could have stayed home and slept for another 12 hours because it took a total of 19 1/2 hours for him to actually arrive!  He was so sweet and tiny, and he made his daddy cry when he held him for the first time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, 10 years later I can't believe that the baby I once held is almost as tall as me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few things about Simeon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;    He has a very sensitive nature, and doesn't like anyone to be left out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;    He thinks sleep is a waste of time!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;    He appears shy at first, but when he warms up he can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TALK&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;    He is starting fifth grade in four days&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;    He loves sports- especially golf and basketball&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;    He thinks sleep is a waste of time!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;    He would rather try spinach than Jello????&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;    He ate Vienna sausages every day for lunch in first grade&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;    Did I mention he thinks sleep is a waste of time???&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;    He is extremely persistent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Each day he becomes more independent and I know very shortly another 10 years will pass.   I will be looking back and remembering when..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray blessings of peace, joy, and anointing upon his life almost daily.  I know he is mine to hold for just a short while and I am so thankful that God chose to give him to me!  Happy Birthday Simeon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27476259-115586464420353294?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/115586464420353294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=115586464420353294' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/115586464420353294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/115586464420353294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2006/08/perfect-10.html' title='A Perfect 10'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-115544204277175603</id><published>2006-08-13T00:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T00:30:35.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>North American Ladies Conference</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2895/1600/000_0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2895/320/000_0020.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past three days flew by so quickly! I had the awesome privilege of going to the North American Ladies Conference. The services were all life changing and it almost felt like God orchestrated each one of them for me! I know that there were other ladies who felt the same way because there were so many touched and changed by the power of God. We learned not to believe a lie, to get over our hurts, and that we have great power!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to the spiritual renewal, I was able to spend time with great friends. They reminded me of some very important truths that I had forgotten! Laughter doeth good like a medicine! They put up with my addictions (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Diet Coke and Starbucks&lt;/span&gt;), and the fact that I can sometimes be a little slow (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;expecting the parking attendant to give me money).   &lt;/span&gt;I was able to be there for Staci's first view of her new book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saving Grace&lt;/span&gt;.  That was pretty moving in itself!  I wanted to stand on  a table and announce that she was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; friend! I gained a new friend (Rochelle) in the process, and learned that I am not the only one who can talk all night long! I even got some special attention from one of my Moms (Nancy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I learned that even my crazy driving at almost 2:00 a.m. in the morning can't scare Lynette! She even learned to put with my indecisive nature at times (at least I hope she did).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that God takes every aspect of this great conference and implants it deep in my heart. I know that each lesson I learned, spiritual or emotional, will help me to be the servant He has called me to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27476259-115544204277175603?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/115544204277175603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=115544204277175603' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/115544204277175603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/115544204277175603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2006/08/north-american-ladies-conference.html' title='North American Ladies Conference'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-115454665953798330</id><published>2006-08-02T15:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T15:50:35.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Calling that Cannot be Denied</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2895/1600/hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2895/320/hands.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the place I was sitting when I felt the call of God on my life. There are days it seems just like it was yesterday and then other times it seems like a lifetime ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting at the altar at Mississippi campgrounds, praying with the children scattered everywhere, I heard God calling my name. It was no audible voice but instead it was a gentle urging to do a work for Him. It was at that time that I threw all plans of my own to the wind. I knew the only place I would ever find true satisfaction was in serving Him and ministering to His people. There are times my vision is shaded and I can't see why He has me working in a particular area, but then all at once He opens my eyes again and lets me see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When God calls us we must place our lives, our hopes, our dreams, and our confidence in His hands. When the prophet Samuel heard God calling him, he did not run but yet listened to God's call. We must be like Samuel, and be ready to follow His call.  It is not a calling that can be denied. Serving God is an absolute calling of faith and trust, knowing that He who has called us will qualify us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering that calling always changes my focus. When God has a work to be done, I want to be right in the middle of it denying my flesh and my desires but never denying my calling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27476259-115454665953798330?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/115454665953798330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=115454665953798330' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/115454665953798330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/115454665953798330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2006/08/calling-that-cannot-be-denied.html' title='A Calling that Cannot be Denied'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-115383921199322148</id><published>2006-07-25T10:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T08:38:28.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendships that Last</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every now and then we are blessed with special friendships that endure through the toughest times. These are the friends who see the person you really are and yet they still love you. These are the friends who are not bound by time and distance. These friends can point out your mistakes and still leave you feeling better about yourself. Even though they are careful to make you aware of your mistakes they don't sit around waiting for you to make them. These friends encourage you to reach for the stars and still help you stay grounded. These friends see the good in you when you can't see it yourself. These are not surface relationships, but these are relationships that go to the very core of your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the path of life God has blessed me with some friends like these. They are not many in number but they have left lasting impressions on my heart. Those who are the closest to me know I don't form friendships like these easily. I tend to be on the cautious side about everything, especially realtionships. So, to those of you who have broken through the barriers, I say thank you.   To those of you who are new friends, thank you for taking me in.  To all of my friends, be patient with me, I am still a work in progress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27476259-115383921199322148?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/115383921199322148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=115383921199322148' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/115383921199322148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/115383921199322148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2006/07/friendships-that-last.html' title='Friendships that Last'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-115318261753015694</id><published>2006-07-17T20:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T20:53:19.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing What You Do Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I am only one;  but still I am one.  I cannot do everything, but still I can do something.  I will not refuse to do the something I can do."  Helen Keller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There are times I wish there were more than one of me.   Sometimes I feel the need to be in 10 places at once, and then I realize that there is only one of me and I can only do what is most pressing at the time.  My goal is to make sure that I am diversified enough to fit into every area that I should.   Setting priorities and being disciplined are absolute necessities to achieve this goal. However, when  I am so caught up in being diversified it becomes very easy to forget that making a difference in life is what really matters.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have different gifts from God.  Each of us has the opportunity to make a difference in someone else's life.  God equipped us with the ability to find out what we do best.  Maybe your gift is encouraging others.  Maybe your gift is being a peacemaker.   We should share our gifts with others and make this world a better place.  Everyone has the ability to leave others feeling refreshed if we choose to.   So, though you may be only one, and though you may not be able to do everything, you can do something.  You can do what you do best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27476259-115318261753015694?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/115318261753015694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=115318261753015694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/115318261753015694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/115318261753015694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2006/07/doing-what-you-do-best.html' title='Doing What You Do Best'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-115289773029055134</id><published>2006-07-14T13:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T13:56:15.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling like an Etch a Sketch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2895/1600/etch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2895/320/etch.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In July of 1960, the first Etch a Sketch was marketed. Arthur Granjean had created a toy where children could draw on a gray "magic" screen with a bright red frame. The toy had white knobs on each side to draw with. I remember many of my friends had one somewhere in the bottom of their toy boxes.  Being the creative and aritistic individual that I am, I loved "drawing" little houses everywhere and connecting them.  My houses would be slanted, uneven, and unsightly to say the least.  But, my goal was to fill the Etch a Sketch screen as full as possible with my creation.  Then, when my screen was too full or if I messed things up all I had to do was give the Etch a Sketch a good shake and I could start all over on a clean slate.   That was the beauty of the toy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times I wish my mind was like the Etch a Sketch!  It seems like there are days when the screen gets so full of things I need to do or that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should &lt;/span&gt;do and it all starts running together.   The drawing doesn't really turn out that great and you can 't really make sense of it.  It would be nice just to have God give it a good shake and let the  "drawing" start all over again.   There are days we feel overwhelmed with all the tasks ahead, all the lives in need of love, all the ideas in need of production.  Those are the times when we have to realize that we need to let go of the knobs and let Him create the picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I benefit when I give my heart and mind to Him &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; thing every day.  Instead of being like a child who doesn't want to share her toy, I will learn that the drawing turns out better when He controls the knobs.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27476259-115289773029055134?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/115289773029055134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=115289773029055134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/115289773029055134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/115289773029055134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2006/07/feeling-like-etch-sketch.html' title='Feeling like an Etch a Sketch'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-115255981509639852</id><published>2006-07-10T15:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T15:56:45.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Redundant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2895/1600/anna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2895/320/anna.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy you are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; redundant."  Anna, my five year old, proceeded to tell me this several times this weekend.  Then she would ask, "Mommy, what is redundant?"  At first I kind of chuckled, because I knew she had no idea what she was saying.  I must admit that she did use it in the right context, as I almost always have to repeat myself to her!  I have to wonder if she wasn't applying the rest of the definition to me which means "using more words than necessary."  After all a five year old really doesn't need all that lecturing, or does she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I get excited just listening to her.  In Developmental Psychology, I have been studying  children her age and their increase in vocabulary from 500 words at age 2 to more than 10,000 by age 6.  About 80% of the vocabulary expansion for children in the play years comes from their immediate family.  So I know that every word she hears is being filed away for use at a later time.  This gives me a great incentive to watch my words.  Because, who knows, maybe one day they will be used on me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27476259-115255981509639852?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/115255981509639852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=115255981509639852' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/115255981509639852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/115255981509639852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2006/07/redundant.html' title='Redundant'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-115219803047840373</id><published>2006-07-06T11:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T11:53:25.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Servant's Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2895/1600/4th%20032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2895/320/4th%20032.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit the reason I haven't blogged in a while is that I have so many thoughts racing through my mind right now.  It is hard to choose what I want to write about.  But, this one thought keeps popping up more than the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like in today's world we honor those with the greatest position, charm, money, or other such qualities.  Jesus taught us by His very example that those qualities are not what He desires most  in His children.  He taught us to be workers, to be caring, to love, and most importantly to be a servant.  Too many people are reaching for positions that make them look good.  Instead what they don't realize is that how He sees us is what really matters.  Does He see us as servants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just had a large celebration for the Fourth of July at our church.  There were two people who stood out to me as having a "servant's heart."  Ron and Traci Kidwell were visiting for the festivities.  They were members here at the church a few years ago.  Instead of coming in and watching everyone work they jumped in and did more than their share!  Deeds such as these DO NOT go unnoticed by me.  Their willingness to pitch in and get the job done was a great example.  Too often we think someone else will do the work.  We say, "I did it last time," or "It isn't my place."  I was taught that if you see something that needs to be done, just do it.  Don't wait for someone to ask.  Too many times we wait for someone to ask for our help instead of just getting the job done.  Having a servant's heart means not having to be asked, not feeling above the work at hand, not watching someone else do it.  No job in the kingdom is too demeaning for those who have a servant's heart.  Thank you Ron and Traci for having a servant's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great man I know always said that we should be here to serve others not to be served.   Oh, that we would all cultivate a servant's heart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27476259-115219803047840373?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/115219803047840373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=115219803047840373' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/115219803047840373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/115219803047840373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2006/07/servants-heart.html' title='A Servant&apos;s Heart'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-115112164900143183</id><published>2006-06-24T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T00:28:31.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Makes You Smile</title><content type='html'>Almost every night I lie down with my daughter until she is almost asleep.  Some nights I rush through our ritual and other nights I savor the time.  Tonight was one of those nights where I savored every moment.  As I listened to her even breathing I thought of how she makes me smile.  Her soft, sweet skin, the smell of her hair, her "determined" personality, her outlandish imagination, all of those things made me smile.  Not a fake smile, but the smile that comes from deep within.  Then I started thinking of all the things we take for granted that truly make us smile.  A good book and hot coffee on a cold evening, smile.  Listening to the waves and the music of the ocean, smile.    A child's first step, smile.  Knowing God answered a prayer you've been praying, smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we find beauty in each moment and appreciate God's blessings in life we can smile.  We don't have to look for them, because most of the time He just drops those things that make us smile right in our laps.   It is the little things that cause us the greatest amount of happiness.  If we will all stop looking for those earth shattering events to bring us joy, we will find that it is right before our very eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I ask you what makes you smile?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27476259-115112164900143183?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/115112164900143183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=115112164900143183' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/115112164900143183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/115112164900143183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-makes-you-smile.html' title='What Makes You Smile'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-115082785181438209</id><published>2006-06-20T14:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T14:57:04.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Demolition Derby vs. White Linen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2895/1600/ryan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2895/320/ryan.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the big Father's Day weekend has passed.  I tried to come up with something appropriate for Father's Day and still tie in my weekend of excitement.  So, I'll give it a shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a pastor's wife, I get the privilege of attending many, many different kinds of functions.   These functions require a wide range of personality and etiquette.  My most recent function was a demolition derby.  Ryan, a member of our church, is a participant in these derbies every year.  He is a one of a kind guy to say the least.  He invited us to watch as he smashed his car into other cars on a mud track.  As he was driving to the track we could see he had spray painted our name on his car right below the three crosses.  I have to admit, I have never had my name spray painted on anything, especially a car which is about to see its demise!  As the first "heat" came through and the loud smashing began, I sat in awe.  It was really exciting!  Then, by the time Ryan and Ronnie, another member of our church, drove through we were all pumped!  My children were thrilled and I had a GREAT time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tie this into Father' Day...... My daddy taught me when I was growing up to be able to dine with Kings and Queens and still be the best friend to anyone that I come in contact with.  He drilled in me the importance of never thinking myself better than someone else.  In I Corinthians 9:22 Paul stated that, "I have become all things to all men, that I may by all means save some."  That was another scripture my daddy used to quote.  Those lessons I was taught as a child have been some of the greatest assets to me in the ministry.  His gift to me of having a love for "all" people was enacted on this Father's Day weekend.  Thanks Daddy, you helped this pastor's wife learn that everybody is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, every so often I get to attend a white linen affair, with more cutlery than I care to count.   The  proper etiquette during these events is essential.  However, the making of a well rounded individual can't be based solely on those types of social occasions.  Every once in a while I need a demolition derby to remind me that life is more than white linen table cloths!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27476259-115082785181438209?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/115082785181438209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=115082785181438209' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/115082785181438209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/115082785181438209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2006/06/demolition-derby-vs-white-linen.html' title='Demolition Derby vs. White Linen'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-115050368495806321</id><published>2006-06-16T20:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T20:33:45.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Tiger???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2895/1600/100_0296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2895/320/100_0296.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simeon just finished his week in  the Junior Golf program at Highland Lake. He really had a blast learning some of the ins and outs of golf. Every morning he was up and standing over me ready to go, even if lessons didn't start until 8:30 a.m. Then, to add to his new love - he and his daddy went to the driving range together on Wednesday. He was floating on cloud 9. Even as I sit typing this, he is in the yard practicing his strokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I am truly sports illiterate. I try to catch on, but to no avail. I even listen sometimes when sports radio is playing but, it just doesn't make sense to me. But, Simeon has got it all down. He knows the greatest players and has a love for sports. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always tell him he can do anything he sets his mind to.  He could one day be as great a player as Tiger Woods. Who knows?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27476259-115050368495806321?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/115050368495806321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=115050368495806321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/115050368495806321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/115050368495806321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2006/06/future-tiger.html' title='Future Tiger???'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-115013565359478985</id><published>2006-06-12T14:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T14:47:41.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterfly Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2895/1600/100_0265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2895/320/100_0265.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthdays are special in our family and I like to make them as memorable as possible for my children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Anna's fifth birthday party, she wanted everything decorated with butterflies. Thankfully she switched to something other than Ninja Turtles, which was her previous choice. She and I searched diligently until we found the "perfect" decorations for her party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We planned to have her party at the park with all of her friends. Then Saturday morning finally arrived and it was pouring down rain. I knew that plans would have to be changed. For Anna the rain was not upsetting, she didn't care where we were having her party as long as we had it. Luckily, we were able to set everything up at the church gym. Anna was "butterfly princess" for the day and had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was beautiful and animated as usual. I told her that every year I knew that Jesus had to be making her more beautiful than the year before.   Just like a butterfly she is perfectly and delicately made.  It seems like yesterday that I was anticipating her arrival. Time is short so for now I  want to enjoy every moment I have been given with her. Because I know one day, she will fly away and make birthday memories with her family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27476259-115013565359478985?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/115013565359478985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=115013565359478985' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/115013565359478985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/115013565359478985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2006/06/butterfly-princess.html' title='Butterfly Princess'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-114986049215840386</id><published>2006-06-09T09:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T10:09:59.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Humility</title><content type='html'>"The virtue of humility may be defined as: A quality by which a person considering his own defects has a lowly opinion of himself and willingly submits himself to God and others for God's sake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that I needed to learn humility? I never considered myself to be "proud." But then, what God sees is something totally different. Maybe He felt I needed to be brought down a notch or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to Indiana was a major change in more than one way. Getting used to the climate was a small part. I have grown to love the climate, especially during the spring and summer! But, my spiritual climate is what I feel God wanted me to change the most. In Garland, I had many jobs and wore many hats. I was available in any area God wanted to use me. The areas of ministry that I worked in were not easy and required much prayer and determination. But, those areas received many accolades from man and maybe, just maybe, my flesh enjoyed being praised. I never thought for a moment that I could have become proud during my time there. But, now that I look at where I am, my eyes have been opened. I no longer have a specific area that I serve in, instead I just kind of fill in the gaps as needed. Here, I am trying to prove that I am capable of leading and yet have not completely succeeded. There, everyone saw that I was capable. I have missed the accolades, I was becoming proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My opinion of myself then and my opinion of myself now are on totally opposite ends of the spectrum. Did I think too highly of myself or my abilities? Did I need a lesson or two in humility? We often say we want to be humble servants but do we really mean it? I thought I did. And, yet here I am and I have yet to find my "place." But, in this search for a "place" I am looking for the lesson to be learned. I have considered my defects, as in the quote above, and I am continually reminded of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the last part of the quote, "and willingly submits himself to God and others for God's sake," that is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; test. By my admission of defects, and knowing that my opinion is not that high and lofty one anymore, I must willingly submit to His service for His people. God brought me here to be a servant and a servant is not high and lofty. A servant thinks not highly of himself, but is willing to serve others at all costs. We must be careful that in serving Him, we don't rely too heavily on accolades from man. Those accolades come and go and when they go we must be ready for the test. Though this lesson in humility may be hard, I am willing to submit to it just to be in His will serving His children!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27476259-114986049215840386?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/114986049215840386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=114986049215840386' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/114986049215840386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/114986049215840386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2006/06/humility.html' title='Humility'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-114953524687399258</id><published>2006-06-05T15:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T15:38:10.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Precious...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2895/1600/100_0246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2895/320/100_0246.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About six months ago Sis. Wanda was diagnosed with cancer. She underwent surgery and has since gone through several chemotherapy treatments. The amazing thing about Sis. Wanda is that she has kept such a positive attitude the entire time. In the hospital right before her surgery she smiled saying, "I know God will take care of me, because I need to take care of Larry." Amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again she amazed me when she first started losing her hair. I saw in her Wal-mart buying a hat so she could come to church. At Wal-mart she greeted me with a smile and was proudly showing off her hat. The conviction I felt was enormous knowing that any problem I had at the time was so small compared to the trial she was beginning to endure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Sis. Wanda and her precious husband Larry have so much life! He is 79 and is going through this sickness with his wife but you wouldn't know it. He often runs the isles in church and loves to joke around with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two awesome saints of God have taught me to smile through adversity, and to trust completely in the Creator. But most importantly because He has chosen to place them in my life He has used them to remind me that Life is Precious when we live it to the fullest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27476259-114953524687399258?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/114953524687399258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=114953524687399258' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/114953524687399258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/114953524687399258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2006/06/life-is-precious.html' title='Life is Precious...'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27476259.post-114908835785452395</id><published>2006-05-31T11:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T14:04:03.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Friend Terry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2895/1600/100_0152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2895/320/100_0152.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the many directions that God has taken us we have been privileged to cross paths with several enlightening people.  Our friend Terry is proving to be one who is very enlightening.  Terry has a way of lighteing the mood no matter where you are.  Most of the time everyone is smiling after spending any length of time with him.  Now I wouldn't have you believe that Terry is a comedian, because he also has a serious side.  But, it is his vocabulary that is most thought provoking.  We have learned so many new terms that can be applied to everyday life situations.   We call these special terms "Terryisms."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, if you don't completely understand something, then you don't get the "jiff," or if you are wanting to totally act like you don't hear someone you should "anore" them.  I think one of my all time favorites is the "Pinacolata" - that is what you have at children's birthday parties that are full of candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could spend quite a bit of time sharing what we have learned from Terry, but then I would need to start all over again because he is daily adding to our vocabulary.  How refreshing it is to be with people who can add so much in such a simple way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27476259-114908835785452395?l=dawnshindoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/feeds/114908835785452395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27476259&amp;postID=114908835785452395' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/114908835785452395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27476259/posts/default/114908835785452395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnshindoll.blogspot.com/2006/05/our-friend-terry.html' title='Our Friend Terry'/><author><name>Dawn Shindoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034491283845945887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsXXHDZVe4w/S1m-Ns7ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XoCoCdy7i-Q/S220/anna+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
