<?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-5274572728403521593</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:16:39.517-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope's Novellette</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12879781249936629258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Sc71XcY47MI/AAAAAAAAAPc/qEDHv63FDrs/S220/IMG008.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274572728403521593.post-6621205304881400939</id><published>2010-02-01T21:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T22:30:28.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I simply think of my favorite things....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/S2ecOmBQESI/AAAAAAAAAUA/dgT2U_CqS90/s1600-h/Little+Ones,+Putt-Putt+etc.+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433483249983688994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/S2ecOmBQESI/AAAAAAAAAUA/dgT2U_CqS90/s320/Little+Ones,+Putt-Putt+etc.+124.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watching M*A*S*H with my whole family (Mama's laughing like a school girl).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chowing down on the best pecan pie EVER made by my gorgeous sister Whit :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A smile from my beautiful piano teacher :) (I plan on wearing red lipstick just like her when I grow up).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A new pair of boots to keep my feet warm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rereading the Anne of Green Gables series (Gilbert is.... *sigh*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Movies that give you chills, make you cry and keep you laughing for days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Discovering how soft Jesse's cheeks are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Getting the new Anthropologie catalog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Catching up with old friends (and making new ones).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wearing my favorite scarf with every top in my closet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finding out a friend from church is going to Shorter too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Discovering a never ending, incomprehensible, life saving truth:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;John 13:1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now before the Feast of the Passover, Jesus, knowing that His hour had come that He would depart out of this world to the Father, having loved His own who were in the world, He loved them to the end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To the end. To the cross. Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am surrounded by warmth, laughter, family, love, comfort.... Why? Out of all the situations God could have placed me in He chose this family. Instead of leaving me for dead (as I deserved) He gave me HIS life. Not just any life, HIS PERFECT LIFE. Why? Never will I fully understand this but I have eternity to bask in His Life, His Blessings and His Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh come to the Father through Jesus the Son&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give Him the Glory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Great things He hath done!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274572728403521593-6621205304881400939?l=hopesnovellette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/feeds/6621205304881400939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274572728403521593&amp;postID=6621205304881400939' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/6621205304881400939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/6621205304881400939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-simply-think-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='I simply think of my favorite things....'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12879781249936629258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Sc71XcY47MI/AAAAAAAAAPc/qEDHv63FDrs/S220/IMG008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/S2ecOmBQESI/AAAAAAAAAUA/dgT2U_CqS90/s72-c/Little+Ones,+Putt-Putt+etc.+124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274572728403521593.post-4056897544860909375</id><published>2009-11-08T20:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T20:36:43.808-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer for a young boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Special Prayer Request from Peggy Lesley at Brookwood Church . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am (asking for prayer) for my son's best friend who has cancer (Hodgkin's Lymphoma). He is 11 years old and is not doing well at all. He was diagnosed with this cancer 2 weeks ago and the tumor is next to his jugular, over it and entwined in it. It has moved his wind pipe over an inch, making it hard for him to breathe. The tumor is the size of a large eggplant and is sitting right above his heart. This little boy needs all the prayer he can get. I love this child as though he is my own and we really need all the prayers! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peggy Lesley - Brookwood Church 4th and 5th grade Volunteer Coordinator&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After reading this email I began to think of the countless blessings that I constantly take for granted. As I prayed, one of my favorite songs ran through my mind. Below are some of the lyrics....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It'd be easy to add up all the pain &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all the dreams you sat and watched go up in flames &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dwell on the wreckage as it smolders in the rain &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But not me...I'm alive &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Chorus) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And today you know that's good enough for me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Breathin' in and out's a blessing can't you see &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today's the first day of the rest of my life and I'm alive and well &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm alive and well&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The young boy who needs our prayers is struggling to breathe right now. When was the last time that I thanked God that my breath came with ease? I can't imagine the pain and fear that this child must be experiencing so I am asking that you all would pray for the peace of God (that peace which passes all understanding) to cover this young man and his family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274572728403521593-4056897544860909375?l=hopesnovellette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/feeds/4056897544860909375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274572728403521593&amp;postID=4056897544860909375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/4056897544860909375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/4056897544860909375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/2009/11/prayer-for-young-boy.html' title='Prayer for a young boy'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12879781249936629258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Sc71XcY47MI/AAAAAAAAAPc/qEDHv63FDrs/S220/IMG008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274572728403521593.post-8613898239112135197</id><published>2009-09-13T19:26:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T21:48:08.939-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Your the reason why</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Sq2eSv7fsCI/AAAAAAAAATc/_OUHBgG0iEE/s1600-h/Children%27s+Homecoming+Continued+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381131174718451746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Sq2eSv7fsCI/AAAAAAAAATc/_OUHBgG0iEE/s320/Children%27s+Homecoming+Continued+095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was homecoming at our church, so like any good Baptist church we had singing after the meal. We were asked to sing and on a whim Marigrace asked Jubilee if she would sing with us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She said yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today my beautiful new sister sang "Amazing Grace" in front of our church family. Marigrace shared that she almost began to cry as she held her African sister and thought of the story behind the man (John Newton) who wrote the song, and his conversion from slave trader to staunch Christian. By the grace of God both Jubilee and Jesse are free. Free to be adopted, free to love and be loved. Free to be taught God's word and declare their love for Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That same grace that Newton discovered is still promised to anyone who will believe. Your the reason why Christ came to earth as a mere man, lived to serve, heal and disciple, and then died for the atonement of ALL sin. The same sin that He died for, will chain you down and keep you bound for Hell unless you repent of it, accept Christ's forgiveness and believe that He is the Son of God and His Father is the Creator of all things, the only God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It doesn't end there. Now comes the hardest and most rewarding part of it all. You will be a child of God therefore the going will be tough, times will get hard but guess what? You have the Creator of the Universe, the King of Kings on your side! He is dying to hold you, to draw you close and give you His very best for your life; don't settle for less then that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stop running. You belong to Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;You run, you hide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;As tears fall from your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;They fall like snow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;From a wounded soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;You hold inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The hurt of great divide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The hole is starting to get old&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;So come back to the light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;To the love, you will find&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s been here all along&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;So come back to the start&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you’ll find in your heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;That you always belonged&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;To me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just take the rope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won’t let it go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;We can start again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m life, I’m hope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I’m ready to explode&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;With how bad I want you back home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;So come back to the light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;To the love, you will find&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s been here all along&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;So come back to the start&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you’ll find in your heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;That you always belonged&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;To Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’re my daughter, you’re my son&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’re the one I long to love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you’ve heard I chose to die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you know you’re the reason why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ Grey Holiday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274572728403521593-8613898239112135197?l=hopesnovellette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/feeds/8613898239112135197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274572728403521593&amp;postID=8613898239112135197' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/8613898239112135197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/8613898239112135197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/2009/09/your-reason-why.html' title='Your the reason why'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12879781249936629258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Sc71XcY47MI/AAAAAAAAAPc/qEDHv63FDrs/S220/IMG008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Sq2eSv7fsCI/AAAAAAAAATc/_OUHBgG0iEE/s72-c/Children%27s+Homecoming+Continued+095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274572728403521593.post-2585677315978011640</id><published>2009-08-14T23:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T23:51:22.881-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These babies have officially stolen my heart. I could hold them in my lap for hours and just listen to them laugh (which they do constantly).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SoYvNe_HDNI/AAAAAAAAATU/QQ1UHacIE64/s1600-h/Children%27s+Homecoming+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370031514388466898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SoYvNe_HDNI/AAAAAAAAATU/QQ1UHacIE64/s320/Children%27s+Homecoming+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SoYvMmC0MlI/AAAAAAAAATM/dvq67TL7UY4/s1600-h/Children%27s+Homecoming+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370031499103187538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SoYvMmC0MlI/AAAAAAAAATM/dvq67TL7UY4/s320/Children%27s+Homecoming+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama has been blessed with new students!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SoYvMTqCpJI/AAAAAAAAATE/34uUnt4oR3M/s1600-h/Children%27s+Homecoming+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370031494167438482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SoYvMTqCpJI/AAAAAAAAATE/34uUnt4oR3M/s320/Children%27s+Homecoming+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whitney-Faith slipped into the role of big sister with ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SoYvLy4_S9I/AAAAAAAAAS8/PXt-ccTVpDg/s1600-h/Children%27s+Homecoming+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370031485371763666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SoYvLy4_S9I/AAAAAAAAAS8/PXt-ccTVpDg/s320/Children%27s+Homecoming+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The THREE Travis Smith boys :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SoYvLdfrRTI/AAAAAAAAAS0/onaX3Wd26Pk/s1600-h/Children%27s+Homecoming+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370031479628449074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SoYvLdfrRTI/AAAAAAAAAS0/onaX3Wd26Pk/s320/Children%27s+Homecoming+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for your prayers! Without God on our side these babies wouldn't be here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274572728403521593-2585677315978011640?l=hopesnovellette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/feeds/2585677315978011640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274572728403521593&amp;postID=2585677315978011640' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/2585677315978011640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/2585677315978011640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/2009/08/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12879781249936629258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Sc71XcY47MI/AAAAAAAAAPc/qEDHv63FDrs/S220/IMG008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SoYvNe_HDNI/AAAAAAAAATU/QQ1UHacIE64/s72-c/Children%27s+Homecoming+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274572728403521593.post-8634884085637086625</id><published>2009-07-28T14:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T18:42:17.782-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Six days and counting....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Sm9Fltn1vWI/AAAAAAAAASk/Grp1tWAFs9s/s1600-h/Mamas+trip+to+Ghana+328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363582195425721698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Sm9Fltn1vWI/AAAAAAAAASk/Grp1tWAFs9s/s320/Mamas+trip+to+Ghana+328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Sm9FlcdbcoI/AAAAAAAAASc/_K0vot86BCA/s1600-h/Mamas+trip+to+Ghana+281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363582190818652802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Sm9FlcdbcoI/AAAAAAAAASc/_K0vot86BCA/s320/Mamas+trip+to+Ghana+281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Sunday, August 2nd, I will be waiting at the Atlanta airport to meet Jesse and Jubilee Smith!! Our children are being escorted home from Ghana and Mama and Marigrace will meet them in NYC on Sunday afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In six days I will be holding my dear, precious, LONG awaited siblings! Isn't God good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all the prayers. None of this could have happened without our Awesome God :)&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/5274572728403521593-8634884085637086625?l=hopesnovellette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/feeds/8634884085637086625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274572728403521593&amp;postID=8634884085637086625' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/8634884085637086625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/8634884085637086625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/2009/07/six-days-and-counting.html' title='Six days and counting....'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12879781249936629258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Sc71XcY47MI/AAAAAAAAAPc/qEDHv63FDrs/S220/IMG008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Sm9Fltn1vWI/AAAAAAAAASk/Grp1tWAFs9s/s72-c/Mamas+trip+to+Ghana+328.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274572728403521593.post-3823528024907284949</id><published>2009-07-26T20:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:25:08.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wilderness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sisters and I went on a weekend retreat with our youth group to "The Wilderness", a secluded piece of land conveniently located near an awesome river. It has the sweetest cabins, a pond for fishing, and fields for recreation; all of these combined make for an awesome weekend of reflection and diving deeper into The Word. My morning devotions were spent atop a massive boulder on the trail to the river. It doesn't get much better then that. The splendor of God's Creation is unavoidable at this place. The mission of The Wilderness is to give you a place to worship God (at little or no expense). It is an awesome ministry and if you want more info. just let me know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The river :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Smz7JCsEGWI/AAAAAAAAASU/oscPwuWmTlE/s1600-h/The+Wilderness+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362937389050501474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Smz7JCsEGWI/AAAAAAAAASU/oscPwuWmTlE/s320/The+Wilderness+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a beautiful hike to the river (even though you were dying on the way back)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Smz7IsvjkjI/AAAAAAAAASM/xjDxaW1CGiY/s1600-h/The+Wilderness+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362937383159566898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Smz7IsvjkjI/AAAAAAAAASM/xjDxaW1CGiY/s320/The+Wilderness+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Smz7IXGSs9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JOsvHkgApbo/s1600-h/The+Wilderness+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362937377349350354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Smz7IXGSs9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JOsvHkgApbo/s320/The+Wilderness+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Smz7IHCJW3I/AAAAAAAAAR8/Lw56RGlGf6E/s1600-h/The+Wilderness+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362937373036993394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Smz7IHCJW3I/AAAAAAAAAR8/Lw56RGlGf6E/s320/The+Wilderness+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Smz7H1SPjXI/AAAAAAAAAR0/FzDoTgMEBb0/s1600-h/The+Wilderness+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362937368272670066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Smz7H1SPjXI/AAAAAAAAAR0/FzDoTgMEBb0/s320/The+Wilderness+104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hold, without appeal to revelation, that when we take a view of the Universe, in its parts general or particular, it is impossible for the human mind not to perceive and feel a conviction of design, consummate skill, and indefinite power in every atom of its composition. It is impossible, I say, for the human mind not to believe that there is, in all this, design, cause and effect, up to an Ultimate Cause, a Fabricator of all things from matter and motion." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thomas Jefferson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5274572728403521593-3823528024907284949?l=hopesnovellette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/feeds/3823528024907284949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274572728403521593&amp;postID=3823528024907284949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/3823528024907284949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/3823528024907284949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-sisters-and-i-went-on-weekend.html' title='The Wilderness'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12879781249936629258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Sc71XcY47MI/AAAAAAAAAPc/qEDHv63FDrs/S220/IMG008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Smz7JCsEGWI/AAAAAAAAASU/oscPwuWmTlE/s72-c/The+Wilderness+062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274572728403521593.post-5193093160422977990</id><published>2009-07-25T15:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T16:05:27.028-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome news!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SmtaA6LtXUI/AAAAAAAAARs/_rgFy4GMpTc/s1600-h/Mamas+trip+to+Ghana+146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362478752979574082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SmtaA6LtXUI/AAAAAAAAARs/_rgFy4GMpTc/s320/Mamas+trip+to+Ghana+146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess who's flying to Ghana on Aug. 18th? That's right, Mama and Marigrace have tickets reserved and will be coming home with the babies on Aug 20!!! Mama got a call Thursday that Joha (one of our adoption advocates) was holding Jesse's passport in his hand, had looked it over three times for errors and everything was fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man, God is good :) Thank you Jesus for Your blessings!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274572728403521593-5193093160422977990?l=hopesnovellette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/feeds/5193093160422977990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274572728403521593&amp;postID=5193093160422977990' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/5193093160422977990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/5193093160422977990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/2009/07/awesome-news.html' title='Awesome news!!!!!'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12879781249936629258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Sc71XcY47MI/AAAAAAAAAPc/qEDHv63FDrs/S220/IMG008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SmtaA6LtXUI/AAAAAAAAARs/_rgFy4GMpTc/s72-c/Mamas+trip+to+Ghana+146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274572728403521593.post-3598355752503850271</id><published>2009-07-21T16:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T16:03:42.932-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A disappointing update....</title><content type='html'>I don't have words better then my mother's for the sad news we heard a few days ago concerning Jesse's passport. Please be in prayer for our family and check out Mama's blog &lt;a href="http://streamsofjoy.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to get the details.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274572728403521593-3598355752503850271?l=hopesnovellette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/feeds/3598355752503850271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274572728403521593&amp;postID=3598355752503850271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/3598355752503850271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/3598355752503850271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/2009/07/disappointing-update.html' title='A disappointing update....'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12879781249936629258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Sc71XcY47MI/AAAAAAAAAPc/qEDHv63FDrs/S220/IMG008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274572728403521593.post-2135333613058741033</id><published>2009-07-17T19:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T20:06:37.195-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Passport :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SmERhTqO7pI/AAAAAAAAARk/kzAnSD_fi_M/s1600-h/Mamas+trip+to+Ghana+316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359584295458369170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SmERhTqO7pI/AAAAAAAAARk/kzAnSD_fi_M/s320/Mamas+trip+to+Ghana+316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am upstairs at the moment. For the first time in way too long I can hear my mother laughing with sheer joy as she tells the good news to a friend on the phone. You know what the good news is if you know my mother at all. Our little boy has a passport. A little black book that will allow him to leave Ghana and arrive in America with no problems. The laughter dowstairs goes on.... :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can finally imagine myself at the airport, welcoming my new siblings home. I couldn't do that before today.... Thank you God! I thought that I would want to shout or scream with joy when we finally heard the news, yet instead I'm filled with a content calm. They will come home. I think we were all beginning to think (and fear) that they would remain in Ghana forever. Mama said her trip to see them seemed like a dream. No more. They are coming home! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Praise God from whom all blessings flow!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274572728403521593-2135333613058741033?l=hopesnovellette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/feeds/2135333613058741033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274572728403521593&amp;postID=2135333613058741033' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/2135333613058741033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/2135333613058741033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/2009/07/passport.html' title='Passport :)'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12879781249936629258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Sc71XcY47MI/AAAAAAAAAPc/qEDHv63FDrs/S220/IMG008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SmERhTqO7pI/AAAAAAAAARk/kzAnSD_fi_M/s72-c/Mamas+trip+to+Ghana+316.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274572728403521593.post-6763218321965210231</id><published>2009-07-02T10:16:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T12:34:14.314-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The post I didn't want to do...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Making a post for the Carpenters for Christ LA mission trip means that it's over, the end, finished. I didn't want to accept that so I put off posting about it. I have now realized that I have great photos and awesome memories and I need to share them. God did a great work in and through every person who went to help Beulah Land Baptist Church in Haughton, LA. I can say with confidence that we all left changed people, ready to serve the LORD in our Jerusalem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are a few photos....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The roofers were blessed with overcast skies on Monday and were able to knock out those shingles in no time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SkzNVZfgDVI/AAAAAAAAARU/4Ehe0-XqjIc/s1600-h/LA+Mission+Trip+2009+207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353879824540634450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SkzNVZfgDVI/AAAAAAAAARU/4Ehe0-XqjIc/s320/LA+Mission+Trip+2009+207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hard working girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SkzNVMNPUUI/AAAAAAAAARM/l_e32Ui1ND0/s1600-h/LA+Mission+Trip+2009+216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353879820974379330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SkzNVMNPUUI/AAAAAAAAARM/l_e32Ui1ND0/s320/LA+Mission+Trip+2009+216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SkzNU3BU9GI/AAAAAAAAARE/k1aVd79iDUM/s1600-h/LA+Mission+Trip+2009+148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353879815287272546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SkzNU3BU9GI/AAAAAAAAARE/k1aVd79iDUM/s320/LA+Mission+Trip+2009+148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one unstoppable crew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SkzNUimKBbI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/LQZ6FmZx8YM/s1600-h/LA+Mission+Trip+2009+325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353879809804600754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SkzNUimKBbI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/LQZ6FmZx8YM/s320/LA+Mission+Trip+2009+325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final day group photo :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SkzNUDBzDLI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/s8xanupoXZ8/s1600-h/LA+Mission+Trip+2009+407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353879801330601138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SkzNUDBzDLI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/s8xanupoXZ8/s320/LA+Mission+Trip+2009+407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the fun begin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SkzFXNZte-I/AAAAAAAAAQs/1KgkELbi4xs/s1600-h/LA+Mission+Trip+2009+224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353871059561839586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SkzFXNZte-I/AAAAAAAAAQs/1KgkELbi4xs/s320/LA+Mission+Trip+2009+224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen that much insulation in my life! A day of working with that lovely stuff means a cold shower at the end of the day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SkzFW-hM-0I/AAAAAAAAAQk/QFG_uUDaxco/s1600-h/LA+Mission+Trip+2009+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353871055566732098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SkzFW-hM-0I/AAAAAAAAAQk/QFG_uUDaxco/s320/LA+Mission+Trip+2009+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Beulah Land Baptist Church&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SkzFWZhjnsI/AAAAAAAAAQU/lr-29PB1csw/s1600-h/LA+Mission+Trip+2009+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353871045636103874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SkzFWZhjnsI/AAAAAAAAAQU/lr-29PB1csw/s320/LA+Mission+Trip+2009+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fun times :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SkzFV_k-fyI/AAAAAAAAAQM/ArYWV9OIExA/s1600-h/LA+Mission+Trip+2009+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353871038671126306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SkzFV_k-fyI/AAAAAAAAAQM/ArYWV9OIExA/s320/LA+Mission+Trip+2009+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jesus for bringing together an unlikely group of people and using them to further your kingdom. The building that we helped construct is just that, a building. The people who gather inside that building to worship You and learn about You will become the church. Bless Beulah Land Baptist Church as they strive to reach their community. Give them strength as they do Your will.&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/5274572728403521593-6763218321965210231?l=hopesnovellette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/feeds/6763218321965210231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274572728403521593&amp;postID=6763218321965210231' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/6763218321965210231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/6763218321965210231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/2009/07/post-i-didnt-want-to-do.html' title='The post I didn&apos;t want to do...'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12879781249936629258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Sc71XcY47MI/AAAAAAAAAPc/qEDHv63FDrs/S220/IMG008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SkzNVZfgDVI/AAAAAAAAARU/4Ehe0-XqjIc/s72-c/LA+Mission+Trip+2009+207.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274572728403521593.post-1366065176919427561</id><published>2009-05-29T15:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T15:37:10.284-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For Sarah</title><content type='html'>Below is an amazing arrangemant of Love Story (Taylor Swift) and Viva La Vida (Cold Play) by Jon Schmidt. This song is dedicated to his little girl, Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0v3d6SFcDys&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0v3d6SFcDys&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&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/5274572728403521593-1366065176919427561?l=hopesnovellette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/feeds/1366065176919427561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274572728403521593&amp;postID=1366065176919427561' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/1366065176919427561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/1366065176919427561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='For Sarah'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12879781249936629258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Sc71XcY47MI/AAAAAAAAAPc/qEDHv63FDrs/S220/IMG008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274572728403521593.post-5557870166475475627</id><published>2009-05-10T17:16:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T23:27:49.081-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SgoCi4murDI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XTUf9ng2SII/s1600-h/random+summer+2008+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335079506907409458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SgoCi4murDI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XTUf9ng2SII/s320/random+summer+2008+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you can keep your head when all about you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;But make allowance for their doubting too; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or, being hated, don't give way to hating, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you can meet with triumph and disaster &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And treat those two imposters just the same; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or watch the things you gave your life to broken, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you can make one heap of all your winnings &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And lose, and start again at your beginnings &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And never breath a word about your loss; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;To serve your turn long after they are gone, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And so hold on when there is nothing in you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;If all men count with you, but none too much; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you can fill the unforgiving minute &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;With sixty seconds' worth of distance run - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first five lines of this poem (the fifth line especially) remind me very much of my Mama. She is the bravest woman I know and yet would never consider herself so; her mercy is abundant but she never forsakes justice. Right now Mama's heart is torn between two children in Africa, a husband and seven children in her home and the reminder that her oldest child is about to leave for her own home 400 miles away. This will be an exciting and enriching year (it already has been) but it as not been without heartache and great faith on the part of my Mama. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you Mommy and pray for your strength. This poem gives me a vivid picture of your walk with Christ and I pray that I may emulate it in my own life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5274572728403521593-5557870166475475627?l=hopesnovellette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/feeds/5557870166475475627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274572728403521593&amp;postID=5557870166475475627' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/5557870166475475627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/5557870166475475627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/2009/05/if.html' title='If'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12879781249936629258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Sc71XcY47MI/AAAAAAAAAPc/qEDHv63FDrs/S220/IMG008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SgoCi4murDI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XTUf9ng2SII/s72-c/random+summer+2008+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274572728403521593.post-8542816219547564270</id><published>2009-05-01T22:27:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T18:46:28.528-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When the weather's not so fair....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Run your car off the side of the road&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get stuck in a ditch way out in the middle of nowhere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or get yourself in a bind lose the shirt off your back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Need a floor, need a couch, need a bus fare&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is where the rubber meets the road&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is where the cream is gonna rise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is what you really didn't know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is where the truth don't lie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You find out who your friends are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somebody's gonna drop everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Run out and crank up their car&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hit the gas, get there fast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never stop to think 'what's in it for me?' or 'it's way too far'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They just show on up with their big old heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You find out who your friends are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the water's high&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the weather's not so fair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the well runs dry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who's gonna be there?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You find out who your friends are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you've been keeping up with my mom's blog (Streams of Joy) you know all about the outpouring of blessings our family has received for the adoption process. Gifts have come from friends we haven't seen in years, family members who live in other states, friends and family from our community and church and anonymous donors that will never reveal themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's hard to remember when but I do believe that about two weeks ago we were still unsure of how and when the adoption fees were going to be paid. As of today every single fee has been met ( with gifts and grants), Mama has flight plans (the tickets were also paid for by friends and family and our Grandmother even gave us snacks for the little one's on their flight home), and just yesterday we were given three different gifts from fellow brothers and sisters in Christ which amounted collectively to $500.00.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God is showing my family just who our friends are. Without Him working through them we would still be worrying about a $3000.00 fee that hadn't been met. We felt as if our well had run slap dry, but God knew better. It was as if He looked around and said with a smile "Hey y'all, watch this."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Praise God from whom ALL blessings flow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274572728403521593-8542816219547564270?l=hopesnovellette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/feeds/8542816219547564270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274572728403521593&amp;postID=8542816219547564270' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/8542816219547564270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/8542816219547564270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-weathers-not-so-fair.html' title='When the weather&apos;s not so fair....'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12879781249936629258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Sc71XcY47MI/AAAAAAAAAPc/qEDHv63FDrs/S220/IMG008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274572728403521593.post-452403901340099800</id><published>2009-03-15T21:04:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:53:51.719-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Missed Opportunity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Opportunity is missed by most people because it is dressed in overalls and looks like work." Thomas A. Edison &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Sb2qaMiex_I/AAAAAAAAAPU/vV4iaQXMa8I/s1600-h/random+summer+2008+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313590502386223090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Sb2qaMiex_I/AAAAAAAAAPU/vV4iaQXMa8I/s320/random+summer+2008+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Sb2qZhIagvI/AAAAAAAAAPM/TOcF37EYULU/s1600-h/Siblings+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313590490734166770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Sb2qZhIagvI/AAAAAAAAAPM/TOcF37EYULU/s320/Siblings+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Sb2qZdgumHI/AAAAAAAAAPE/AWR-J3xkVHM/s1600-h/Siblings+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313590489762404466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Sb2qZdgumHI/AAAAAAAAAPE/AWR-J3xkVHM/s320/Siblings+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274572728403521593-452403901340099800?l=hopesnovellette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/feeds/452403901340099800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274572728403521593&amp;postID=452403901340099800' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/452403901340099800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/452403901340099800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/2009/03/missed-opportunity.html' title='Missed Opportunity'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12879781249936629258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Sc71XcY47MI/AAAAAAAAAPc/qEDHv63FDrs/S220/IMG008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Sb2qaMiex_I/AAAAAAAAAPU/vV4iaQXMa8I/s72-c/random+summer+2008+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274572728403521593.post-1210002617525475944</id><published>2009-02-07T21:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T22:06:54.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mama is going to Ghana!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SY5KU5yM1DI/AAAAAAAAAOU/NpFnlRbxXYw/s1600-h/232323232%257Ffp89+%29nu%3D3244%29587%29%3B79%29WSNRCG%3D3239%3B673%287848nu0mrj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SY5KU5yM1DI/AAAAAAAAAOU/NpFnlRbxXYw/s320/232323232%257Ffp89+%29nu%3D3244%29587%29%3B79%29WSNRCG%3D3239%3B673%287848nu0mrj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300255534430868530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SY5KHnBaVfI/AAAAAAAAAOM/t9L0g6UN0l0/s1600-h/232323232%257Ffp53682%29nu%3D3337%29649%29842%29WSNRCG%3D323+52754+25nu0mrj.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SY5KHnBaVfI/AAAAAAAAAOM/t9L0g6UN0l0/s320/232323232%257Ffp53682%29nu%3D3337%29649%29842%29WSNRCG%3D323+52754+25nu0mrj.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300255306056095218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within hours my mom will be holding these precious babies in her arms! No longer will they simply be faces on pictures. She will hear their voices and their laughter, kiss their faces and hold their hands! What an awesome God we serve. The adoption process has seemed to be a dream until now. They are coming home in a matter of months, no doubt about it! Thank you dear Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This is Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; Now I'm finally where I belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; Where I belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; Yeah this is home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; I've been searching for a place of my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; Now I've found it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; Yeah this is home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Switchfoot&lt;br /&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/5274572728403521593-1210002617525475944?l=hopesnovellette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/feeds/1210002617525475944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274572728403521593&amp;postID=1210002617525475944' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/1210002617525475944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/1210002617525475944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-mama-is-going-to-ghana.html' title='My Mama is going to Ghana!'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12879781249936629258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Sc71XcY47MI/AAAAAAAAAPc/qEDHv63FDrs/S220/IMG008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SY5KU5yM1DI/AAAAAAAAAOU/NpFnlRbxXYw/s72-c/232323232%257Ffp89+%29nu%3D3244%29587%29%3B79%29WSNRCG%3D3239%3B673%287848nu0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274572728403521593.post-8882031458877198890</id><published>2009-01-03T16:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T17:58:11.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2008. What a Year</title><content type='html'>December has been a full month! I can't believe it's 2009 already. Each year seems to fly by faster and faster, bringing changes that we would never have foreseen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never would I have thought that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oldest sister would become engaged...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SV_njuf06-I/AAAAAAAAANc/tvDtyNq-s3w/s1600-h/N%26D+Engagement+weekend+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SV_njuf06-I/AAAAAAAAANc/tvDtyNq-s3w/s320/N%26D+Engagement+weekend+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287199088519212002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family and I would become involved in the process of adopting  two children from Ghana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SV_njy3x_GI/AAAAAAAAANk/hAHv9yZzAOw/s1600-h/232323232%257Ffp53692%29nu%3D3337%29649%29842%29WSNRCG%3D3239937+4+733nu0mrj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SV_njy3x_GI/AAAAAAAAANk/hAHv9yZzAOw/s320/232323232%257Ffp53692%29nu%3D3337%29649%29842%29WSNRCG%3D3239937+4+733nu0mrj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287199089693424738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be blessed with the chance to study under the most amazing piano professor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SV_nkDjXEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/hhPVPzrHC2M/s1600-h/Hope%27s+S.A.I.+pics+167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SV_nkDjXEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/hhPVPzrHC2M/s320/Hope%27s+S.A.I.+pics+167.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287199094171177602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would become even closer to my sisters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SV_nk8fDp7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/JyYnTjXPkBc/s1600-h/N%26D+Engagement+weekend+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SV_nk8fDp7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/JyYnTjXPkBc/s320/N%26D+Engagement+weekend+090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287199109453948850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SV_nkjme-YI/AAAAAAAAAN0/P7Iq2svodVY/s1600-h/Grampa%27s+Pears+and+Brusters+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SV_nkjme-YI/AAAAAAAAAN0/P7Iq2svodVY/s320/Grampa%27s+Pears+and+Brusters+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287199102774212994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And above all other changes, I would make the most important decision of my life; a decision that made Jesus Lord of my life and left me without a shadow of a doubt that I will meet my Saviour in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jesus for this year, 2008, that you have blessed me with. I love You and can't wait to use the year 2009 to serve You with my whole heart. Direct my steps as I follow Your Light. I love You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen. {Let it be}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SV_njuf06-I/AAAAAAAAANc/tvDtyNq-s3w/s1600-h/N%26D+Engagement+weekend+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274572728403521593-8882031458877198890?l=hopesnovellette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/feeds/8882031458877198890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274572728403521593&amp;postID=8882031458877198890' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/8882031458877198890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/8882031458877198890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/2009/01/december-has-been-full-month-i-cant.html' title='2008. What a Year'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12879781249936629258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Sc71XcY47MI/AAAAAAAAAPc/qEDHv63FDrs/S220/IMG008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SV_njuf06-I/AAAAAAAAANc/tvDtyNq-s3w/s72-c/N%26D+Engagement+weekend+047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274572728403521593.post-1228950651214370816</id><published>2008-12-06T16:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T17:40:52.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>May I introduce.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/STr157segKI/AAAAAAAAALk/JAgnTkJnB6Y/s1600-h/232323232%257Ffp53692)nu%3D3337)649)842)WSNRCG%3D3239937+4+733nu0mrj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/STr157segKI/AAAAAAAAALk/JAgnTkJnB6Y/s320/232323232%257Ffp53692)nu%3D3337)649)842)WSNRCG%3D3239937+4+733nu0mrj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276800289043546274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jubilee and Julius Smith! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our babies from Ghana are officially ours! We still have some waiting to do and paper work has to go through, but in Ghana Julius and Jubilee belong to the Travis Smith family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are ours. The truth still hasn't sunk in.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for your prayers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Our God is an awesome God&lt;br /&gt;He reigns from heaven above&lt;br /&gt;With wisdom power and love&lt;br /&gt;our God is an awesome God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Michael W. Smith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274572728403521593-1228950651214370816?l=hopesnovellette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/feeds/1228950651214370816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274572728403521593&amp;postID=1228950651214370816' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/1228950651214370816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/1228950651214370816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/2008/12/may-i-introduce.html' title='May I introduce.....'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12879781249936629258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Sc71XcY47MI/AAAAAAAAAPc/qEDHv63FDrs/S220/IMG008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/STr157segKI/AAAAAAAAALk/JAgnTkJnB6Y/s72-c/232323232%257Ffp53692)nu%3D3337)649)842)WSNRCG%3D3239937+4+733nu0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274572728403521593.post-8192843741995034608</id><published>2008-11-07T11:40:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T12:11:57.199-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing.......</title><content type='html'>November is a beautiful month. It has me in mind of Thanksgiving, a time where we gather with our precious family and give thanks to God for all the great blessings He has given us. I love how the leaves change, the wind becomes crisp and the hickory nuts begin to fall; autumn is here! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found some photos of last year's Thanksgiving weekend and thought I would share them. They brought back great memories; they made me smile. I hope you enjoy them as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SRRydT32hMI/AAAAAAAAALc/tnEB-yqO_-Q/s1600-h/Swanda+Thanksgiving+176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SRRydT32hMI/AAAAAAAAALc/tnEB-yqO_-Q/s320/Swanda+Thanksgiving+176.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265959712179258562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SRRydTU6CcI/AAAAAAAAALU/A_W596P28Bg/s1600-h/Swanda+Thanksgiving+161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SRRydTU6CcI/AAAAAAAAALU/A_W596P28Bg/s320/Swanda+Thanksgiving+161.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265959712032688578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SRRydCkUhSI/AAAAAAAAALM/eUGHSFuA36o/s1600-h/Swanda+Thanksgiving+138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SRRydCkUhSI/AAAAAAAAALM/eUGHSFuA36o/s320/Swanda+Thanksgiving+138.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265959707533935906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SRRyc9fV18I/AAAAAAAAALE/KX1ExiEuT7s/s1600-h/Swanda+Thanksgiving+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SRRyc9fV18I/AAAAAAAAALE/KX1ExiEuT7s/s320/Swanda+Thanksgiving+105.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265959706170873794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SRRycuFu7uI/AAAAAAAAAK8/WTlgrx4wyY8/s1600-h/Swanda+Thanksgiving+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SRRycuFu7uI/AAAAAAAAAK8/WTlgrx4wyY8/s320/Swanda+Thanksgiving+045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265959702036934370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Thank you God for the beautiful leaves, the amazing sunsets and the cool winds. Thank you for family and friends; laughter and good food! Please bring all of us together again this Thanksgiving. Be with those who are suffering from illness; if it is Your will please heal them and allow them to fellowship with us this year. Your blessings are amazing. Thank you God for saving me, a sinner. I love You.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&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/5274572728403521593-8192843741995034608?l=hopesnovellette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/feeds/8192843741995034608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274572728403521593&amp;postID=8192843741995034608' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/8192843741995034608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/8192843741995034608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/2008/11/reminiscing.html' title='Reminiscing.......'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12879781249936629258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Sc71XcY47MI/AAAAAAAAAPc/qEDHv63FDrs/S220/IMG008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SRRydT32hMI/AAAAAAAAALc/tnEB-yqO_-Q/s72-c/Swanda+Thanksgiving+176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274572728403521593.post-7915618515096859477</id><published>2008-11-02T22:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T16:09:33.965-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrew Trimble: Modern Day Eric Liddell</title><content type='html'>In a magazine published by Billy Graham my sisters and I ran across an article about Andrew Trimble and his amazing testimony for Christ. See, Andrew is an very talented Rugby player for Ireland yet in the midst of all the fame and privilege that one man could hope for he declares that there is nothing more "excitin" then talking about Jesus. In the video below Trimble makes a reference to Eric Liddell, a missionary to China and an amazing Olympic runner who gave all glory to God. It is obvious that Trimble has learned from Liddell's example and is proclaiming his faith just as boldly. I was so excited to see a man who has such influence in his country shine his light for Christ without hesitation and with all sincerity. I hope you enjoy the video :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.brightcove.tv/playerswf' bgcolor='#FFFFFF' flashVars='allowFullScreen=true&amp;initVideoId=1496340277&amp;servicesURL=http://www.brightcove.tv&amp;viewerSecureGatewayURL=https://www.brightcove.tv&amp;cdnURL=http://admin.brightcove.com&amp;autoStart=false' base='http://admin.brightcove.com' name='bcPlayer' width='486' height='412' allowFullScreen='true' allowScriptAccess='always' seamlesstabbing='false' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' swLiveConnect='true' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274572728403521593-7915618515096859477?l=hopesnovellette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/feeds/7915618515096859477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274572728403521593&amp;postID=7915618515096859477' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/7915618515096859477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/7915618515096859477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='Andrew Trimble: Modern Day Eric Liddell'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12879781249936629258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Sc71XcY47MI/AAAAAAAAAPc/qEDHv63FDrs/S220/IMG008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274572728403521593.post-248918294155716832</id><published>2008-10-27T12:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:28:17.934-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't they look like twins? We love and miss you Noel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SQXwwVmWkUI/AAAAAAAAAK0/DF1QPaBs5Kc/s1600-h/CFC+2008+Denham+Springs+2+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SQXwwVmWkUI/AAAAAAAAAK0/DF1QPaBs5Kc/s320/CFC+2008+Denham+Springs+2+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261876452874686786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SQXwv6qUS0I/AAAAAAAAAKs/UMsu_FWEFWM/s1600-h/AE+8-28-08+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SQXwv6qUS0I/AAAAAAAAAKs/UMsu_FWEFWM/s320/AE+8-28-08+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261876445643557698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look who just turned 15! Isn't she gorgeous?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SQXpc00gTpI/AAAAAAAAAKc/1iKOxGbSEoI/s1600-h/L-J%27s+birthday+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SQXpc00gTpI/AAAAAAAAAKc/1iKOxGbSEoI/s320/L-J%27s+birthday+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261868421076766354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who are these characters I'm associating with you might ask?&lt;br /&gt;Well, it seems my sisters got into the spirit of our Fall Festival which invited everyone to come dressed as their best impersonation of a hick. LJ's choice of character was Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;MG chose to powder her hair, don an apron and wield a gun, impersonating none other then Granny Clampett. WF and I chose a more subtle approach :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SQXr2dnqkgI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Kypajul1yfY/s1600-h/L-J%27s+birthday+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SQXr2dnqkgI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Kypajul1yfY/s320/L-J%27s+birthday+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261871060548751874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you Dear Jesus for blessing me with five supportive, hilarious, and loving sisters. Please be with my sixth sister in Ghana; please comfort her with the knowledge that someone loves her and is waiting anxiously to hold her in their arms; let there be someone to kiss her goodnight and tell her good morning. Bless Noel as she goes about her day; give her strength and patience. Be with MG as she goes to college and lets her light shine bright; let her be an influence on a lost generation. Strengthen LJ as she works so diligently on her school work; thank you for the joy that she has brought into my life. WF is turning into a young lady of wisdom, knowledge and insight; please guide her steps and bless her hunger for learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for sisters.&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/5274572728403521593-248918294155716832?l=hopesnovellette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/feeds/248918294155716832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274572728403521593&amp;postID=248918294155716832' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/248918294155716832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/248918294155716832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-sisters.html' title='My Sisters'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12879781249936629258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Sc71XcY47MI/AAAAAAAAAPc/qEDHv63FDrs/S220/IMG008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SQXwwVmWkUI/AAAAAAAAAK0/DF1QPaBs5Kc/s72-c/CFC+2008+Denham+Springs+2+054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274572728403521593.post-9203307918018131974</id><published>2008-10-21T21:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T21:14:30.364-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom Isn't Free</title><content type='html'>We had a great week with Noel but alas this past Saturday we had to take her to the airport for her flight back to Jacksonville. It was hard to watch her go because we couldn't go past security with her, we just had to let her go. We waited around until she gave us a call saying she was in her terminal and everything was good. As we waited we observed that there were several small groups of men in their Army fatigues walking to different terminals. As we were leaving Mama went up to a group of three soldiers sitting in our waiting area and asked if they would mind telling her where they were headed. She was hoping they would say somewhere like Michigan or Wisconsin. She hoped they were headed home. Without flinching the (seemingly) oldest of the group said "back to Iraq Ma'am." My heart sunk. Without even thinking Mama gave them all hugs. My sisters and I shook their hands and thanked them for their service. The third man was no older than Noel. He looked frightened. Going out the door of the airport we were all speechless. All of a sudden telling my sister good bye and knowing she was headed a mere four hundred miles away to be received and welcomed by a man who loved her didn't seem so bad after all. I didn't cry when I watched my sister walk through security but after looking those three men in the eyes and seeing their courage and commitment I was brought to tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we never forget the sacrifices made for us daily so that we might be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, three mothers are thinking about their boys. They're wondering if they are all right, worried about their safety....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, please bless America.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274572728403521593-9203307918018131974?l=hopesnovellette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/feeds/9203307918018131974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274572728403521593&amp;postID=9203307918018131974' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/9203307918018131974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/9203307918018131974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/2008/10/freedom-isnt-free.html' title='Freedom Isn&apos;t Free'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12879781249936629258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Sc71XcY47MI/AAAAAAAAAPc/qEDHv63FDrs/S220/IMG008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274572728403521593.post-3108461312694486113</id><published>2008-09-27T15:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T20:07:05.015-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireproof</title><content type='html'>Guess what my favorite movie is now? I saw Fireproof last night and was amazed at it's awesome message. Fireproof is produced by the makers of "Facing The Giants", which I love, but this one is significantly better. Go see it, bring your friends, your family and your Kleenex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K23hSajG2K8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K23hSajG2K8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&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/5274572728403521593-3108461312694486113?l=hopesnovellette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/feeds/3108461312694486113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274572728403521593&amp;postID=3108461312694486113' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/3108461312694486113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/3108461312694486113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/2008/09/fireproof.html' title='Fireproof'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12879781249936629258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Sc71XcY47MI/AAAAAAAAAPc/qEDHv63FDrs/S220/IMG008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274572728403521593.post-1621397001007588936</id><published>2008-09-09T15:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T16:34:46.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Noel's Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know, I'm always the last one to blog about anything but better late then never right? The weekend with Noel and Darell and his family was awesome. Too short, but awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He got to meet our wonderful, crazy family :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SMbaER2xoBI/AAAAAAAAAJE/UxvhUPcVjGY/s1600-h/N%26D+Engagement+weekend+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SMbaER2xoBI/AAAAAAAAAJE/UxvhUPcVjGY/s320/N%26D+Engagement+weekend+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244118583167000594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Noel told the news she got some interesting reactions.&lt;br /&gt;This one was my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SMbaE13VLNI/AAAAAAAAAJM/UdtmF40u8hg/s1600-h/N%26D+Engagement+weekend+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SMbaE13VLNI/AAAAAAAAAJM/UdtmF40u8hg/s320/N%26D+Engagement+weekend+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244118592833006802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SMbby-4c1vI/AAAAAAAAAJs/6EYP4v_kn4s/s1600-h/N%26D+Engagement+weekend+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SMbby-4c1vI/AAAAAAAAAJs/6EYP4v_kn4s/s320/N%26D+Engagement+weekend+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244120485039232754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel got to recount the entire story to her best friend.&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful they both are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SMbaFJOVSmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/O3TIezUFyJM/s1600-h/N%26D+Engagement+weekend+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SMbaFJOVSmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/O3TIezUFyJM/s320/N%26D+Engagement+weekend+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244118598029757026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hated to see you go Noel and we miss you very much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SMbaFnJLIRI/AAAAAAAAAJc/tbOxN5FP650/s1600-h/N%26D+Engagement+weekend+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SMbaFnJLIRI/AAAAAAAAAJc/tbOxN5FP650/s320/N%26D+Engagement+weekend+090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244118606061183250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A goofy one for old time's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SMbaF6e52JI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Z2dgNU6IpjQ/s1600-h/N%26D+Engagement+weekend+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SMbaF6e52JI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Z2dgNU6IpjQ/s320/N%26D+Engagement+weekend+102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244118611252598930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you God for the blessings you have poured down on my family. Thank you for Darell and his commitment to my sister. Both Noel and Darell have waited on You and because of their patience You have rewarded them with a joy that is indescribable. Thank You for their joy, thank you for their love for each other.&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/5274572728403521593-1621397001007588936?l=hopesnovellette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/feeds/1621397001007588936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274572728403521593&amp;postID=1621397001007588936' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/1621397001007588936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/1621397001007588936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/2008/09/noels-visit.html' title='Noel&apos;s Visit'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12879781249936629258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Sc71XcY47MI/AAAAAAAAAPc/qEDHv63FDrs/S220/IMG008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SMbaER2xoBI/AAAAAAAAAJE/UxvhUPcVjGY/s72-c/N%26D+Engagement+weekend+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274572728403521593.post-1358728610861031668</id><published>2008-08-13T21:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T22:24:05.968-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SKOWbhDLz8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/7aO34E-l9R8/s1600-h/Hope%27s+S.A.I.+pics+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SKOWbhDLz8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/7aO34E-l9R8/s320/Hope%27s+S.A.I.+pics+100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234192591407009730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned 17 on Sunday. I have never felt any different on previous birthdays but this year something has changed within me. I feel as if God is giving me new life every morning as He gave manna to the children of Israel. The sad truth is He has been trying to give it to me all along yet I am just now finally accepting it. I want this to be a year of spiritual growth. I earnestly desire for this to be the start of a new lifestyle for myself, a lifestyle of fervent love for my Saviour and Redeemer. I can't really explain how God has changed me but I know that He has. It is as if I am reading His Word with new eyes and hearing His message preached with new ears. I rejoice in this newness and I ask that you would pray for my strength because I know that Satan would love nothing more then to tear away my joy and trample my spiritual growth in the dust. I love you all and am so glad that God saw fit to heal me at age 15 so that I may be here, celebrating a very blessed 17th birthday with all of the ones whom I love so dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Habakkuk 3:18,19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will rejoice in the Lord! I will be joyful in the God of my salvation. The Sovereign LORD is my strength! He will make me as surefooted as a deer and bring me safely over the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/5274572728403521593-1358728610861031668?l=hopesnovellette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/feeds/1358728610861031668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274572728403521593&amp;postID=1358728610861031668' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/1358728610861031668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/1358728610861031668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/2008/08/blessed-17.html' title='Blessed 17'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12879781249936629258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Sc71XcY47MI/AAAAAAAAAPc/qEDHv63FDrs/S220/IMG008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SKOWbhDLz8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/7aO34E-l9R8/s72-c/Hope%27s+S.A.I.+pics+100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274572728403521593.post-2174450607812380585</id><published>2008-07-27T22:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T23:06:45.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>They Are Found!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our friends have, as Daddy said "Found their selves". They found the check point and checked in. Their mother called us with the news weeping for joy!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for praying.&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/5274572728403521593-2174450607812380585?l=hopesnovellette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/feeds/2174450607812380585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274572728403521593&amp;postID=2174450607812380585' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/2174450607812380585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/2174450607812380585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/2008/07/their-found.html' title='They Are Found!!!'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12879781249936629258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Sc71XcY47MI/AAAAAAAAAPc/qEDHv63FDrs/S220/IMG008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274572728403521593.post-5238709804420006181</id><published>2008-07-27T21:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T21:40:03.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer for a friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2 Corinthians 1:3,4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All praise to the God and Father our Lord Jesus Christ. He is the source of every mercy and the God who comforts us. He comforts us in all our troubles so that we can comfort others. When others are troubled, we will be able to give them the same comfort God has given us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of ours, Woody, is on a hiking trip with three friends and failed to check in at the appointed time today. There was a search party called and they looked for the guys until it became dark. Our friend is lost with his friends in the dark tonight, yet we know they are not alone. Christ is with them and is comforting them. I would ask that you pray for their protection wherever they are. Please especially pray for Woody's mother, that the Lord would comfort her; I can't imagine how she must feel. I will give you an update as soon as we hear from them again. Thank you.&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/5274572728403521593-5238709804420006181?l=hopesnovellette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/feeds/5238709804420006181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274572728403521593&amp;postID=5238709804420006181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/5238709804420006181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/5238709804420006181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/2008/07/prayer-for-friend.html' title='Prayer for a friend'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12879781249936629258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Sc71XcY47MI/AAAAAAAAAPc/qEDHv63FDrs/S220/IMG008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274572728403521593.post-1939410913439386203</id><published>2008-07-25T23:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T00:11:20.049-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Hard Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I have a question.&lt;br /&gt;Will you please pray for me? Pray that I will hear exactly what God is trying to tell me. I feel it is something important but I'm afraid I might over look it or avoid it. I want to be different, set apart from the world, do something great for God's Kingdom, yet I feel like I'm not trying hard enough to accomplish this goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has been teaching me that to do the right thing is what He expects of His followers, yet we are to go beyond the expected. We must be more then normal, we must do hard things, things that no one else wants to do. If you feel (like me) that you want to have a better idea of what this lifestyle of doing hard things looks like check out therebelution.com. It is a website/blog made by two young men (twin brothers Alex and Bret Harris, younger brothers to author Joshua Harris) who have seen the low expectations of this generation and refuse to meet them. This blog is what got me thinking;  I want God to use me.&lt;br /&gt;To use the slogan coined by Bret and Alex, I want to "Do Hard Things".&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for my strength. I love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Proverbs 4:25-27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Let your eyes look straight ahead,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fix your gaze directly before you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Make level paths for your feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and take only ways that are firm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do not swerve to the right or the left;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;keep your foot from evil.&lt;/span&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/5274572728403521593-1939410913439386203?l=hopesnovellette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/feeds/1939410913439386203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274572728403521593&amp;postID=1939410913439386203' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/1939410913439386203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/1939410913439386203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/2008/07/do-hard-things.html' title='Do Hard Things'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12879781249936629258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Sc71XcY47MI/AAAAAAAAAPc/qEDHv63FDrs/S220/IMG008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274572728403521593.post-2530417411220333710</id><published>2008-07-02T17:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T19:26:35.538-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Arts Institute</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God gave me an awesome two weeks at the Summer Arts Institute at Shorter College! I made great friends, I learned many new things and was able to experience so many different kinds of music! Everywhere you turned there was music in some shape or form whether it was blue grass, classical, opera, musical theater or jazz. My teacher was incredible and the staff was wonderful. God's hand was with me through the entire two weeks and He never let me stumble. I am tired now but it was worth it! Here are some pictures (I couldn't keep it down to a few!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Me and Joanna right before the bluegrass concert. She is the sweetest Christian girl. And so talented, her piano skills are amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SGv3l65PrDI/AAAAAAAAAGY/AHCHJhsOpac/s1600-h/Hope%27s+S.A.I.+pics+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SGv3l65PrDI/AAAAAAAAAGY/AHCHJhsOpac/s320/Hope%27s+S.A.I.+pics+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218536824075430962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accompanying class!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SGv3mbgrw-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/VaQGt2ZBUtM/s1600-h/Hope%27s+S.A.I.+pics+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SGv3mbgrw-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/VaQGt2ZBUtM/s320/Hope%27s+S.A.I.+pics+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218536832830784482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Putt-Putt team: Emily S., Me, Bethany and Emily M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SGv3mhNg8zI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-9AxTqCLkfE/s1600-h/Hope%27s+S.A.I.+pics+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SGv3mhNg8zI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-9AxTqCLkfE/s320/Hope%27s+S.A.I.+pics+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218536834360996658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bethany and Dr. Nedvin after Putt-Putt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SGv3nIvQ92I/AAAAAAAAAGw/dXif8pfNLJ0/s1600-h/Hope%27s+S.A.I.+pics+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SGv3nIvQ92I/AAAAAAAAAGw/dXif8pfNLJ0/s320/Hope%27s+S.A.I.+pics+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218536844971538274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bethany and I before a game of "Hunter"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SGv3nl5h0WI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BxdlrrP_A1I/s1600-h/Hope%27s+S.A.I.+pics+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SGv3nl5h0WI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BxdlrrP_A1I/s320/Hope%27s+S.A.I.+pics+086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218536852799213922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommate Maria at bowling night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SGwBJ1ekxmI/AAAAAAAAAHA/r3MLdsT5KQU/s1600-h/Hope%27s+S.A.I.+pics+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SGwBJ1ekxmI/AAAAAAAAAHA/r3MLdsT5KQU/s320/Hope%27s+S.A.I.+pics+097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218547336701331042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eliza! The crazy counselor :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SGwBKbYn_RI/AAAAAAAAAHI/F2TCtJYZxaM/s1600-h/Hope%27s+S.A.I.+pics+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SGwBKbYn_RI/AAAAAAAAAHI/F2TCtJYZxaM/s320/Hope%27s+S.A.I.+pics+103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218547346876923154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoga class. (Surprisingly enjoyable)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SGwBKwWW-bI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/HfHbQWll5l0/s1600-h/Hope%27s+S.A.I.+pics+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SGwBKwWW-bI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/HfHbQWll5l0/s320/Hope%27s+S.A.I.+pics+123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218547352504564146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final performance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SGwBLl7XWeI/AAAAAAAAAHY/R-SWKiCBE0E/s1600-h/Hope%27s+S.A.I.+pics+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SGwBLl7XWeI/AAAAAAAAAHY/R-SWKiCBE0E/s320/Hope%27s+S.A.I.+pics+135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218547366886857186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group photo!&lt;br /&gt;My jaw was cramping by the time everyone got their picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SGwBMT1QRUI/AAAAAAAAAHg/FuG_I9X266w/s1600-h/Hope%27s+S.A.I.+pics+156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SGwBMT1QRUI/AAAAAAAAAHg/FuG_I9X266w/s320/Hope%27s+S.A.I.+pics+156.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218547379209258306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bethany and I.&lt;br /&gt;God truly blessed me with her friendship. Because we share the same beliefs and morals it was very encouraging to have her there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SGwFb_iVokI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Foui3PFZ1a8/s1600-h/Hope%27s+S.A.I.+pics+158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SGwFb_iVokI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Foui3PFZ1a8/s320/Hope%27s+S.A.I.+pics+158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218552046685626946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Nedvin and I.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't he just look crazy? He even tie dyed the shirt himself :) He really is a nice guy though and orchestrated the camp very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SGwFbTvvrhI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Bs2P0gvCnYo/s1600-h/Hope%27s+S.A.I.+pics+157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SGwFbTvvrhI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Bs2P0gvCnYo/s320/Hope%27s+S.A.I.+pics+157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218552034930699794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tex, Cara and I.&lt;br /&gt;Tex will be attending Shorter in the fall so hopefully we can stay in touch. Both he and Cara are awesome pianists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SGwFcQHUD3I/AAAAAAAAAH4/WWgiNC-DBuY/s1600-h/Hope%27s+S.A.I.+pics+165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SGwFcQHUD3I/AAAAAAAAAH4/WWgiNC-DBuY/s320/Hope%27s+S.A.I.+pics+165.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218552051135680370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SGwKAQhU_KI/AAAAAAAAAII/ytBMzv7lX4o/s1600-h/Hope%27s+S.A.I.+pics+160.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My  roommate Maria.&lt;br /&gt;She came all the way from Puerto Rico to attend the camp! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SGwKAQhU_KI/AAAAAAAAAII/ytBMzv7lX4o/s1600-h/Hope%27s+S.A.I.+pics+160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SGwKAQhU_KI/AAAAAAAAAII/ytBMzv7lX4o/s320/Hope%27s+S.A.I.+pics+160.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218557067766594722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SGwKA1i8FBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/5F33zOrlLTI/s1600-h/Hope%27s+S.A.I.+pics+167.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My awesome teacher. What a wonderful, Godly woman she is.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I will ever find another teacher as talented as she is.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SGwKA1i8FBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/5F33zOrlLTI/s1600-h/Hope%27s+S.A.I.+pics+167.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SGwKA1i8FBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/5F33zOrlLTI/s320/Hope%27s+S.A.I.+pics+167.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218557077705462802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will cherish my memories of this summer. Thank you Jesus for providing everything I needed so that I could attend camp and make awesome friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Psalm 20:4&lt;br /&gt;May he grant you according to&lt;br /&gt;your heart's desire,&lt;br /&gt;And fulfill all your purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&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/5274572728403521593-2530417411220333710?l=hopesnovellette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/feeds/2530417411220333710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274572728403521593&amp;postID=2530417411220333710' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/2530417411220333710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/2530417411220333710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-arts-institute.html' title='Summer Arts Institute'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12879781249936629258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Sc71XcY47MI/AAAAAAAAAPc/qEDHv63FDrs/S220/IMG008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SGv3l65PrDI/AAAAAAAAAGY/AHCHJhsOpac/s72-c/Hope%27s+S.A.I.+pics+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274572728403521593.post-2975486981325208560</id><published>2008-06-03T11:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T11:24:35.834-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SEViDa_4q6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/Uz75bSdaHCc/s1600-h/AE+6-1-08+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SEViDa_4q6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/Uz75bSdaHCc/s320/AE+6-1-08+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207676355050253218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your smiling aren't you? :)&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/5274572728403521593-2975486981325208560?l=hopesnovellette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/feeds/2975486981325208560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274572728403521593&amp;postID=2975486981325208560' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/2975486981325208560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/2975486981325208560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/2008/06/sunshine.html' title='Sunshine'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12879781249936629258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Sc71XcY47MI/AAAAAAAAAPc/qEDHv63FDrs/S220/IMG008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SEViDa_4q6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/Uz75bSdaHCc/s72-c/AE+6-1-08+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274572728403521593.post-5931615428459000492</id><published>2008-05-27T16:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T19:12:36.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know, I'm a horrible blogger! So many things have happened in May. Maybe that's why I haven't had time to post :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some pictures of the awesome times God has blessed me with during May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great trip to the Aquarium with new and old friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SDx-c9v2c7I/AAAAAAAAADo/CQMbh2GyzIY/s1600-h/Aquarium+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SDx-c9v2c7I/AAAAAAAAADo/CQMbh2GyzIY/s320/Aquarium+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205174305410151346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SDx-ddv2c8I/AAAAAAAAADw/RiDXjunHoCs/s1600-h/Aquarium+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SDx-ddv2c8I/AAAAAAAAADw/RiDXjunHoCs/s320/Aquarium+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205174314000085954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both are so photogenic don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SDx-dtv2c9I/AAAAAAAAAD4/aILi2Fw-YxQ/s1600-h/Aquarium+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SDx-dtv2c9I/AAAAAAAAAD4/aILi2Fw-YxQ/s320/Aquarium+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205174318295053266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new friend who brought laughter (and new drawing skills) into our home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SDx-d9v2c-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/Jg7526vEgwQ/s1600-h/AE+5-9-08+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SDx-d9v2c-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/Jg7526vEgwQ/s320/AE+5-9-08+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205174322590020578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful (but nerve wracking) spring recital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SDx-e9v2c_I/AAAAAAAAAEI/k1eNT8govto/s1600-h/AE+5-9-08+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SDx-e9v2c_I/AAAAAAAAAEI/k1eNT8govto/s320/AE+5-9-08+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205174339769889778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went to (seemingly countless) ball games....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SDyTPdv2dAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/3jz1zWwS5IA/s1600-h/TL-baseball+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SDyTPdv2dAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/3jz1zWwS5IA/s320/TL-baseball+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205197163226100738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but enjoyed them all (especially Will's first home run!)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SDyTPtv2dBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/oXHFagpa-eQ/s1600-h/Will%27s+game+4-08+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SDyTPtv2dBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/oXHFagpa-eQ/s320/Will%27s+game+4-08+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205197167521068050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a wonderful start to the summer! Thank you God for such a blessed month.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading.&lt;br /&gt;Hope:)&lt;br /&gt;(See Aunt Jenny, I did it!)&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/5274572728403521593-5931615428459000492?l=hopesnovellette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/feeds/5931615428459000492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274572728403521593&amp;postID=5931615428459000492' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/5931615428459000492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/5931615428459000492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/2008/05/catching-up_27.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12879781249936629258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Sc71XcY47MI/AAAAAAAAAPc/qEDHv63FDrs/S220/IMG008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SDx-c9v2c7I/AAAAAAAAADo/CQMbh2GyzIY/s72-c/Aquarium+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274572728403521593.post-8906957523059657859</id><published>2008-04-30T20:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T21:18:28.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Psalm of gratefulness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SBkZsk0aO6I/AAAAAAAAADU/w19vO0VO22E/s1600-h/AE-princesses+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SBkZsk0aO6I/AAAAAAAAADU/w19vO0VO22E/s320/AE-princesses+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195211898737015714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Psalm 30:11-12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="en-NKJV-14331" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You have turned for me my mourning into dancing;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;         You have put off my sackcloth and clothed me with gladness,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="en-NKJV-14332" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To the end that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; glory may sing praise to You and not be silent.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;         O LORD my God, I will give thanks to You forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just spent an entire afternoon shopping 'till I dropped with our student minister's wife (I found a skirt at Gap for $6!). I had a blast :) Yet I can't help but remember how exhausted I would become not too long ago when I tried shopping for over an hour. The Lord has returned to me my strength and I am so very thankful.  I pray that I may "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;give thanks to You forever" &lt;/span&gt;as David promised the Lord. My strength has returned, praise be to God!&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/5274572728403521593-8906957523059657859?l=hopesnovellette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/feeds/8906957523059657859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274572728403521593&amp;postID=8906957523059657859' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/8906957523059657859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/8906957523059657859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/2008/04/psalm-of-gratefulness.html' title='A Psalm of gratefulness'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12879781249936629258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Sc71XcY47MI/AAAAAAAAAPc/qEDHv63FDrs/S220/IMG008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SBkZsk0aO6I/AAAAAAAAADU/w19vO0VO22E/s72-c/AE-princesses+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274572728403521593.post-5581929309327343726</id><published>2008-04-26T13:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T17:07:44.799-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus, the answer to the question</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was looking through pictures recently and I couldn't help but think of the countless things that God has blessed me with. The blessings are almost always unexpected and are in the Lord's perfect time.  Yet even in the midst of these gifts I catch myself thinking of the future and how impossible some of my dreams seem. I seem to think that after so many blessings God cuts off the spout. My rations are spent and the Lord has nothing left to give me. How the Lord must laugh at what I think of His resources.  When these doubts creep in I must ask myself a few questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who has blessed me with four sweet piano students?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SBNtnk0aO2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/xKhmiUvVaZA/s1600-h/AE+3-17-08+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SBNtnk0aO2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/xKhmiUvVaZA/s320/AE+3-17-08+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193615321954138978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who has put family in my life that make me laugh till' I cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SBNtoE0aO3I/AAAAAAAAAC8/t2rzb3nwMYY/s1600-h/smock+burning+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SBNtoE0aO3I/AAAAAAAAAC8/t2rzb3nwMYY/s320/smock+burning+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193615330544073586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who has given me irreplaceable memories with my awesome sisters and wonderful mama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SBNtok0aO4I/AAAAAAAAADE/bpuWunKQubc/s1600-h/spring+break+08+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SBNtok0aO4I/AAAAAAAAADE/bpuWunKQubc/s320/spring+break+08+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193615339134008194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who gave me two brothers that tell me they love me every night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SBNto00aO5I/AAAAAAAAADM/1VubN0FZr3o/s1600-h/spring+break+08+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SBNto00aO5I/AAAAAAAAADM/1VubN0FZr3o/s320/spring+break+08+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193615343428975506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus. That is the answer to all of these questions. That one word can calm every fear, erase every doubt and dry every frustrated tear. That same Jesus can take my seemingly impossible dreams and make them a reality. The familiar words of this song come to mind and I hope it will encourage those who find themselves thinking God has cut off their blessings spout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why should I feel discouraged?&lt;br /&gt;Why should the shadows come?&lt;br /&gt;Why should my heart feel lonely?&lt;br /&gt;And long for heaven and home&lt;br /&gt;When &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt; is my portion&lt;br /&gt;My constant Friend is He&lt;br /&gt;His eye is on the sparrow and I know He watches &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&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/5274572728403521593-5581929309327343726?l=hopesnovellette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/feeds/5581929309327343726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274572728403521593&amp;postID=5581929309327343726' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/5581929309327343726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/5581929309327343726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/2008/04/jesus-answer-to-question.html' title='Jesus, the answer to the question'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12879781249936629258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Sc71XcY47MI/AAAAAAAAAPc/qEDHv63FDrs/S220/IMG008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/SBNtnk0aO2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/xKhmiUvVaZA/s72-c/AE+3-17-08+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274572728403521593.post-4918280948138653847</id><published>2008-04-03T18:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T18:30:53.687-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Place Like Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After a day of errands and music lessons it feels wonderful to be home again! A day in town makes me appreciate the hard work Mama has put into making our home a perfect haven, a sweet place of refuge from the busyness of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/R_VYTmnXgcI/AAAAAAAAACM/teWLAP169Hk/s1600-h/12-07+AE+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/R_VYTmnXgcI/AAAAAAAAACM/teWLAP169Hk/s320/12-07+AE+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185147639793418690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My favorite occupation. Thanks for the book Princess!&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/R_VYUGnXgdI/AAAAAAAAACU/dGcgK_jripM/s1600-h/12-07+AE+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/R_VYUGnXgdI/AAAAAAAAACU/dGcgK_jripM/s320/12-07+AE+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185147648383353298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Man, isn't he a sweet napper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/R_VYUWnXgeI/AAAAAAAAACc/atqcNp_-tYE/s1600-h/12-07+AE+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/R_VYUWnXgeI/AAAAAAAAACc/atqcNp_-tYE/s320/12-07+AE+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185147652678320610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddy, he even sleeps in his cap :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mama for making our home a welcome respite from the troubles that tend to overwhelm us.  Thanks for reading!&lt;br /&gt;Hope:)&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/5274572728403521593-4918280948138653847?l=hopesnovellette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/feeds/4918280948138653847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274572728403521593&amp;postID=4918280948138653847' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/4918280948138653847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/4918280948138653847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-place-like-home.html' title='No Place Like Home'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12879781249936629258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Sc71XcY47MI/AAAAAAAAAPc/qEDHv63FDrs/S220/IMG008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/R_VYTmnXgcI/AAAAAAAAACM/teWLAP169Hk/s72-c/12-07+AE+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274572728403521593.post-6741796171867283222</id><published>2008-03-28T22:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T22:41:27.634-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update from the schoolroom :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been kind of discouraged over the past couple of days as I looked at my schedule and saw the things I hadn't accomplished yet yesterday I was able to complete everything on the list! Praise the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am now relishing the fact that it is 10:30 and I don't have to go to bed if I don't want to; why? It's FRIDAY!!! Thank you Lord for seeing me through another week of school and please be with me through the next ten, not that I'm counting or anything :) Let us remember to praise God in everything, even seemingly endless weeks of school. The words of Casting Crowns expresses this well. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll praise you in this storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I will lift my hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For You are who You are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No Matter where I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And every tear I've cried &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You hold in Your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You never left my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And though my heart is torn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will praise you in this storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for reading. Hope.&lt;br /&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/5274572728403521593-6741796171867283222?l=hopesnovellette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/feeds/6741796171867283222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274572728403521593&amp;postID=6741796171867283222' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/6741796171867283222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/6741796171867283222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/2008/03/update-from-schoolroom.html' title='Update from the schoolroom :)'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12879781249936629258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Sc71XcY47MI/AAAAAAAAAPc/qEDHv63FDrs/S220/IMG008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274572728403521593.post-9066829101465728724</id><published>2008-03-22T19:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T19:38:42.528-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I finally did it :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Though novellette sounds like a mini novel it is actually "An instrumental piece free in form, bold in harmony, romantic in character and with a variety of contrasting themes." I chose this name because it reminded me of life, particularly mine. My prayer is to grow to be a young lady who is free of all regret, lives her faith boldly, never forgets to dream and lets God guide her through peace as well as conflict. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I'll use this blog as a record of my life as a daughter, sister, student and teacher of piano.  I can't promise it will be exciting but maybe there will be a few laughs, and hopefully not all of them will be at my expense:) Thanks for reading, Hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274572728403521593-9066829101465728724?l=hopesnovellette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/feeds/9066829101465728724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274572728403521593&amp;postID=9066829101465728724' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/9066829101465728724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274572728403521593/posts/default/9066829101465728724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopesnovellette.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-finally-did-it.html' title='I finally did it :)'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12879781249936629258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJNVib96zE4/Sc71XcY47MI/AAAAAAAAAPc/qEDHv63FDrs/S220/IMG008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
