<?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-2544706015262995447</id><updated>2012-01-02T04:54:29.145-08:00</updated><category term='summer'/><category term='girly'/><category term='church'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='God'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='family'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='Lifetime Fitness'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='following Christ'/><category term='joy'/><category term='love'/><category term='hair'/><category term='thankfulness'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>The Journey</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-1412343065521212447</id><published>2012-01-01T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T18:48:44.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choosing in 2012</title><content type='html'>It's easy to get caught up in busyness.  One minute your focus is on the important stuff, then you get caught up in something and you lose sight of the vision.  I have one goal for 2012.  This goal is to choose to be a blessing.  Every day. All. The. Time.  This will require a lot of time on my knees.  Looking forward to it with anticipation!&lt;a href="http://m.youtube.com/index?client=mv-google&amp;desktop_uri=%2F&amp;gl=US&amp;rdm=4ozmbjq5y#/watch?v=4tvDQpaJBuo"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-1412343065521212447?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://m.youtube.com/index?client=mv-google&amp;desktop_uri=%2F&amp;gl=US&amp;rdm=4ozmbjq5y#/watch?v=4tvDQpaJBuo' title='Choosing in 2012'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://m.youtube.com/index?client=mv-google&amp;desktop_uri=%2F&amp;gl=US&amp;rdm=4ozmbjq5y#/watch?v=4tvDQpaJBuo' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1412343065521212447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2012/01/choosing-in-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/1412343065521212447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/1412343065521212447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2012/01/choosing-in-2012.html' title='Choosing in 2012'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-206486710379301047</id><published>2011-10-08T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T19:25:45.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering...</title><content type='html'>God has been challenging me lately to remember who He is, and what I have seen Him do.  As we move into the month of October, I am reminded of what God did for our family one October 9 years ago.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roan Forest had opened that year.  Things were hectic, exciting, and new.  Neither of our children were in school.  (Ethan wasn't even thought of yet!)We had gone out to dinner with Eric's family.  Emily started acting strangely.  She wouldn't look at me when I talked to her.  She sort of stared through me.  When we got home, I put her in the tub for a bath.  She couldn't sit up in the tub. I said something to Eric about it, and he said "she's just tired, put her in her crib and see how she is in the morning".  I couldn't do it.  I felt strongly that if I put her in bed, she'd never wake up.  I called my mother-in-law and she agreed Em wasn't acting right at dinner.  We took her to the ER where I was told "she's just tired" for the second time.  We waited and waited to see the Dr. When they called us back, we waited some more.  When the doctor finally came in he looked at Em and said "I have to be honest, I don't like her color at all".  I'm going to run some blood work, and we will be testing her for leukemia, cystic fibrosis, and a list of other things that I don't remember because he started with the word leukemia. I will never forget the breath prayer I said at that moment.  "Lord, I have to give this to you because I'm not strong enough.  I give you my daughter".  The tests came back, and she didn't have leukemia.  However, she was severely anemic and needed a blood transfusion.  They kept her in the hospital for a week trying to figure out what had caused her to have anemia that severely.  Our small group at the time was amazing.  Every night someone brought us food, new clothes, and prayed with us.  Our baby girl is 10 now.  I am so thankful God prompted me to keep pressing even though person after person told me nothing was wrong.  In the words of one of the PICU nurses "If you'd have put her to bed, she may not have woken up".  God is good. I remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-206486710379301047?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/206486710379301047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2011/10/remembering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/206486710379301047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/206486710379301047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2011/10/remembering.html' title='Remembering...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-4562586915539405196</id><published>2011-07-07T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T09:44:48.476-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>14 Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kEqMsv5Xnv0/ThXcytin-iI/AAAAAAAAAUo/HVJTNiFwCEg/s1600/Wedding+Day.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kEqMsv5Xnv0/ThXcytin-iI/AAAAAAAAAUo/HVJTNiFwCEg/s320/Wedding+Day.jpg" width="242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;July 19, 1997&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, at the Little Church of La Villita, I married the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;love of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;nbsp;It was a simple wedding, with about 30 guests. &amp;nbsp;It was perfect. &amp;nbsp; Highlights: &amp;nbsp;Eric's best man handed Cecil our rings, along with two giant candy ring pops. &amp;nbsp;I will never forget Cecil looking down in his hand and saying "Well, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;here are the rings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;nbsp;I don't know which ones you want to use, but here they are." &amp;nbsp;It was a cute, private laugh between Eric, Cecil, Burton, and I. &amp;nbsp; After choosing our rings (we picked the real ones) I then started to shove Eric's ring on the wrong finger. &amp;nbsp;Eric looked so serious. &amp;nbsp; It had me so off guard that I had to fight the urge to laugh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 years and three kids later, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;I love this man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; more than I ever thought possible. &amp;nbsp;We have &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;grown together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in our love for one another and our love for the Lord. &amp;nbsp;Our journey together has not always been easy. &amp;nbsp;There have been many challenges along the way. &amp;nbsp;However, I will say that Eric has always been my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;champion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp;Whenever I have been too weak to fight, scared, or overwhelmed he &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;has always &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;stood in the gap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for me. &lt;br /&gt;I love you Eric! &amp;nbsp;I can't wait to see what comes next!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-4562586915539405196?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4562586915539405196/comments/default' title='Post 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have a child care center where your children can play and have a marvelous time while you indulge in a 2 hour pampering session at the Life Spa. &amp;nbsp;You don't even have to be a member!!! &amp;nbsp;Now, if I could just make it to the gym for a workout...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-3454282639045723915?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3454282639045723915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-hair.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/3454282639045723915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3404628989428401150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2011/06/hello-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/3404628989428401150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/3404628989428401150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2011/06/hello-summer.html' title='Hello, Summer!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-6576255679251693705</id><published>2011-05-30T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T14:26:56.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed Beyond Measure...</title><content type='html'>Everyone has a situation that they pray they will never have to encounter.&amp;nbsp; Today I was faced with one.&amp;nbsp; Ethan and I went to the grocery store together this afternoon.&amp;nbsp; It was a normal trip, with a crazy long list.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Halfway through the store, with a cart full of groceries, Ethan begins to vomit.&amp;nbsp; Not a little--excorcist style.&amp;nbsp; It was everywhere.&amp;nbsp; Vomit was&amp;nbsp;all over the groceries, in my purse and it covered Ethan from head to toe.&amp;nbsp; The pathetic amount of wipes I had in my purse wasn't cutting it.&amp;nbsp; I called out to an employee that was stocking the shelf down the aisle from me.&amp;nbsp; I explained what had happend and she called for someone with a mop.&amp;nbsp; Another employee comes up and asks would I like her to grab a shirt for him or possibly a beach towel.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I left my groceries and scooped Ethan up to take him to the rest room.&amp;nbsp; As I was cleaning him up, someone arrived with the shirt.&amp;nbsp; After cleaning him up, we left the bathroom looking for the cart I had left behind.&amp;nbsp; I was directed to a checkout line where they had unloaded and wiped down all of the groceries (some of them&amp;nbsp;had to have&amp;nbsp;been replaced with fresh ones).&amp;nbsp; I was handed paper towels "just in case".&amp;nbsp; I asked to have the shirt added to the groceries and was told it was a gift to us.&amp;nbsp; We were taken care of in a way I have never experienced.&amp;nbsp; Instead of leaving stressed and frustrated, we left knowing the hand of God was all over us.&amp;nbsp; HEB rocks.&amp;nbsp; I will never shop anywhere else.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-6576255679251693705?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6576255679251693705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2011/05/blessed-beyond-measure.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/6576255679251693705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/6576255679251693705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2011/05/blessed-beyond-measure.html' title='Blessed Beyond Measure...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-9206225420225956496</id><published>2011-04-22T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T07:56:43.829-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='following Christ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Do You Need a Second Chance?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qPRPlK31Gmk/TbGS2k2vjnI/AAAAAAAAAM0/2L9Q2KCNlqw/s1600/Easter+2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qPRPlK31Gmk/TbGS2k2vjnI/AAAAAAAAAM0/2L9Q2KCNlqw/s320/Easter+2011.jpg" width="229" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love Easter. &amp;nbsp;I love that it is God's "do over" for mankind. &amp;nbsp;We need it. &amp;nbsp;All of the time. &amp;nbsp;Easter is so special to me, because it was the beginning of a life changing "do over" for me. &amp;nbsp;16 years ago, I was NOT in any way the woman I am today. &amp;nbsp;I am not talking about marriage, children, or profession (even though those things changed in the last 16 years also) either. &amp;nbsp;I am talking about true life change of the heart. &amp;nbsp;At the age of 25, circumstances had put me in a literal prison. &amp;nbsp;In the midst of everything I was running from, my aunt invited me to church. &amp;nbsp;I "did her a favor" and went. &amp;nbsp;The message of Easter was not new to me, however, it touched me that day in a way I didn't expect. &amp;nbsp;Jesus died for ME. &amp;nbsp;I felt peace and hope that day in a way I never imagined. &amp;nbsp;I was made new. &amp;nbsp;Believe it or not, in the last 16 years, God has taken every horrible thing I was running from and used it for his glory. &amp;nbsp;He has taken my ashes and made them beautiful. &amp;nbsp;So my question for you is, do you need a "do over?" &amp;nbsp;Come and see. &amp;nbsp;Do me a "favor" and visit for Easter. &amp;nbsp;Hope, peace and life change are the best gifts you could ever receive. &amp;nbsp;You won't get it from me though, those gifts only come from Jesus. &amp;nbsp;Hope to see you Sunday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-9206225420225956496?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9206225420225956496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2011/04/do-you-need-second-chance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/9206225420225956496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/9206225420225956496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2011/04/do-you-need-second-chance.html' title='Do You Need a Second Chance?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qPRPlK31Gmk/TbGS2k2vjnI/AAAAAAAAAM0/2L9Q2KCNlqw/s72-c/Easter+2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-4287051349095185603</id><published>2011-03-27T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T12:22:32.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings in pain...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9xPzTSpbYmk?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In church today, we sang "You are God Alone" by Phillips, Craig and Dean. &amp;nbsp;Whenever I hear this song, it takes me back to a very hard time. &amp;nbsp;I was pregnant. &amp;nbsp;This pregnancy was (in my mind at the time) an answer to prayer...years and years of prayer. &amp;nbsp;However, this pregnancy ended in miscarriage. &amp;nbsp; Why? &amp;nbsp;I had finally "let go". &amp;nbsp;I can remember listening to this song over and over again, submitting to God's sovereign hand over my life. &amp;nbsp;Raising my hands in praise when I wanted to scream "Why!!!". &amp;nbsp;However, 5 years later, this is what I learned: &amp;nbsp;That baby was an idol in my heart. &amp;nbsp;I had wanted a baby so badly that I had given it God's place on the throne. &amp;nbsp;I don't know when I realized that, but as I did, true healing happened. &amp;nbsp;I no longer needed another child to feel "complete". &amp;nbsp;As we made plans for permanent "birth control", I became pregnant again. &amp;nbsp;This time, everything was different. &amp;nbsp;It was in God's hands. &amp;nbsp;We have been blessed by an unchangeable, unstoppable God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-4287051349095185603?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4287051349095185603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2011/03/blessings-in-pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/4287051349095185603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/4287051349095185603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2011/03/blessings-in-pain.html' title='Blessings in pain...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/9xPzTSpbYmk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-2019129563119269236</id><published>2011-02-06T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T12:31:07.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Cute!</title><content type='html'>A little while ago, Ethan went running into our bedroom and shut the door. &amp;nbsp;Next, I heard the door to the bathroom close too. &amp;nbsp;I waited a minute and then went to investigate. &amp;nbsp;I opened the door to the bedroom, no Ethan. &amp;nbsp;I opened the door to the master bathroom, he wasn't there. &amp;nbsp;However, I heard a sweet little voice talking. &amp;nbsp;I opened the door to where the toilet is, and there he was sitting on the potty reading a book out loud to himself. &amp;nbsp;It was so cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-2019129563119269236?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2019129563119269236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2011/02/too-cute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/2019129563119269236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/2019129563119269236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2011/02/too-cute.html' title='Too Cute!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-413231653860272994</id><published>2011-02-05T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T06:11:54.896-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Being "All There"</title><content type='html'>This week I am fasting from Facebook. &amp;nbsp;There are many reasons why, but here is the most important one: &amp;nbsp;I want to be "all there" for my family. &amp;nbsp;Last night, Eric had an opportunity to take Emily to the rodeo to see a concert. &amp;nbsp;The boys and I were at the house together. &amp;nbsp;We had an amazing night baking cookies together and watching a movie (Inception). &amp;nbsp;I could tell that Kyle especially enjoyed the fact that we were spending true time together. &amp;nbsp;There was no texting, facebooking, or gaming of any kind last night...just quality time. &amp;nbsp;This morning we did a devotional together on spiritual growth. &amp;nbsp;It was so cool. &amp;nbsp;Well, I could say so much more, but my boy is almost done in the shower and I want to be "all there".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-413231653860272994?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/413231653860272994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2011/02/being-all-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/413231653860272994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/413231653860272994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2011/02/being-all-there.html' title='Being &quot;All There&quot;'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-5689919935748377220</id><published>2011-01-25T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T18:56:43.089-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='following Christ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thankfulness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Thank You God!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Today, I am thankful for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;A clean house (that I didn't clean)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-size: large;"&gt;Friends...I'm talking about the kind of friends that you can be away from for awhile but are so close that you can pick up right where you left off. &amp;nbsp;The kind of friends that know all of the bad stuff and love you anyway. &amp;nbsp;The kind of friends that are like family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;My job. &amp;nbsp;I am blessed to love what I do and get paid for it too. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;A son that is old enough to clean up the kitchen after dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;A son that still wants to cuddle and watch Dora the Explorer (Ethan lol, not Kyle)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;A daughter that is full of smiles and laughter...who thinks she can teach her mother how to play "Call of Duty, Black Ops"...when her mom is clueless about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;A husband that still wants to hug, kiss and snuggle with me after 13 1/2 years, and showers me with thoughtful gestures all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;Last but definitely not least, a savior who took my sin and nailed it to the cross. &amp;nbsp;God, who loves me for me...not for anything I have or have not done. &amp;nbsp;He calls after me even when I'm hiding or running in the opposite direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;Today, I am thankful for all of this and more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;***This post was inspired by something I heard on KLOVE this morning: &amp;nbsp;"It doesn't matter where you are in life, or what's going on, there is someone who is praying right now for the blessings you already enjoy"***&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/2544706015262995447-5689919935748377220?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5689919935748377220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/thank-you-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/5689919935748377220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/5689919935748377220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/thank-you-god.html' title='Thank You God!!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-8893399980265301232</id><published>2011-01-09T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T18:44:20.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>See Yourself the Way God Sees You</title><content type='html'>"See yourself the way God sees you..." &amp;nbsp;This statement caught my eye today, and I don't think it was an "accident". &amp;nbsp;Last week I heard someone on the radio declaring that we should "give ourselves the grace we give others". &amp;nbsp;That we wouldn't tell someone else the mean, hurtful, disapproving things that we think about ourselves when we fall short. &amp;nbsp;I am sensing a trend. &amp;nbsp;So, how does God see us? &amp;nbsp;His word calls us His dearly loved children. &amp;nbsp;We are His workmanship, made in His very image. &amp;nbsp;This is so hard to say...but I'm going to because I am sure there are other people that feel this way, if even occasionally. &amp;nbsp;I don't feel good about myself.. not often...rarely ever. &amp;nbsp;It is a disease, a cancer if you will that has been eating away at me since I was a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has been lovingly trying to show me this is not the abundant life He is calling me to. &amp;nbsp;It's time to love myself the way that God loves me. &amp;nbsp;To see myself with His eyes. &amp;nbsp;This week in my quiet time, I want to shower my spirit with God's vision of His children. &amp;nbsp;If you know any good verses, pass them my way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-8893399980265301232?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8893399980265301232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/see-yourself-way-god-sees-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/8893399980265301232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/8893399980265301232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/see-yourself-way-god-sees-you.html' title='See Yourself the Way God Sees You'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-2880060053230788224</id><published>2011-01-01T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T11:31:04.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goals for 2011</title><content type='html'>This year, I want some things to be different...don't we always? &amp;nbsp;I think my resolutions are the same every year...so this year I am going to keep it simple. &amp;nbsp;I have a secret, are you ready? &amp;nbsp;I am an extremely strong willed woman. Phew...glad that's off my chest. &amp;nbsp;Now, don't tell anyone, ok! &amp;nbsp;If you know me well, you may have seen this trait. &amp;nbsp;Channeled correctly, this trait is an asset. &amp;nbsp;For instance, if a student is struggling, I WILL NOT give up on them. &amp;nbsp;I refuse. &amp;nbsp;I made it through 5 years of college on will alone....my family said I couldn't do it, I said I could. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I did. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;So, this year, my goal is to fight my will with all I have, and focus on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;God's will. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;If my flesh wants something, my goal is to seek God's will first. &amp;nbsp;Don't get me wrong, I seek God's will in a lot of things...but there are certain areas I don't. &amp;nbsp;Plainly, I don't want him to say "NO". &amp;nbsp;Therefore, in some things I have had a "don't ask, don't tell" philosophy. &amp;nbsp;I become fixated on something that I just have to do or have...and just don't ask...and don't let go either. &amp;nbsp;I look at Abraham. &amp;nbsp;God told him to do something and he just did it. &amp;nbsp;Not easy things either. &amp;nbsp;Abraham was God's man. &amp;nbsp;He listened, and he obeyed. &amp;nbsp;He had faith that God's will for him was much better than his own. &amp;nbsp;This is my resolution. &amp;nbsp;SO, if you see me and I look confused, or I'm staring blankly ahead...chances are I'm fighting with myself lol. &amp;nbsp;Happy New Year friends! &amp;nbsp;It's going to be a good one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-2880060053230788224?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2880060053230788224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/goals-for-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/2880060053230788224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/2880060053230788224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/goals-for-2011.html' title='Goals for 2011'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-5525257197001845322</id><published>2010-12-30T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T17:04:46.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 in Review...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;"&gt;This Year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;we said good-bye to youth ministry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;I t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;ook a horrible fall and busted my face &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;atched myself heal with amazing speed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;welcomed our chihuahua Rita into our home &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;I reunited with my best friend from college...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Lost an old friend (Darci our black lab).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;.Celebrated 13 years of marriage to my best friend &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Kyle started middle schoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;l..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Emily went to a new school (away from mom)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;I started working at Cibolo Green..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;we became small group leaders...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;I read more fiction than non-fiction...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;I learned how to avoid a flying thermos...and how to get hit by one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;began studying God's word with Emily......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;I watched Kyle learn to love roller coasters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;discovered Pioneer Woman's cinnamon rolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Saw God's amazing faithfulness through the tithe &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;tried to listen more than talk (wasn't too great at that) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Realized that Ethan has a will of steel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I embraced technology &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;I discovered how much I love to cook and bake &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;I have been blessed beyond measure &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Praying that God will open my eyes to serve him more and more each day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Looking forward to 2011--BRING IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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Review...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-9119189422611333974</id><published>2010-12-21T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T13:15:08.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhh....vacation</title><content type='html'>I have to say, Christmas vacation has got to be one of the greatest parts of being a teacher. &amp;nbsp;(Aside from enlightening young minds of course) It is the wonderful deep breath and slow exhale that I look forward to before Christmas each year. &amp;nbsp;The opportunity to live slowly, bake cookies and sit around (as much as a person with 3 children can sit of course). &amp;nbsp;This beginning of this break had a crazy twist to it. &amp;nbsp;Eric and I decided to start (and try to finish) our shopping Saturday. &amp;nbsp;We had Eric's truck all loaded down with gifts and were on our way to drop them off at the house. &amp;nbsp;1 mile away from the house, the transmission started to go out on the truck. &amp;nbsp;Eric pushed down on the gas and nothing happend. &amp;nbsp;The breath prayer "please let us get home, please let us get home" raced through my mind over and over again. &amp;nbsp;We made it. &amp;nbsp;Totally not logical, but we made it into the driveway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I made the most amazing cookies ever. &amp;nbsp;Peanut butter cookies with mini Reese's cups pushed into the middle of them. &amp;nbsp;A-MA-ZING! &amp;nbsp;Today, the kids and I went to see "Tangled" with our neighbor and her kids. &amp;nbsp;Cute movie! &amp;nbsp;The horse, Maximus, cracked me up! &amp;nbsp;Definitely not just a "girly movie". &amp;nbsp;Kyle enjoyed it too. &amp;nbsp;Great humor the whole way through, with a beautiful message at the end. &amp;nbsp;Definitely a "must see". &amp;nbsp;Now, I am getting ready to park myself on the couch and watch "Eclipse" for the first time. &amp;nbsp;Ahhhh...vacation. &amp;nbsp;Gotta love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-9119189422611333974?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9119189422611333974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/12/ahhhhvacation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/9119189422611333974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/9119189422611333974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/12/ahhhhvacation.html' title='Ahhhh....vacation'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-1411436265175347726</id><published>2010-12-10T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T19:36:12.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Amazing Provision...</title><content type='html'>OK, I'm going to admit something here...don't feel good about it, but I'm going to throw it out there. &amp;nbsp;Eric and I hadn't been tithing for awhile...a long while. &amp;nbsp;We believe in it completely, but fear had taken over our hearts. &amp;nbsp;For the last two months we have been tithing faithfully, before any money was spent we made our tithe. &amp;nbsp;This was truly an act of faith. &amp;nbsp;Three days after doing it, I was handed a "surprise" which was our tithe plus a bit more. &amp;nbsp;Today, I received another surprise gift. &amp;nbsp;God has returned our tithe back to us and TRIPLED it! &amp;nbsp;I am humbled. &amp;nbsp;I am amazed....I feel like God is shouting at me with a megaphone "I AM YOUR PROVIDER"!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-1411436265175347726?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1411436265175347726/comments/default' title='Post 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/TPHEF7M1rlI/AAAAAAAAAJg/EkOPM-Y2oFg/s1600/Ethan.goats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 86px; height: 128px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/TPHEF7M1rlI/AAAAAAAAAJg/EkOPM-Y2oFg/s320/Ethan.goats.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544428222339722834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/TPHDD4jsCVI/AAAAAAAAAJU/PsE8FtzE7kY/s1600/Eric.Emily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/TPHDD4jsCVI/AAAAAAAAAJU/PsE8FtzE7kY/s320/Eric.Emily.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544427087758887250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/TPHC72li1cI/AAAAAAAAAJM/J1cBKA2KJqM/s1600/marshmallows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 86px; height: 128px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/TPHC72li1cI/AAAAAAAAAJM/J1cBKA2KJqM/s320/marshmallows.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544426949790848450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/TPG4vvMCuUI/AAAAAAAAAJE/XRpWlhig7h0/s1600/trees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 86px; height: 128px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/TPG4vvMCuUI/AAAAAAAAAJE/XRpWlhig7h0/s320/trees.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544415746530130242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today our family went to a Christmas tree farm called "Devine Acres".  We saw what we expected...rows of trees to cut and purchase.  However, we also saw some things we didn't expect.  They had a pit for roasting marshmallows, and games like horseshoes and washers set up.  There were pens of goats, chickens and rabbits.  We even saw a pot-bellied pig!  I don't think that they had it open, but there was also a pond for "catch and release" fishing.  Needless to say, it was well worth the hour drive.  The kids had a blast and it was nice to be out in the crisp, cool outdoors.  On the drive home Emily proclaimed that "We need to do this every year!"  We might just do that.&lt;/b&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/2544706015262995447-5985811981813946488?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5985811981813946488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-davis-family-tradition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/5985811981813946488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/5985811981813946488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-davis-family-tradition.html' title='A New Davis Family Tradition...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/TPHET86fZfI/AAAAAAAAAJo/b1DN-srGNls/s72-c/fishing%2Bpond.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-3288361654416960341</id><published>2010-11-26T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T07:42:30.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday, Breakfast and Coupons...</title><content type='html'>I'm not a person that loves to rush out for great deals.  I don't love crowds or pushy people.  If I could do all of my shopping online, I would.  This morning, my husband, Kyle, and Ethan made me an amazing breakfast (and let me sleep!).  My coffee was even delivered to me in bed.  So, when Emily asked the magic question "Can you take me to Justice today?" I was soft.  I said "yes".  The child has her own money, and a coupon too...who could say "no" to that?  So, for the first time in 12 years I am going out into the craziness of Black Friday.  I can hope that it's a fast trip, can't I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-3288361654416960341?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3288361654416960341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/black-friday-breakfast-and-coupons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/3288361654416960341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/3288361654416960341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/black-friday-breakfast-and-coupons.html' title='Black Friday, Breakfast and Coupons...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-117453602437294913</id><published>2010-11-21T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T10:34:16.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Thankful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/TOlgseHMuyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/V4RUyKXIm-0/s1600/25903_1430673172546_1404372028_1145852_6772390_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/TOlgseHMuyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/V4RUyKXIm-0/s320/25903_1430673172546_1404372028_1145852_6772390_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542067133569874722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/TOlgraX05-I/AAAAAAAAAH0/SetWMm23Ic8/s1600/73107_1479932202194_1350475173_31154825_6532137_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/TOlgraX05-I/AAAAAAAAAH0/SetWMm23Ic8/s320/73107_1479932202194_1350475173_31154825_6532137_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542067115386005474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What a blessed woman I am!  God has been so good to us.  We are truly blessed.  The friends that have been placed around us are sincere and true.  Our home is warm and filled with love.  The kitchen always has something delicious cooking up...and sweet little faces that want to help cook it.  There is a chair in our living room that Emily and I have been curling up in for morning Bible study...I am thankful that God is cultivating a hunger for His word in her.  My sons are full of love and playfulness.  I see their daddy in them, and I love it!  My husband is faithful and true, and I am blessed that he still walks in the door wanting to hug me and give me a kiss before he does anything else.  There is no doubt about it, our home is blessed.  I thank God for it :-)&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/2544706015262995447-117453602437294913?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/117453602437294913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-thankful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/117453602437294913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/117453602437294913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-thankful.html' title='So Thankful...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/TOlgseHMuyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/V4RUyKXIm-0/s72-c/25903_1430673172546_1404372028_1145852_6772390_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-9215708385846311690</id><published>2010-11-14T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T12:05:57.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith like a child...</title><content type='html'>In my last post I shared that Emily started to wake up and have quiet time with me.  Honestly, I thought that after two or three days, she would grow tired of it and want her sleep again.  We have been at it for about a week and a half now and she looks forward to it.  In fact, I overslept last Wednesday and didn't have time for it.  When she woke up she was heart broken and sobbing.  I began to process through that...when was the last time I was really BROKEN because I didn't have time to spend with God?  Never mind "last time", have I EVER been?  While I enjoy my quiet time with Him, and look forward to having it, I have gotten to a place where if there isn't time for it I just accept it and move on.  I guess you can call it my "adult-matter-of-fact" response.  This is an area where I would like to become more "child-like" and I am thankful that God used my sweet baby girl to open my eyes a bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-9215708385846311690?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9215708385846311690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/faith-like-child.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/9215708385846311690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/9215708385846311690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/faith-like-child.html' title='Faith like a child...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-3154239964267569816</id><published>2010-11-04T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T16:28:44.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet time with my baby girl...</title><content type='html'>The last two days in a row Emily has gotten up at 4:30 in the morning to study the Bible with me.  We spent 45-minutes to an hour in the word each day.  It's amazing to me that she has been that interested and focused.  After we are finished she could go back to bed for an hour (5:30 is still REALLY early for her!).  However, my sweet daughter has surprised me with breakfast when I got out of the shower both days.  Today she made me scrambled eggs and cut up strawberries and placed them on the plate in the shape of a heart...  She has such a servant's heart.  I feel humbled and blessed :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-3154239964267569816?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3154239964267569816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/sweet-time-with-my-baby-girl.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/3154239964267569816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/3154239964267569816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/sweet-time-with-my-baby-girl.html' title='Sweet time with my baby girl...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-1654995769895231265</id><published>2010-11-01T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T18:33:45.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust in the Lord with all of your Heart</title><content type='html'>During Sean's sermon yesterday I was seriously convicted.  I say with my mouth all the time that I trust God...some of my actions might even be convincing enough to make me believe that I do.  However, I was hugely convicted yesterday that while I say that with my mouth, my actions say "If you don't do this, no one else will".   Still chewing on it, but I'm thankful to have had a "reality check".  I'm tired, and worn out...but hopefully that is about to change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-1654995769895231265?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1654995769895231265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/trust-in-lord-with-all-of-your-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/1654995769895231265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/1654995769895231265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/trust-in-lord-with-all-of-your-heart.html' title='Trust in the Lord with all of your Heart'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-6354687917416356002</id><published>2010-10-28T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T21:16:56.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With Anticipation...</title><content type='html'>"When was the last time that you looked forward to meeting with God with anticipation..."  I read that question in a study I'm doing right now and it cut me to the core.  Not because I don't lovI e quiet time, because I do.  However, I wouldn't say that I am on the edge of my seat waiting to wake up for it.  Beth Moore told a story of a young man who goes to stay with his grandfather.  His grandmother had just passed away and his grandfather was lonely and excited by the visit.  He asked his grandson what he would like for breakfast.  Everyone went to bed, but before the grandson went to sleep he went out to the kitchen for a glass of water.  When he turned on the light he noticed that the table was lavishly set for the breakfast that was to come in the morning.  His grandfather was so excited for their time together that he had prepared in advance for the gathering.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so struck by this story that I began to think about how I could "anticipate" a meeting with God.  What could I get ready, and prepare in advance?  I went into the living room and placed my bible and study book on the table beside my favorite chair.  I made sure there was a warm cozy blanket, a highlighter and pen there too.  Then I went into the kitchen and put out a mug for coffee, a spoon and the sugar.  Simple things...but my heart began to anticipate what was to come.  For the first time in a month I hopped out of bed at the sound of my alarm excited for my "visit".  Now I am pondering...what other things in my daily walk could I prepare for with anticipation???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/2544706015262995447-6354687917416356002?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6354687917416356002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/with-anticipation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/6354687917416356002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/6354687917416356002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/with-anticipation.html' title='With Anticipation...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-7216404594256709044</id><published>2010-10-27T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T18:15:47.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shock and laughter</title><content type='html'>Ok, this is the boldest and most embarrassing thing a student has ever said to me..."Mrs. Davis, I can see your _______________ through your shirt!"  Ummm, what do you say after that's been announced to your whole class?  Without emotion I said "that is extremely inappropriate, and it is also not true".  Then I went home laughing...however, today was pajama day and you'd better believe I made sure my top was nice and dark and thick LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-7216404594256709044?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7216404594256709044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/shock-and-laughter.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/7216404594256709044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/7216404594256709044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/shock-and-laughter.html' title='Shock and laughter'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-8190968010597532868</id><published>2010-10-23T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T09:43:50.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful by MercyMe (Lyrics)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/7C2o0jHNRuU/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7C2o0jHNRuU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7C2o0jHNRuU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&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/2544706015262995447-8190968010597532868?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8190968010597532868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/beautiful-by-mercyme-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/8190968010597532868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/8190968010597532868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/beautiful-by-mercyme-lyrics.html' title='Beautiful by MercyMe (Lyrics)'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-974693938979881924</id><published>2010-10-23T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T09:45:09.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Beautiful</title><content type='html'>Have you ever heard a song that just met you right where you are?  Last week I heard this song by MercyMe that just grabbed my heart and hasn't let it go since.  I think every woman at times feels as if she isn't beautiful... maybe it's society screaming that we need to look a certain way.  There are times when I believe that the enemy uses this to pull our eyes off of God and onto ourselves.  I wanted to share these lyrics with you...I hope you are blessed the way that they have blessed me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7C2o0jHNRuU"&gt;Beautiful &lt;/a&gt; (Click to play the song)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;By:  MercyMe  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;The Generous Mr. Lovewell&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Days will come when you don't have the strength&lt;br /&gt;And all you hear is you're not worth anything&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if you ever could be loved&lt;br /&gt;And if they truly saw your heart&lt;br /&gt;They'd see too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, You're beautiful&lt;br /&gt;You are made for so much more than all of this&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, You're beautiful&lt;br /&gt;You are treasured, you are sacred, you are His&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying that you have the heart to fight&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you are more than what is hurting you tonight&lt;br /&gt;For all the lies you've held inside so long&lt;br /&gt;But they are nothing in the shadow of the cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, You're beautiful&lt;br /&gt;You are made for so much more than all of this&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, You're beautiful&lt;br /&gt;You are treasured, you are sacred, you are His&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you ever took a breath&lt;br /&gt;Long before the world began&lt;br /&gt;Of all the wonders He possessed&lt;br /&gt;There was one more precious&lt;br /&gt;Of all the earth and skies above&lt;br /&gt;You're the one He madly loves&lt;br /&gt;Enough to die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, You're beautiful&lt;br /&gt;In His eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;You are made for so much more than all of this&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;You are treasured, you are sacred, you are His&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;You are made for so much more than all of this&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;You are treasured&lt;br /&gt;You are sacred&lt;br /&gt;You are His&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;My friends, you are treasured, you are sacred you are HIS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2544706015262995447-974693938979881924?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/974693938979881924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/youre-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/974693938979881924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/974693938979881924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/youre-beautiful.html' title='You&apos;re Beautiful'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-6891106722039210706</id><published>2010-10-16T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T17:05:57.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Best Friend, and My Love...</title><content type='html'>There are times that we drive each other crazy for sure...but even then we are so blessed to have an amazing marriage.  Eric is my best friend.  He keeps me grounded and shows me things that I would miss without his perspective.  He is the love of my life.  After 13 years of marriage and three children, we still enjoy being together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-6891106722039210706?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6891106722039210706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-best-friend-and-my-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/6891106722039210706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/6891106722039210706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-best-friend-and-my-love.html' title='My Best Friend, and My Love...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-6921780313957993403</id><published>2010-10-10T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T10:06:18.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So blessed...</title><content type='html'>If you've talked to me lately, you know that my school life has been like a giant hurricane...a crazy whirlwind.  It never stops, it grows in force and momentum daily.  However, along the way there have been HUGE blessings.   First, and foremost, God has placed amazing prayer warriors in my path to stand in the gap when my strength is well...gone.  He has also shown me that He is there in the middle of the storm.  This weekend, when my family was blasted with this nasty stomach virus family, friends and neighbors helped out in ways that truly touch my heart.  I slept through an entire day this weekend...rest...truly a blessing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-6921780313957993403?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6921780313957993403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-blessed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/6921780313957993403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/6921780313957993403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-blessed.html' title='So blessed...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-9063695308099137326</id><published>2010-09-28T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T15:25:59.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!!!</title><content type='html'>There is a policy that states that students are allowed to speak to the student body about their beliefs.  I have never seen this in action at the elementary school level, that is until yesterday.  A fifth grader was on the announcements yesterday (live t.v. in front of the entire school) and began his speech about why being catholic was important to him.  NOT what I expected at all.  This kid gave an entire presentation of the gospel, professing that Jesus was Lord in his life and quoted all kinds of scripture from the Bible.  It was at least 2 minutes long.  I was impressed by two things...1 that this child made such a complete and unwavering declaration (trust me, by the end of it if the name of Jesus offended you...you would be VERY offended) and 2 that my principal allowed him to speak so freely and completely about his faith.  This was NOT a sugar coated/I don't want to make anyone upset version of his faith, it was hard core.  This impressed me and really encouraged me as a Christian...for those of you who have kids in the public school, your kids can make an impact!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-9063695308099137326?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9063695308099137326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/wow.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/9063695308099137326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/9063695308099137326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/wow.html' title='Wow!!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-1354011343705402202</id><published>2010-09-26T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T16:46:12.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Might sound strange but...</title><content type='html'>I am so excited!!!  This weekend I finished all of our families laundry by 11:00 Saturday morning!  For YEARS I have tried to keep up with the mountains of laundry that our family produces in a week, and have never been able to.   Somehow...it's getting done.  I really don't know how, all I know is our hampers are empty!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-1354011343705402202?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1354011343705402202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/might-sound-strange-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/1354011343705402202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/1354011343705402202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/might-sound-strange-but.html' title='Might sound strange but...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-8480726038473547960</id><published>2010-09-19T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T18:50:33.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Fight!!!</title><content type='html'>This Friday someone close to me experienced a heart wrenching event.  The man that she's shared life with for 27 years came home, told her he "loves her, but isn't "in" love with her anymore" and left with a suitcase.  27 years...how do you leave that?  I can't fathom it.  However, I know that God is bigger than our circumstances.  No matter how this looks right now, God can heal this marriage and make it better and stronger than ever!   Married or unmarried, we need to fight for the marriages around us!!!  The enemy loves distractions of all kinds...long days/nights at work, thoughts of other men/women, pornography, even our precious children and our ministries can be distractions from our marriages.  Join me in praying for the marriages of the people in your life.  Newlyweds, people who have been married for a long time, Christians or not...God hates divorce!!!  I have read the book "The Power of a Praying Wife" many times...I think it's time to pick it up again.  It's time to fight, and prayer is the most effective weapon we've got!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-8480726038473547960?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8480726038473547960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/lets-fight.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/8480726038473547960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/8480726038473547960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/lets-fight.html' title='Let&apos;s Fight!!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-5233474129097142700</id><published>2010-09-06T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T18:09:29.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year...</title><content type='html'>And so, the school year has begun!  I have such a sweet class.  There are only 17 students in my room.  I am thankful the number is so low.  I would love to share with you the highlights of my first two weeks, however I can't.  But let's say this...if God puts me on your heart, a passing thought, a glimpse of a picture etc. please pray!!!  Pray that I have time to spend in God's presence each day.  Pray for me to have grace for my family when I get home each night.  Pray as you feel led.  I am unable to do this without God's power.   Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-5233474129097142700?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5233474129097142700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/5233474129097142700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/5233474129097142700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-year.html' title='A New Year...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-26421368252807684</id><published>2010-08-11T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T07:59:11.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That time of year again...</title><content type='html'>This last week I have been working on my classroom.  It's always so exciting to begin a new school year.  I love being a teacher for many reasons.  However this time of year I am always reminded that every new school year is a fresh start.  My room can be organized differently, my routines and systems for organization can change.  There is of course a new group of students, and different  needs and accomplishments.  I am thankful for that!  This year, I am helping to open a brand new campus called &lt;a href="http://www.neisd.net/cibolo/index.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cibolo Green Elementary&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .  We are the first "green" campus in NEISD.  We are in the process of applying for our LEED certification (we are hoping for the gold level!).  The technology that we will have in our classrooms rocks my world!  Each grade level will have a &lt;a href="http://smarttech.com/us/Solutions/Education+Solutions/Products+for+education/Interactive+whiteboards+and+displays/SMART+Board+interactive+whiteboards"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"smartboard"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in their hallway.  In our classrooms, we will have 2 macbooks, &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/ipad/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 ipads&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, a &lt;a href="http://www.bitec.com/document_cameras_lumens.html#DC211"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;l&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;adibug&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and an &lt;a href="http://smarttech.com/us/Solutions/Education+Solutions/Products+for+education/Complementary+hardware+products/SMART+Slate"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;airliner board&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .  There is also a projector in every classroom so that anything can be shown on the big screen.  The lighting in our rooms is cool too.  There are dimmer switches with settings for media displays.  Cool stuff!  NOW I just have to play with it and learn it...oh darn!  I'm gonna love every minute of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-26421368252807684?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/26421368252807684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/that-time-of-year-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/26421368252807684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/26421368252807684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/that-time-of-year-again.html' title='That time of year again...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-283834770567823285</id><published>2010-08-03T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T11:44:34.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Creative Genius</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/TFhi86Zfh_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/-chNgGYPAl4/s1600/IMG_1896%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/TFhi86Zfh_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/-chNgGYPAl4/s320/IMG_1896%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501255743440914418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today, Ethan discovered sidewalk chalk.  I couldn't resist posting a picture of him...he's covered in chalk!  I posted his masterpiece too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/TFhivV8-7FI/AAAAAAAAAG0/TExejH4XGYg/s1600/IMG_1888%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/TFhivV8-7FI/AAAAAAAAAG0/TExejH4XGYg/s320/IMG_1888%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501255510319361106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-283834770567823285?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/283834770567823285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/creative-genius.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/283834770567823285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/283834770567823285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/creative-genius.html' title='The Creative Genius'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/TFhi86Zfh_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/-chNgGYPAl4/s72-c/IMG_1896%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-968867168602329173</id><published>2010-08-03T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T09:48:11.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 127:1-2 and it's impact...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-16123" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt; Unless the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;LORD builds&lt;/span&gt; the house,&lt;br /&gt;      its builders &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;labor in vain&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;      Unless the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;LORD watches&lt;/span&gt; over the city,&lt;br /&gt;      the watchmen &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;stand guard in vain&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-16124" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;In vain you rise early&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;and stay up late&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;toiling&lt;/span&gt; for food to eat—&lt;br /&gt;      for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;he grants sleep to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;those he loves&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was the passage of scripture my study focused on today...It rocked my world.  For so long I have run myself ragged trying to "keep up" with everything.  Did I ever ask God if those things were part of His agenda?  Maybe sometimes, but not always.  God loves us, and he desires to grant us rest.  WE take it upon ourselves to try to conquer the world.  So maybe in the words of a &lt;a href="http://www.realityunwound.com/"&gt;good friend&lt;/a&gt;, the most spiritual thing I can do sometimes is take a nap!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-968867168602329173?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/968867168602329173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/psalm-1271-2-and-its-impact.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/968867168602329173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/968867168602329173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/psalm-1271-2-and-its-impact.html' title='Psalm 127:1-2 and it&apos;s impact...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-5097810466442067928</id><published>2010-07-20T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T17:22:12.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Eric and I celebrated our wedding anniversary...we had so much fun together!  First, we went to Fiesta Texas to ride some roller coasters.  It may not sound romantic, but it was AWESOME!  We are always taking turns watching kids or riding with kids so we never get to ride together.  We rode all of our favorites from the front row yesterday.  We had a blast!  After that, we drove over to La Cantera.  We did some window shopping, played around at the Apple store then headed over to the &lt;a href="http://www.konagrill.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kona Grill&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for dinner.  The food was fantastic.  If you like sushi, it is definitely worth trying out.  When we got home, we discovered that our power was out.  Not wanting to spend our anniversary in a 90 degree sauna (especially after being out in the heat all day) we headed to the &lt;a href="https://wwws.druryhotels.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Drury Inn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for the night.  They have all kinds of "kick backs" there.  Every night at 5:30, they offer guests free cold drinks and food.  Every evening from 7-9 p.m. they offer free popcorn and sodas.  Each morning they have a free breakfast buffet offering eggs, sausage, sausage gravy, biscuits, french toast, and fresh belgian waffles.  We were only able to cash in on the breakfast...but it was GOOD!  I'm so thankful that I am blessed with a marriage like ours.  After 13 years, we still have fun together and really enjoy each others company.  In an age where people give up on things so easily...I realize what a true blessing that is.  Here's to 13 more!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-5097810466442067928?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5097810466442067928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-anniversary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/5097810466442067928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/5097810466442067928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-4590607771681101499</id><published>2010-07-16T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T08:27:48.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Training...</title><content type='html'>O.K., I know I have done this before...but it has been a loooong time!  Anyone have any good potty training tips for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-4590607771681101499?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4590607771681101499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/07/potty-training.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/4590607771681101499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/4590607771681101499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/07/potty-training.html' title='Potty Training...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-1788911818755241406</id><published>2010-07-14T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T18:11:47.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good-bye my friend, I will miss you!</title><content type='html'>Today we had to put our black lab, Darci, to sleep.  We have had her for almost 13 years.  I feel sad inside, but I know that we did what was best for her.   Here are a few memories of my faithful friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the way she...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seemed to smile when she greeted you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would jump in the bathtub when I asked one of the kids if they wanted a bath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let Kyle pull himself up on her fur when he was learning to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would inch her way up on the couch until she was sitting on your lap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would nudge your hand to pet her or scratch her behind the ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would "shake", but with both paws instead of one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was so gentle with all of the kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was tolerant of all the puppies and kittens we have brought into our home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would catch a tennis ball in her mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would never run away even if the gate was left open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would sleep in the hallway guarding the kids until Eric got home at night, then go to her bed when he got home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wore a track in the backyard from running back and forth and back and forth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took treats from the kids hands so gently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never bit or growled when the kids pulled, jumped or tried to get on her back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved our family fiercely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in Peace Darci...I love 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/2544706015262995447-1788911818755241406?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1788911818755241406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/07/good-bye-my-friend-i-will-miss-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/1788911818755241406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/1788911818755241406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/07/good-bye-my-friend-i-will-miss-you.html' title='Good-bye my friend, I will miss you!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-1702901973662305869</id><published>2010-07-10T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T07:11:40.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Defining Respect</title><content type='html'>I often say the phrases "That is not respectful" or maybe "please show respect to ________" .  Yesterday I pondered the thought that perhaps my children don't understand what it truly means to respect someone or what respect actually is.  At the breakfast table yesterday I asked them the meaning of "respect".  After going through some different examples, we came up with this definition:  Showing someone they are important or valued.  After coming up with a definition, each person discussed some different things that could be done to show respect for them.  I was impressed with what Kyle and Emily came up with!  Here are some of the things they requested:  to be treated fairly, no embarrassment, when you are listening to someone everything else stops (no texting, computer, reading etc.).  After they shared what was important to them, Eric and I discussed how they should be showing respect to adults.  We talked about tone, body language, looking at the speaker, and doing what is requested the first time.   It really hit home to understand that when you aren't respecting someone you are saying they aren't important or they don't have value.  I am certain that we will have to remind our children to show respect from time to time...however, I am thankful we discussed it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-1702901973662305869?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1702901973662305869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/07/defining-respect.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/1702901973662305869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/1702901973662305869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/07/defining-respect.html' title='Defining Respect'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-3002549441450026832</id><published>2010-07-09T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T19:58:37.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/TDfhS_h4LKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/kfS45xyWfbI/s1600/IMG_1877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/TDfhS_h4LKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/kfS45xyWfbI/s320/IMG_1877.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492105987009031330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily has a friend spending the night tonight.  Here they are in the "clubhouse" they designed.  It looks very cozy in there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-3002549441450026832?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3002549441450026832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/07/emily-has-friend-spending-night-tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/3002549441450026832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/3002549441450026832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/07/emily-has-friend-spending-night-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/TDfhS_h4LKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/kfS45xyWfbI/s72-c/IMG_1877.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-4853278988831249875</id><published>2010-07-04T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T16:22:41.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeding the Flowerbed</title><content type='html'>Today I decided to pull up the weeds in our flowerbed out front.  You may be picturing a lovely garden with weeds growing here and there.  STOP!!!  Let me paint a picture for you...this flowerbed has been neglected for a really long time.  Neglect is a good word because I haven't paid attention to it for months.  Before winter there were beautiful flowers and plants in there.  However, every plant in it froze this winter.  They all died. Ironically enough, the freezing temperatures did not affect the weeds.  When I faced it this afternoon it had been completely overtaken by clover, bermuda grass, vines and other various weeds.  There were places where the growth came up to my knees.  Then there is the crepe myrtle tree that stands in the center.  It hadn't been pruned in a long time so there were branches from the ground up that were 3 feet long or more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to the conclusion that if I want this garden to be beautiful and thriving I need to pay attention to it every day.  I need to pull up the weeds as they come up instead of letting them take over.  I need to water the flowers each night.  I need to prune branches on a regular basis.  As I was working I began to realize that there is a similar thing going on in my heart right now.  Don't get me wrong, I love Jesus.  However, I have been really lazy about my relationship with him lately.  Slowly, like the weeds, things have begun to creep in because I am not working on my relationship with God like I should be.  Anger, jealousy, envy, and pride have begun to grow and have made a huge mess.  This week, I began a bible study that is putting me where I need to be...on my face before God.  As I study His word, I am noticing that slowly my mind is changing.  If I want my relationship with God to thrive I need to pay attention to it every day.   A close relationship will not be maintained if it is neglected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flowerbed is now free of weeds.  I can't wait to see how it will look with beautiful plants and flowers in it again.  It was hard work, and I didn't like doing it.  I am sure that as God digs up some of the nasty things that have taken root in my heart it won't be fun.  However, I want to be fertile soil again.  And THAT can't happen without first pulling up those weeds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-4853278988831249875?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4853278988831249875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/07/weeding-flowerbed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/4853278988831249875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/4853278988831249875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/07/weeding-flowerbed.html' title='Weeding the Flowerbed'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-5988556521474151454</id><published>2010-07-02T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T18:49:37.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Intentional...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/TC6RqRxk6yI/AAAAAAAAAFE/4HE0CB4KVhs/s1600/IMG_1872%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/TC6RqRxk6yI/AAAAAAAAAFE/4HE0CB4KVhs/s320/IMG_1872%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489485151323089698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/TC6RcZ7q_7I/AAAAAAAAAE8/_cX2VuCH5dM/s1600/IMG_1875%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/TC6RcZ7q_7I/AAAAAAAAAE8/_cX2VuCH5dM/s320/IMG_1875%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489484912994746290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am NOT a disciplined person.    I love fattening food, diet coke, fiction novels and...*gasp* Facebook.  I don't want to exercise, drink water and deny myself "computer time".   Monday morning, I decided to get intentional.  I denied myself Facebook and instead began a Beth Moore study that I had bought a month ago and never started.   Beth talks about starting a practice of "getting on your face" before God each day.  In that time, you declare His righteousness and majesty.  It is a literal humbling of yourself before the Creator.   This practice has been amazing. Today's focus was on the verses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I lift my eyes up to the hills, where does my help come from?  My help comes from the Lord, maker of heaven and earth!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I haven't been on facebook much in the last 5 days.  I'm trying to eat healthier, drink water and exercise.  I will always struggle.  However, my help comes from the Lord.  When I am tempted he is always there to help me.  I just need to remember to ask!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-5988556521474151454?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5988556521474151454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/07/getting-intentional.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/5988556521474151454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/5988556521474151454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/07/getting-intentional.html' title='Getting Intentional...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/TC6RqRxk6yI/AAAAAAAAAFE/4HE0CB4KVhs/s72-c/IMG_1872%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-803344291318568391</id><published>2010-06-29T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T07:24:10.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Hobby???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/TCn-m3fbDwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KQjTOUYDZzc/s1600/DSC00027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/TCn-m3fbDwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KQjTOUYDZzc/s320/DSC00027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488197564611890946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I made my first batch of homemade plum jam.  Our neighbors across the street had given us a huge bag of plums from their plum tree.  I knew we could never eat them all before they went bad.  Not wanting to be wasteful, I gave some to my mother-in-law.   That hardly made a dent in the bag.  She said "you could make jam with them".  Hmmm, maybe I could!  So, I went to the internet and looked up different recipes and techniques for making jam.   Then, the kids and I took a trip to Wal-Mart to buy supplies.&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that when I was pitting and chopping plums I thought I had made a huge mistake taking "jam making 101".  However, I pressed on.  Emily helped me as I sterilized jars, stirred in pectin and sugar, and ladled the mixture into jars.  We sealed them and put them in a pot of boiling water to process them.  Eric acted as "quality control" and sampled the hot, syrupy mixture on buttered english muffins.  This morning I went into the kitchen to find that all 8 jars had sealed and the mixture had thickend.  Jam success!  Emily declared that we should buy different fruits and do it again.  I think she might be right!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-803344291318568391?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/803344291318568391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-hobby.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/803344291318568391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/803344291318568391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-hobby.html' title='A New Hobby???'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/TCn-m3fbDwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KQjTOUYDZzc/s72-c/DSC00027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-7189396724824920470</id><published>2010-06-27T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T02:18:41.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too tired to sleep...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/TCcXRo7LvfI/AAAAAAAAAEs/JUjzK2XtN0o/s1600/lrg-52-stone-oak-methodist-010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/TCcXRo7LvfI/AAAAAAAAAEs/JUjzK2XtN0o/s320/lrg-52-stone-oak-methodist-010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487380262785105394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 4:00 in the morning.  I should be asleep, but I can't.  Eric had his first experience with a kidney stone tonight.  At about 12:30, I woke up to Eric tossing, turning and crying out in pain.   I called his parents and they jumped into action.  His mom stayed with the kids at the house and his Dad came with me to the hospital.  The waiting room was crowded with people and his pain was getting intense.  After about 30 minutes of waiting, a nurse grabbed him and brought him back (ahead of about 14 other people who were there first).   God's hand was all over Eric tonight.  He got what he needed quickly.  Right before we left they gave him a shot of Morphine...trust me, Eric was feeling no pain after that.  We got home from the ER about 30 minutes ago and I am still wound up from the events of the evening (morning?).   The house is so quiet right now...it's peaceful.  I could try to sleep, but I think I will have a cup of decaf and enjoy the peace that God has given me.   This is a day that the Lord has made, I will rejoice and be glad in it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-7189396724824920470?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7189396724824920470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/06/too-tired-to-sleep.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/7189396724824920470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/7189396724824920470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/06/too-tired-to-sleep.html' title='Too tired to sleep...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/TCcXRo7LvfI/AAAAAAAAAEs/JUjzK2XtN0o/s72-c/lrg-52-stone-oak-methodist-010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-3909747946704816145</id><published>2010-06-21T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T16:38:14.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A taste of the past...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/TB_zXyDDulI/AAAAAAAAAEk/HsQjmyf_LC4/s1600/35825_1514517462562_1223195651_31456567_7086590_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/TB_zXyDDulI/AAAAAAAAAEk/HsQjmyf_LC4/s320/35825_1514517462562_1223195651_31456567_7086590_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485370461057694290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/TB_zLlQxkSI/AAAAAAAAAEc/jCRTw2Y2ZTw/s1600/35825_1514516902548_1223195651_31456565_4991889_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/TB_zLlQxkSI/AAAAAAAAAEc/jCRTw2Y2ZTw/s320/35825_1514516902548_1223195651_31456565_4991889_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485370251467133218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tonight I surprised Eric with an old fashioned New England clam bake.  It was soooo good!  Best of all, it was SUPER easy!  I put the steamer basket in a large pot and poured a bottle of clam juice into the bottom of the pot.  In the basket I put two ears of corn, two lobster tails, 1/2 a pound of shrimp and a dozen clams.  I let it steam for about 15 minutes and it was done to delicious perfection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-3909747946704816145?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3909747946704816145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/06/taste-of-past.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/3909747946704816145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/3909747946704816145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/06/taste-of-past.html' title='A taste of the past...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/TB_zXyDDulI/AAAAAAAAAEk/HsQjmyf_LC4/s72-c/35825_1514517462562_1223195651_31456567_7086590_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-371441301193488737</id><published>2010-06-12T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T10:59:28.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This week, I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a class&lt;br /&gt;where I....&lt;br /&gt;saw some great strategies,&lt;br /&gt;had a free lunch!&lt;br /&gt;Got food poisoning...&lt;br /&gt;spent and entire day in bed&lt;br /&gt;grieved for friends who lost almost everything&lt;br /&gt;material&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;still saw God's grace in the middle of it&lt;br /&gt;went to small group&lt;br /&gt;enjoyed time with friends&lt;br /&gt;announced we are leading a group&lt;br /&gt;Went to another amazing class&lt;br /&gt;with another free lunch&lt;br /&gt;didn't want to eat&lt;br /&gt;did it anyway&lt;br /&gt;had a migraine&lt;br /&gt;a REALLY bad migraine&lt;br /&gt;thought I was going to die&lt;br /&gt;not kidding&lt;br /&gt;prayed for mercy&lt;br /&gt;received mercy&lt;br /&gt;went back on my diet&lt;br /&gt;presently...&lt;br /&gt;it is 1:00 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;I am still in my pajamas&lt;br /&gt;life is good&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/2544706015262995447-371441301193488737?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/371441301193488737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/371441301193488737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/371441301193488737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-week.html' title='This week...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-740570192138797032</id><published>2010-06-11T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T19:10:17.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Which one are you???</title><content type='html'>I was at a workshop the last three days that shared how to teach kids to "map out" their thinking.  The class was to prepare me to train others.  One session was about teaching the "adult learner"They said there are basically 4 types of adult learners:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Professors:  They want only the facts.  You can save the interactions and just give them the pertinent information.   They like to read the information for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Friends:  They want social interaction, and the ability to talk through their ideas and information.  They don't have to be 100% right, but they need to be interactive.  If you are the one having "side conversations" or go off in a different direction, you are most likely a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Scientist:  They want the facts but they want time to think it over, gather more information and sort through what's relevant to them.  They want to experiment with what you have told them and see if it works out the way you say it does.  They want specific directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Innovators:  These are the people that always need more time.  They want to take what you've given them and make it better.  They want to change the information in some way to personalize it for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought I am a little of each...but alas no, I am a scientist.  What kind of learner are YOU???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-740570192138797032?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/740570192138797032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/06/which-one-are-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/740570192138797032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/740570192138797032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/06/which-one-are-you.html' title='Which one are you???'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-1379459516994177005</id><published>2010-06-05T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T11:39:52.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kyle's graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/TAqY2nakdXI/AAAAAAAAADk/EnBtTPFvUng/s1600/The+Boys.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/TAqY2nakdXI/AAAAAAAAADk/EnBtTPFvUng/s320/The+Boys.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479359960710411634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/TAqGOXZcH0I/AAAAAAAAADc/OoCmvN5iK5Y/s1600/The+Men.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/TAqGOXZcH0I/AAAAAAAAADc/OoCmvN5iK5Y/s320/The+Men.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479339478006636354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, Kyle "graduated" from elementary school.   Eric took a picture of Kyle with two of his best friends after the ceremony.  As I was packing up my classroom yesterday I found a picture of the three of them the summer before they went into 1st grade.  They have grown up so much!  Could my son possibly be old enough to go to middle school???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-1379459516994177005?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1379459516994177005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/06/kyles-graduation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/1379459516994177005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/1379459516994177005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/06/kyles-graduation.html' title='Kyle&apos;s graduation'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/TAqY2nakdXI/AAAAAAAAADk/EnBtTPFvUng/s72-c/The+Boys.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-2507391354692236142</id><published>2010-06-04T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T17:54:44.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As of today, I am no longer a "Trailblazer"...</title><content type='html'>Today was my last day at Roan Forest Elementary.  If you have been friends with me over the last 8 years, you know the road there has not always been easy.  I will miss the people that have become like my family in that place.  I will miss praying through the halls as I walk through them.  I will miss the Christian fellowship I found there.  I will miss Ruth Wayne.  We have not always shared the same view of things.  She has not always said things that have made me pleased.  But aren't all relationships like that?  I can honestly say she has always been there for me.   Whenever I needed a professional change, or had a family crisis she listened and then did what she could to help.   Today, I have left Roan Forest behind and will become a "Cibolo Green Champion".  It is an exciting yet bittersweet day.   God changed me in that place.  He taught me about surrender, and that He is the true authority in my life.  He taught me that my value does not come from men.  I learned to pray without ceasing within those walls.  He showed me how to put down my own agenda and ask for His...literally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-2507391354692236142?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2507391354692236142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/06/as-of-today-i-am-no-longer-trailblazer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/2507391354692236142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/2507391354692236142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/06/as-of-today-i-am-no-longer-trailblazer.html' title='As of today, I am no longer a &quot;Trailblazer&quot;...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-8495582609833945835</id><published>2010-06-01T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T18:38:49.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a lion in my house!</title><content type='html'>I have come to realize that I have a "lion" living with me.  Allow me to explain :). Ethan loves Madagascar 2.   Since he has watched it a bazillion times he now wants to "be" a lion.  At first it was a little harmless crawling on the floor with a low growl here and there.  Then, it progressed to the occasional biting (I wouldn't want to be the zebra) of his prey, which is Kyle or Emily depending on the mood.  The latest evolution of my sweet little lion is that he has begun drawing "fur" on himself with whatever pen or marker is available.  When I say covered with marker...I am not exaggerating.  When I wash it off he gets upset..."My lion, my lion!!!" He yells.  Is this creative play, or has my sweet little son crossed the line into obsession?  Of course, the bites are corrected, the markers are put out of reach...but he's into EVERYTHING, and gets it no matter where you put it.  Any thoughts or ideas?  I'm ready to call animal control lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-8495582609833945835?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8495582609833945835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/06/theres-lion-in-my-house.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/8495582609833945835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/8495582609833945835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/06/theres-lion-in-my-house.html' title='There&apos;s a lion in my house!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-6118129908023549278</id><published>2010-05-23T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T18:01:58.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facing Goliath...literally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sixflags.com/fiestaTexas/assets/images/medium/medium_SANA_Goliath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 130px;" src="http://www.sixflags.com/fiestaTexas/assets/images/medium/medium_SANA_Goliath.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday, our family spent the day at Fiesta Texas.  I have been trying to get Kyle to ride a roller coaster with me for about 3 years now.   We have had many talks about facing fear, tears, and yes...a certain amount of begging (on both sides) has taken place.  He of course, has begged me to stop asking him to try and I have begged him to just "give it a chance".  I don't know what was in the air yesterday, but Kyle faced his fear.  Ironically, the coaster he said "yes" to, was the Goliath.  He bravely waited in line, watching the coaster take group after group through it's twists, turns and loops.  When it was our turn, he got on without hesitation and buckled up.  I know he was scared, but he did it.  When it was over, I calmly asked the telltale question..."So, do you want to go again with your dad?".  The answer was an enthusiastic "yes!".   Kyle faced "Goliath" and walked away energized.  Fear was conquered in the heart of my son yesterday!  I am so proud of him for standing up to his fear and not letting it master him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-6118129908023549278?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6118129908023549278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/facing-goliathliterally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/6118129908023549278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/6118129908023549278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/facing-goliathliterally.html' title='Facing Goliath...literally!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-3636566588517476226</id><published>2010-05-20T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T17:10:27.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And it continues...but there is hope</title><content type='html'>No meeting today, but there is hope that integrity will prevail.  Thanks for your prayers everyone!  I have the most amazing friends/sisters in Christ.  Let me know how I can pray for YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-3636566588517476226?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3636566588517476226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/and-it-continuesbut-there-is-hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/3636566588517476226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/3636566588517476226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/and-it-continuesbut-there-is-hope.html' title='And it continues...but there is hope'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-4587119751849529102</id><published>2010-05-19T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T14:59:53.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience???  Where have you gone?</title><content type='html'>Today I wanted to tell someone to "shut up".   I need a vacation.  A day with just a book to keep me company.  Quiet.  Space.  Laughter.  I'm shoving food down my throat at the speed of light to ease my stress.  I wish that I didn't have days like this.  I know that patience is a fruit of the spirit, therefore I should have it.  I don't feel like it's there.  It is difficult to stand up for what you believe in when you feel like you are the only one standing...I want to sit down, kneel or lay flat on my face.  However, it is the wrong thing to do.  I pray that God would give me the strength and patience to keep standing.  In love, but still standing.  Tomorrow I must be in a meeting that I don't want to go to.  I have the choice to stand up for what is right or fold like origami.  If you are reading this, please pray for me to have the heart of Christ, but to be honest and have integrity.  What's easy is not right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-4587119751849529102?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4587119751849529102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/patience-where-have-you-gone.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/4587119751849529102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/4587119751849529102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/patience-where-have-you-gone.html' title='Patience???  Where have you gone?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-6848022731422514254</id><published>2010-05-02T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T12:45:10.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As one door closes, another one opens...</title><content type='html'>Today was my last day as a youth leader.    For months now, I knew this day would come.  It is sad, and yet exciting somehow.  Eric and I have both felt called to begin leading a small group again.  We have both felt called to have some kind of role with the Under the Bridge ministry...What will all of this bring?  I don't know!  But I can tell you this, I'm excited!  The last 8 years serving in youth has been amazing...so I KNOW without a shadow of a doubt that if God is calling me out, it's for something that will stretch me and grow me closer to Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-6848022731422514254?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6848022731422514254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/as-one-door-closes-another-one-opens.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/6848022731422514254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/6848022731422514254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/as-one-door-closes-another-one-opens.html' title='As one door closes, another one opens...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-209888337470300688</id><published>2010-04-30T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T17:05:11.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Word of God Speak...</title><content type='html'>I want to read my Bible more.  I want a quiet time.  I want to journal.  If I desire to do these things, why are they so hard?  What keeps me from doing them?  Shamefully, I start the blame game...if only I wasn't running after 3 kids, if I could only sleep for more than 4 hours at a time, if my job wasn't so demanding, it's the week of the TAKS test, on and on and on...There will always be an excuse.  A reason why I'm not resting in the arms of Father.  When I'm there...there is no place I would rather be!!!  So, why is it so hard to get there?  Why don't I fight harder?  I love to pray...why don't I pray to have energy to wake up earlier?  These are the questions that have been on my mind lately.  I had the time this past Tuesday and Wednesday to truly pray without ceasing.  My students were taking a test all day long and I could do nothing but walk around my classroom, and pray.  I prayed for my students, but not once did I ask the Lord to provide me with an opportunity for a quiet time.  No more excuses...it's time to fight for it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-209888337470300688?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/209888337470300688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/04/word-of-god-speak.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/209888337470300688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/209888337470300688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/04/word-of-god-speak.html' title='Word of God Speak...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-6728497114231762708</id><published>2010-04-19T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T18:30:52.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rock and Worship Roadshow!</title><content type='html'>Last night, the whole family drove down to the Freeman coliseum to see the Rock and Worship Roadshow.  We got to see David Crowder, Francesca Battisteli, The Sidewalk Prophets, Fee and MercyMe.  It was a great time!  Kyle enjoyed it so much and it was fun for me to see Ethan enjoying the music...Emily, well, that is another story.  She was highly resistant to the idea of a concert, in fact she protested the entire way there (and 30 minutes into the show).  She was going to wait in the car, it was too loud, there were too many people, it was lasting too long.  On and on the complaints continued.  That ended when daddy took her to get some cotton candy...then she was in the "zone".  I couldn't believe it, our entire family saw that concert for $45.00 including parking.  At the end of the night, they took a "love offering" from the audience.  My daughter, put in her entire allowance.  I need to remember that God can do things in her that I just can't.  She is an amazing, passionate young girl and God has his hand on her.  I think that's pretty cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-6728497114231762708?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6728497114231762708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/04/rock-and-worship-roadshow.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/6728497114231762708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/6728497114231762708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/04/rock-and-worship-roadshow.html' title='The Rock and Worship Roadshow!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-4051821967590424906</id><published>2010-04-09T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T19:02:27.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Heart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/S7_ZOnvZwWI/AAAAAAAAACw/LDHht6rUcOQ/s1600/IMG_0339%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/S7_ZOnvZwWI/AAAAAAAAACw/LDHht6rUcOQ/s320/IMG_0339%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458320118605529442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/S7_ZOXYGx4I/AAAAAAAAACo/-XDEmgqgXDk/s1600/IMG_0336%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/S7_ZOXYGx4I/AAAAAAAAACo/-XDEmgqgXDk/s320/IMG_0336%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458320114212849538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few weeks have been really amazing...I've been stretched and inspired.  I am blessed, soooo blessed!  Let's start with last Friday, "Good Friday".  Eric and I took Kyle and Emily downtown with the church to serve the homeless...my eyes were opened to a world that I've never really seen before.  Emily and Kyle served food at the tables with most of the adults.  Lisa, Eric and I walked down the street where we invited people laying on the sidewalk, drunk, drugged up, to come and enjoy a hot meal.  I did it with a smile on my face, but I was scared to death!  Then, I met Brian.  Brian to the world is a drunk.  But he is also a child of God.  Brian told me that I couldn't give him what he needed.  He didn't need our food.  He is right, I can't--but I know the one who can!  So, I told Brian about Jesus.   A group of us prayed for him and he cussed the whole time.  At the end of the night as we gathered to pray for the people on the street, Brian joined our circle and prayed with us.  I couldn't get him out of my head all weekend...I kept praying that he would see Jesus.  Then, of all books I began to read "Same Kind of Different as Me".  Whoa...God is developing in me a heart for the homeless.  What's crazy is, he's building a passion in Eric for them too.  Who knows what will happen from here, but I've been changed.  Easter Sunday reminded me of how much I've been blessed.  We serve an amazing God, capable of life changing redemption!!!  How sweet is that???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-4051821967590424906?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4051821967590424906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/4051821967590424906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/4051821967590424906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-heart.html' title='A New Heart...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/S7_ZOnvZwWI/AAAAAAAAACw/LDHht6rUcOQ/s72-c/IMG_0339%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-5163853588674755211</id><published>2010-03-30T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T17:23:09.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passover</title><content type='html'>Monday night, our family was invited to join some friends for a Passover celebration.  With this being the week of Easter, I couldn't help but think about the Last Supper.  "Jesus did this." Kept going through my mind as we said the prayers and ate the elements of the Seder meal.  There was a statement made during the meal "Why on this night do we recline and eat when other times we sit?"  In the story of the Last Supper it states that they were "reclining", I never knew that was significant...now I do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-5163853588674755211?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5163853588674755211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/03/passover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/5163853588674755211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/5163853588674755211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/03/passover.html' title='Passover'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-3303586675126883703</id><published>2010-03-28T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T15:15:23.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surrender...</title><content type='html'>Have you ever just dug your heels in about something and like a child refused to give in???  If you are reading this...please pray for me to have a heart to surrender.  I know that is the heart of God.  However, if I were to be brutally honest with you, it is not my heart at all.  I have always battled a strong will.   If I want my relationship with God to grow deeper, I need to give up in this area.  Please pray for me to even have a desire to...Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-3303586675126883703?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3303586675126883703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/03/surrender.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/3303586675126883703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/3303586675126883703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/03/surrender.html' title='Surrender...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-3076702533363230085</id><published>2010-03-25T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T19:45:14.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Know You   (By Casting Crowns)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I have been listening to this song today...these lyrics are so amazing!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know you is &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;never worry for my life&lt;/span&gt;, and&lt;br /&gt;To know you is to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;never to give in or compromise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know you is &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;to want to tell the world about you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know you is to&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; hear your voice when you are calling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know you is to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;catch my brother when he is falling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know you is to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;feel the pain of the broken hearted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause they can't live with out you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than my next breath&lt;br /&gt;More than life or death&lt;br /&gt;All reaching for, I live my life to know you more&lt;br /&gt;I leave it all behind, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;you are all that satisfies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know you is to want to know you more&lt;br /&gt;To know you is to want to know you more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know you is to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ache for more than ordinary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know you is to look beyond the temporary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;To know you is believing that you will be enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Cause there is no life without you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than my next breath&lt;br /&gt;More than life or death&lt;br /&gt;All reaching for, I live my life to know you more&lt;br /&gt;I leave it all behind, you are all that satisfies&lt;br /&gt;To know you is to want to know you more&lt;br /&gt;To know you is to want to know you more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this life could offer me, could not compare to you&lt;br /&gt;Compare to you&lt;br /&gt;And I count it all as lost, compared to knowing you&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than my next breath&lt;br /&gt;More than life or death&lt;br /&gt;All reaching for, I live my life to know you more&lt;br /&gt;I leave it all behind, you are all that satisfies&lt;br /&gt;To know you is to want to know you more&lt;br /&gt;To know you is to want to know you more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to you&lt;br /&gt;Compared to you&lt;br /&gt;And I count it all as lost, compared to knowing you&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you&lt;br /&gt;And I count it all as lost, compared to knowing you&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-3076702533363230085?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3076702533363230085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-know-you-by-casting-crowns.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/3076702533363230085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/3076702533363230085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-know-you-by-casting-crowns.html' title='To Know You   (By Casting Crowns)'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-7437495131149170538</id><published>2010-03-20T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T15:45:03.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Day EVER!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Thursday, March 18:  The best day ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily says Thursday was the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; day ever...here are some of the highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We...woke up really &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;early&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found a parking place in a crowded lot&lt;br /&gt;waited in a really long line--that moved pretty fast&lt;br /&gt;moved to a shorter line because we had a season pass&lt;br /&gt;entered the San Antonio &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Zoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw lots of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;cool animals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the animals were awake and moving around&lt;br /&gt;took awesome &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;picnic&lt;/span&gt; lunch...twice&lt;br /&gt;saw a hippo out of the water for the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw birds "kissing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;laughed&lt;/span&gt; with my children&lt;br /&gt;rode the "zoo train" for the first time&lt;br /&gt;lost a camera&lt;br /&gt;made Ethan &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;giggle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ran into a neighbor&lt;br /&gt;visited with good &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to their neighborhood pool&lt;br /&gt;had snacks and pizza&lt;br /&gt;the kids went &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;swimming&lt;/span&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;had a delicious cold beer (just me...not the kids :)&lt;br /&gt;made dinner a "fondue night"&lt;br /&gt;laughed and cooked together&lt;br /&gt;watched a movie and stayed up late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;snuggled&lt;/span&gt; in bed together&lt;br /&gt;This was Emily's best day ever...I must say, it was fun for me too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-7437495131149170538?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7437495131149170538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/03/best-day-ever.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/7437495131149170538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/7437495131149170538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/03/best-day-ever.html' title='The Best Day EVER!!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-6456314389848841138</id><published>2010-03-17T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T15:30:36.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to the zoo...NOT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/S6VMZzzzwxI/AAAAAAAAACg/h4FqvbKKaV4/s1600-h/IMG_1857%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/S6VMZzzzwxI/AAAAAAAAACg/h4FqvbKKaV4/s320/IMG_1857%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450846930289804050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/S6VMZYKa3EI/AAAAAAAAACY/pIWaYCyxlWw/s1600-h/IMG_1861%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/S6VMZYKa3EI/AAAAAAAAACY/pIWaYCyxlWw/s320/IMG_1861%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450846922868448322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/S6VMZLchIyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/SJ4-wrX5FmE/s1600-h/IMG_1847%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/S6VMZLchIyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/SJ4-wrX5FmE/s320/IMG_1847%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450846919454696226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/S6VMYmLOieI/AAAAAAAAACI/AkAoK-JWAVI/s1600-h/IMG_1837%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/S6VMYmLOieI/AAAAAAAAACI/AkAoK-JWAVI/s320/IMG_1837%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450846909450062306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning the kids and I had a great plan. We were going to get up early and go to the zoo, then have lunch and go to our dentist appointment.  Well, when we got to the zoo their was a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;SICK&lt;/span&gt; line of people waiting to get in.  The lot was full and they were charging $5.00 to park at the Alamo Convention Center.  We made a unanimous decision to come back another day.  Instead, we went to the Natural Bridge Wildlife Ranch.  We had a blast!  I got Ethan out of his car seat and put him in my lap and he went NUTS over the animals!  He kept yelling "I feed the animals corn, I feed corn!"  I don't know why he thought those pressed pellets of food were corn...but he did.  It's amazing to see the three different personalities that God is cultivating in my children.  I've enjoyed being a "full time" mommy this week and I'm &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; looking forward to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;summertime&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/2544706015262995447-6456314389848841138?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6456314389848841138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/03/off-to-zoonot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/6456314389848841138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/6456314389848841138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/03/off-to-zoonot.html' title='Off to the zoo...NOT!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/S6VMZzzzwxI/AAAAAAAAACg/h4FqvbKKaV4/s72-c/IMG_1857%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-5618579058115227972</id><published>2010-03-12T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T23:54:33.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm such a nerd...but I don't care</title><content type='html'>Thursday night Kyle and I went to see Kutless and Casting Crowns.  The lead singer of Kutless asked this question before they sang their last song..."If you lost everything, would Jesus still be enough?"  He quoted Corie Tinn Boom (sp?) "you don't know that Jesus is all you need until Jesus is all you have".  Ok, so this kind of question really revs me up because it's one I can't answer quickly...My gut is to jump up and shout YES!!!  But when you start to really chew on that...everything/nothing.  There have been times when I &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;felt&lt;/span&gt; like I'd lost everything, but not &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;.  When I was first saved I felt like I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; nothing...and Jesus gave me everything I needed.  But again, that was sorely &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;untrue&lt;/span&gt;.  Its a question I never want to have to prove...but I hope that if I ever have that test I will be a living testimony of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"yes"&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/2544706015262995447-5618579058115227972?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5618579058115227972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-such-nerdbut-i-dont-care.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/5618579058115227972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/5618579058115227972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-such-nerdbut-i-dont-care.html' title='I&apos;m such a nerd...but I don&apos;t care'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-7765793768200820745</id><published>2010-03-09T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T11:12:57.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rita</title><content type='html'>Anyone that has met my husband Eric knows that he HATES to be perceived as "soft".  Well, my husband has met his match, ironically in a little chihuahua named Rita.  At first I thought it was a joke...now I know for sure my husband has a definite soft spot for this dog!!!  I have witnessed him scooping up this dog in his arms and talking to it in a "lovey, dovey, baby talk voice" more than once.  In fact I have heard him say things like "Daddy loves you...sweet little Rita".  I am waiting quietly, but I am gonna get it on video and when I do I'm posting it on You Tube!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-7765793768200820745?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7765793768200820745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/03/rita.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/7765793768200820745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/7765793768200820745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/03/rita.html' title='Rita'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-1943221327798176409</id><published>2010-03-05T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T21:53:42.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The craziness of this week...</title><content type='html'>Thyroid, blood work and bomb threats...oh my!  This week I was bounced around pretty hard core.  In the middle of all the craziness, I stopped, listened to some awesome music and had worship on my treadmill.  I ran off my frenzy, listened to God speak to my heart and found freedom and peace.  No matter what, God holds us in His huge hands.  He loves us, and whispers for us to sit at His feet.  I discovered an awesome album too.  Casting Crowns "Until the Whole World Hears" is the most amazing album I have heard in a long time.  I'd venture to guess it's called that, because it is the most amazing truth about God's love and what He's done for us...it is a beautiful reminder for Christians and a testimony for those who don't know Him.  I go to see them in concert next week...CAN'T WAIT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-1943221327798176409?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1943221327798176409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/03/craziness-of-this-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/1943221327798176409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/1943221327798176409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/03/craziness-of-this-week.html' title='The craziness of this week...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-3979699330353456181</id><published>2010-03-01T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T05:44:38.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day Home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/S4vEr6wPIuI/AAAAAAAAABw/iscYmp58Nmk/s1600-h/Rita+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443660833392370402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/S4vEr6wPIuI/AAAAAAAAABw/iscYmp58Nmk/s320/Rita+068.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/S4vEre3iAgI/AAAAAAAAABo/Pkt88DUdJLg/s1600-h/Rita+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443660825906774530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/S4vEre3iAgI/AAAAAAAAABo/Pkt88DUdJLg/s320/Rita+067.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, I got into the word and got my much needed attitude adjustment...God showed me that not only do I need to spend more time with Him, but I needed to rest, and give my body time to heal. So, Ethan and I are spending the day together...taking our medicine, watching "Lion" and petting Rita. I might even read a book today... God is so good! Following Him puts everything in a new perspective...why do I have to get to the end of my rope sometimes to do it???&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/2544706015262995447-3979699330353456181?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3979699330353456181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-home.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/3979699330353456181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/3979699330353456181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-home.html' title='A Day Home...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/S4vEr6wPIuI/AAAAAAAAABw/iscYmp58Nmk/s72-c/Rita+068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-8151376770616875310</id><published>2010-02-28T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T15:14:05.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In need of an attitude adjustment...</title><content type='html'>When I was little, my mom would frequently say to me "Young lady, you need an attitude adjustment!".   As I sit here, thinking about everything that needs to be done, and how I have no strength to do it...those words haunt me.  I haven't been feeling well for about three weeks now.  Our house is a complete and disgusting mess.  I wish I had a housekeeper, or a cleaning lady... I went to get dressed this morning and blah...I am so sick of the same clothes, I haven't been shopping for new clothes in what seems like years.  There are stacks of papers to grade, a sick toddler, a 5th grader with a project due on Wednesday and laundry is creeping out from every corner of our home.  Where is all of this discontentment coming from???  I need an attitude adjustment for sure!  As a great friend stated in her blog recently..."Where is my joy?"  I am a blessed woman!  I have been saved by the blood of Christ!  I am married to an amazing man who adores me.  We have 3 precious children who are priceless gifts to us.  It might be disheveled right now...but we have a roof over our head, and food in our pantry.  I might be sick of them but at least I have clothes to wear.  Who knows...maybe I'll win that $7,500 wardrobe makeover that Chico's is giving away lol!  If I do, I'll share :).  (I can't even imagine spending that much money on clothes...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-8151376770616875310?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8151376770616875310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-need-of-attitude-adjustment.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/8151376770616875310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/8151376770616875310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-need-of-attitude-adjustment.html' title='In need of an attitude adjustment...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-6395311220198171390</id><published>2010-02-15T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T17:13:07.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning Breeds Enthusiasm...</title><content type='html'>Today I rediscovered something that I know in my heart to be true...learning breeds enthusiasm and excitement! During an inservice today, we reviewed guided reading strategies. This isn't new information...it's been around for awhile, but I hadn't seen it &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;presented&lt;/span&gt; in awhile.  I feel all &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;jazzed&lt;/span&gt; up and ready to "&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;get my reading on&lt;/span&gt;"!   Then I began asking myself some questions...If this is truth and learning breeds excitement...why do I so often forget it?  Who doesn't like to be excited, and pumped up about something?  If I put myself in the place of being a constant student would I continually be &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;fired up&lt;/span&gt; about what I am doing?  Then it hit me in the head like a ton of bricks.  I am a student, all the time, at the feet of the &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Master.  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;When I seek to learn from Him, I am excited and on fire for Him.  When I try to be the teacher...I fail.  Not because I can't teach...but because you can't teach without first being a student.  At the end of the day, I am excited about teaching reading...but I can't wait to cuddle up with God's word and submit to being His student!&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/2544706015262995447-6395311220198171390?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6395311220198171390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/02/learning-breeds-enthusiasm.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/6395311220198171390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/6395311220198171390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/02/learning-breeds-enthusiasm.html' title='Learning Breeds Enthusiasm...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-4078379024103079050</id><published>2010-02-13T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T09:59:23.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No Blog...</title><content type='html'>It's been so long since I've had a chance to sit down and write out my thoughts...There has been a whole lot going on though!  First of all, I have been reading through the "Love Dare" again...such an awesome book.  I am definitely seeing some awesome fruit in our marriage because of it too!  A good friend of mine is doing it with me and is enjoying it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric and I have been trying to get a bit healthier in 2010.  We have stopped eating rice, potatoes and pasta altogether and have limited our intake of bread.  Eric has lost 17 pounds in the last 4 weeks!  I am so proud of him!  In honor of all of this healthiness, he has purchased a treadmill (awesome buy off craigslist), an 8 pound medicine ball, weights and a weight lifting bench...Yes, the Davis family is going hard core healthy!  Sometimes I miss pasta, but not much anymore...we have been cooking new, healthier foods instead of trying to make the old favorites leaner.  Some of our new favorites include:  blackend shrimp lettuce wraps with mango pico de gallo and avocado slices; salmon with sauteed spinach, onions and mushrooms;  steamed shrimp in old bay;  snapper cooked in a foil packet with artichokes, olives, and red onions.  (that gets topped with parmasean cheese); asparagus soup.  Good stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I interviewed for a new school.  This coming fall I will teach 3rd grade at Cibolo Green Elementary!  I am very excited about this! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly,  at the end of January, Eric and I went out for a walk and my foot caught a piece of broken pavement.  I went flying and landed on my head.  Eric took me to the ER and they did a CT scan to see if there were any breaks in my neck or my facial bones.  In this process they found a lump and several nodules in my throat.  Yesterday I had a sonogram of the area done.  There were definitely things there...but they wouldn't tell me whether they were harmless things or not.   I have an appointment Feb. 23rd so that the films can be read by my doctor and he can figure out what we do next.  I am thankful for my fall because if it hadn't happend I never would've known there was anything going on with my throat.  God is awesome and faithful, he takes care of us every single day whether we acknowledge it or not...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-4078379024103079050?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4078379024103079050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/02/long-time-no-blog.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/4078379024103079050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/4078379024103079050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2010/02/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long Time No Blog...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-1941752357229160877</id><published>2009-12-29T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T10:33:55.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 here we come!!!</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking a lot about 2010, a new decade, a new year... However, before I move forward I always love to look back at what the last year has brought.  God is so good.  It is amazing to see his hand all over our lives...  Here are the blessings that were brought to our family in 2009:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  12 years of marriage--marriage is not always easy, but is always worth the effort!  This year has brought Eric and I closer than ever before...in beautiful ways.  He is my best friend, my love and my confidant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.   A deepening in my relationship with God--Since the birth of Ethan it has been hard for me to steal those quiet moments with Father...God has been teaching me to fight for them!!!  It's worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.   A renewed passion for my career--this year God has led me to a different grade level.  I am challenged and stretched...and I LOVE what I do!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Strengthening of our family--in times of trial come a deep understanding of what is most important.  This year, I have discovered that what I do NOW affects my family for a lifetime.  Therefore, I have been challenged to love like I never have before.  My family deserves it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  The gift of appreciation--So many people around us have lost jobs, homes, loved ones...we are blessed beyond measure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Steadfast love--God's love never fails...thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Rest--this is a gift that our Father has been trying to bless me with for a long time.  I have resisted for so long!  What a beautiful gift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Friendships (new and old) This year, I have reconnected with old friends and made some new ones.  Each relationship that I have been blessed with has been so special.  I am thankful for all of the good friends in my life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Laughter--if you know me, you know that I love deep, meaningful conversations about faith and relationships... Nothing wrong with that, but this year, I've been given the gift of laughter...I know, I live with Eric, so I should be laughing all the time.  I'm learning to get silly with my kids...to dance and play and have fun.  Loving it, and learning how to let loose more and more every day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  I don't need to please everyone--this may not sound like a gift to you.  However, as a people pleaser...it really is!  I am thankful for the ability to "let go" and allow God to work in ways that I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are only a few highlights of my year...I know there are more!  I look forward to what God has planned for 2010.  A new beginning, a new decade, a new season...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-1941752357229160877?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1941752357229160877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/2010-here-we-come.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/1941752357229160877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/1941752357229160877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/2010-here-we-come.html' title='2010 here we come!!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-4517665354304106731</id><published>2009-12-12T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T07:32:07.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling More and More in Love Every Day...</title><content type='html'>Twelve years ago, when Eric and I got married, I thought I knew what love was.  Sitting here right now, I can honestly say I had no clue.  God has given me my very best friend to love and cherish for a life time.  This has been a tough week for us, and yet, at the end of it I find myself amazed at what a loving and compassionate man I am blessed with!  God is so good!  In the middle of all the craziness there is complete and total joy...I still wonder if I know the complete fulness of my love for him.  It's amazing right now...I expect in 12 years it will be even more so &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-4517665354304106731?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4517665354304106731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/falling-more-and-more-in-love-every-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/4517665354304106731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/4517665354304106731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/falling-more-and-more-in-love-every-day.html' title='Falling More and More in Love Every Day...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-7656233745744703689</id><published>2009-12-03T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T21:08:09.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep...Where for art thou?</title><content type='html'>"Come to me, all who are weak and weary, and I will give you rest".  Rest...so simple, yet we take it for granted.  When we are young we protest naps and fight against sleep.  As we get older, we stay up late, knowing that we can sleep until noon.  Moms on the other hand, don't rest much.  When we first have children, their sleep schedule becomes our own...that is if we don't try to do everything we missed (cleaning, laundry, cooking etc.)while they sleep.  If our children are sick, or need comfort in the night, rest is denied.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last two nights, our youngest child has had an ear infection.  Whenever he reclines in a sleeping position, he is in pain and can't sleep.  The two of us haven't slept more than an hour or two since Tuesday.  As I write this...I consider the promise of Jesus "come to me, and I will give you rest".  I hear the words, I want them, and yet I can't seem to reach that place.  It is no secret to my Father in heaven that I am awake right now...He knows my frustration, and my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I pray for anyone that is having trouble finding the rest we are called to.  "Lord God, I lift up anyone who is having trouble finding your rest tonight.  Whether it is a sickness, fear, or insomnia, I pray that you would be with them.  Your word states that we can come to YOU alone for rest.  I ask that for anyone who is in need.  You are faithful, Father.  I thank you for who you are.  In Jesus' name, Amen."  Goodnight, sleep tight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-7656233745744703689?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7656233745744703689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/sleepwhere-for-art-thou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/7656233745744703689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/7656233745744703689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/sleepwhere-for-art-thou.html' title='Sleep...Where for art thou?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-7730763831213048137</id><published>2009-12-01T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T17:41:58.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's That Smell?</title><content type='html'>I read this verse this morning and it really spoke to me:  "For we are to God the aroma of Christ among those who are being saved and those who are perishing.  To the one we are the smell of death; to the other, the fragrance of life."  2 Cor. 2:16-17. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday a friend from work came up to me in the teacher's lounge and apologised for her Facebook page.  She had written some statuses that she felt might offend me.  I wonder...what do I smell like to her?  When I'm around her does she smell life, or death?  Lately people have been making comments to me that suggest I give off a "goody two-shoes" persona.  I wonder, have I removed myself so much from my past that people don't think I could relate with struggles... The verse "he who has been forgiven much, loves much" is a summation of my faith.  I love my savior with everything I am.  Because I am devoted to the one who gave me a second chance at life.  Someone in my path smelled like life to me...it was addicting, and I wanted it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-7730763831213048137?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7730763831213048137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/whats-that-smell.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/7730763831213048137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/7730763831213048137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/whats-that-smell.html' title='What&apos;s That Smell?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-1655768302984210477</id><published>2009-11-26T09:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T09:29:47.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's a mess, and I love it!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/Sw62zCTEgXI/AAAAAAAAABY/X-qnv_Na2ro/s1600/creative+cookie+artists.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 135px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408461190424985970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/Sw62zCTEgXI/AAAAAAAAABY/X-qnv_Na2ro/s320/creative+cookie+artists.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, our neighbors came over to decorate cookies with Emily. They had a blast diligently working with icing and sprinkles. Creative masters. When the last cookie had been decorated, I surveyed the kitchen... There was a pile of flour on the floor where Ethan had been digging his hands into the canister. Sprinkles covered the table and rolled on the floor (not only in the kitchen...but the living room too).  All week I had been trying to get our house clean, but one thing or another had led to it's destruction.  Then it occurred to me...if my house were sterile and perfect...what evidence would there be of the daily life that happens in our home?  I'm not in a stage of life where my house looks neat and perfect, and I'm thankful for it!  I have a cute little two year old who grabs the folded clothes and runs away laughing with glee.  A daughter whose room looks like her closet exploded all over her floor, but whose hugs are so sweet there is nothing more special.  And a son who loves books with a passion and leaves them everywhere!  I love that we have that passion in common and smile as he pours over the pages of Harry Potter for the umpteenth time...  There is LIFE in our home, and I thank God for it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/Sw62y9nKj-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/FR-qXEKaRu4/s1600/11061_1298521982810_1223195651_30892473_1162551_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 186px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408461189167091682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/Sw62y9nKj-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/FR-qXEKaRu4/s320/11061_1298521982810_1223195651_30892473_1162551_s.jpg" /&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/2544706015262995447-1655768302984210477?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1655768302984210477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/lifes-mess-and-i-love-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/1655768302984210477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/1655768302984210477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/lifes-mess-and-i-love-it.html' title='Life&apos;s a mess, and I love it!!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/Sw62zCTEgXI/AAAAAAAAABY/X-qnv_Na2ro/s72-c/creative+cookie+artists.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-3506151380592679534</id><published>2009-11-19T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T04:31:40.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God is with us ALWAYS</title><content type='html'>This morning, as I was in prayer...I was given this verse:  Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God.   In those times when there is absolutely no reason to have peace and comfort, our Father provides it!  Then, He places people in our path for us to pass it on!!!  Isn't that cool?  Today I am praying for an amazing gal to have comfort...it has been passed on to me from someone I love...today I pray it will be passed to YOU!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-3506151380592679534?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3506151380592679534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/god-is-with-us-always.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/3506151380592679534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/3506151380592679534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/god-is-with-us-always.html' title='God is with us ALWAYS'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544706015262995447.post-1216056102331930473</id><published>2009-11-18T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T16:41:03.911-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='following Christ'/><title type='text'>Not sure where you are going...but I'll follow</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder how things will ever be accomplished...there are expectations that are in place that I can't possibly fulfill.  I started to get overwhelmed today.  There was a small voice in the back of my mind that said "you can't do this anymore".  I even began to survey my options for employment.  Then, I quietly asked God to take over.  He led me to a great teacher and friend who wisely reminded me that when we are weak, our God is STRONG!  I don't have to rely on myself to make all of this work.  I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength!  So, when I look at everything that needs to be accomplished, I will ask "Father, what do you want to do today?"  His "to do" list is the best one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544706015262995447-1216056102331930473?l=wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1216056102331930473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-sure-where-you-are-goingbut-ill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/1216056102331930473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544706015262995447/posts/default/1216056102331930473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifemomteacherlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-sure-where-you-are-goingbut-ill.html' title='Not sure where you are going...but I&apos;ll follow'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286037293846794980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKk_td6nX4/SwSQcSn3biI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHED72Nldd0/S220/s1324105435_206707_468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
