<?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-2125119401169090920</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:04:53.583-07:00</updated><category term='Jane Austen'/><category term='What is Our Independance?'/><category term='Costuming'/><category term='Spring praises'/><category term='research'/><category term='Code of Honor'/><category term='news'/><category term='example'/><category term='sisterhood'/><category term='cookbook'/><category term='Waiting'/><category term='break'/><category term='Art'/><category term='Modesty- A way of life'/><category term='Editor'/><category term='Amazing Grace Movie'/><category term='A Walk through Jesus Life'/><category term='rest'/><category term='Enchanted'/><category term='coauthor'/><category term='homelife'/><category term='What is Church?'/><category term='Wise Councel'/><category term='many changes'/><category term='Running the Race'/><category term='When'/><category term='My Utmost for His Highest'/><category term='Recipes'/><category term='The Heart of a Parent Part 1'/><category term='Modesty'/><category term='Prayer Changes Things'/><category term='Homebirth'/><category term='Book of Verse'/><title type='text'>Perennial Pioneer</title><subtitle type='html'>Reclaiming Femininity</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-4640195301739498037</id><published>2009-09-03T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T14:00:30.510-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='many changes'/><title type='text'>Many More Changes!</title><content type='html'>Since last I wrote, I have bought a converted Schwinn Cruiser, wrecked it, rebuilt it, and is now in the process of selling it. I am looking for a good car, and am willing to trade it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also am still working at the Dairy, and I am getting stronger, and more confident!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend most of my time on FaceBook, where I communicate with friends, and family! I will be getting on here, from time to time, while I have a computer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has changed quite a bit! I now am a free thinking, heretical christian girl. I have a belief that we are now seated in the heavenly places in Christ, that works do not save you, and that Revelation applies to the Distruction of Jerusalem! There, now you know why I am a heretic! Hallelujah! I don't care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will write more later!&lt;br /&gt;In Christ,&lt;br /&gt;Perennial Pioneer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2125119401169090920-4640195301739498037?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/4640195301739498037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=4640195301739498037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/4640195301739498037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/4640195301739498037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2009/09/many-more-changes.html' title='Many More Changes!'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-8529102881706531869</id><published>2009-03-24T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T22:05:48.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Many Changes!</title><content type='html'>Hello all! Just wanted to keep you all up to date, as to what I have been doing, since my last post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 weeks ago, I got a job working for a dairy farmer and his family. I am currently living at home with my family, not yet moved out, as I have no car, and the dairy is right down the road, within walking distance. It is hard work, and I am grateful to have the work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to stay home with my parents at present, until I can get a car or a vehicle so that I can ride to town and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I covet your prayers, as I get tired easily, and my back hurts. I am losing weight, and losing inches off of my hips and waist, as well as building muscles. I like it, especially when I walk to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep you up to date, soon as possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christ,&lt;br /&gt;  Perennial Pioneer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2125119401169090920-8529102881706531869?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/8529102881706531869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=8529102881706531869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/8529102881706531869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/8529102881706531869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2009/03/many-changes.html' title='Many Changes!'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-3080350635852914986</id><published>2009-01-14T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T10:24:47.080-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homelife'/><title type='text'>Letting Jesus Shine in 2009!</title><content type='html'>Greetings to you all, this fine 2009! Many things have taken place since writing here last! First off, we sold the Munchbar business to a good christian family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, in July, I went to stay with my aunt and uncle for three months. I spent time with my married sister and family, and helped with Vacation Bible School, helping with a yard sale, and then went to Silverwood Amusement Park! My brother in law had me try shooting a gun for the first time, and my aunt took me out driving many times, and helped me with my new wardrobe. I helped out with helping my brother in law get more of his house done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In October, after returning home, I resumed my job of taking care of my grandparents, who are in need of assistance! They are doing well, as well as can be expected for being older, and needing care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time went by, and my family got into an investing program, and then we got ready for Thanksgiving. My family has been very good this past while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In December, I entered into a courtship, with a young man from Wisconsin, but it didn't last long. I didn't feel a connection, which is supposed to happen, when you meet your potential mate. My sister Sarah and her husband, came over for Christmas, and brought my nephew with them. We spent a week of visiting, while Clay built a handicapped ramp, off the front of our porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2009, this year promises to be a good one! First off, my sister Becca's husband is going to be leaving for Montana, to fight fires. She will have no one to stay with her, so she asked me to stay with her for the Summer. Then, after that, a friend of mine would like me to come and stay with her, until she gets married! I hope that it will work out for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I intend to be a light for Jesus, in whatever I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;   The Perennial Pioneer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2125119401169090920-3080350635852914986?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/3080350635852914986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=3080350635852914986' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/3080350635852914986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/3080350635852914986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2009/01/letting-jesus-shine-in-2009.html' title='Letting Jesus Shine in 2009!'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-1239625642568640857</id><published>2008-01-23T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T10:18:05.663-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cookbook'/><title type='text'>The Birth of a cookbook!</title><content type='html'>It's Here! The Cookbook of the Maydens! "The Always Incomplete Recipe Book"Yes, we are putting together our family favorite recipes, and compiling them in one cookbook for you. It will be made available, in hard copy. I haven't figured out yet, how to put things online electronically, but as soon as it is available online, I will let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cookbook will be available after the 1st of March, so if you have any recipes to contribute to it, before that date, I will put them in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the recipe book will cost $11.00, including shipping. Yeah, I know, the shipping costs alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later,&lt;br /&gt;   Perennial Pioneer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2125119401169090920-1239625642568640857?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/1239625642568640857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=1239625642568640857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/1239625642568640857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/1239625642568640857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2008/01/birth-of-cookbook.html' title='The Birth of a cookbook!'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-6979289545887763360</id><published>2007-12-02T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T22:33:15.189-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jane Austen'/><title type='text'>Jane Austen- Then and Today</title><content type='html'>Laura Hines                                                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;Glynda Schaad&lt;br /&gt;English 101&lt;br /&gt;27 November, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                      Jane Austen - Then and Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Jane Austen Then&lt;br /&gt;            Miss Jane Austen was born December 16, 1775 in England to a clergyman, Rev. George Austen, and his wife, Cassandra Leigh. A revolutionary authoress, Jane Austen, wrote a series of comic/novels that sparked a change in her own world and impacting us even today, a hundred years later. The seventh of eight children, she was impetuous and full of life.  When she was 12 she started writing short juvenilia.  At 21, she commenced writing that endearing story, Sense and Sensibility, of three sisters: Elinor, Marianne and Margaret Dashwood. (Austen Leigh,pp. 10) (Pemberly, Her Childhood)&lt;br /&gt;           The stories continued to flow from her very being.  Her novels became composites of her own life and dreams.  For instance, her alleged romance with a Tom LeFroy inspired her various heroes and cads:  the proud Mr. Darcy, the wily George Wickham, the charming cad Willoughby and the reserved Col Brandon. Her brief affair with Tom LeFroy was a speculated one, for no one knows to the extent she took the romance. Tom LeFroy wanted to marry her, but his family didn't approve, because she&lt;br /&gt;was a poor young lady. So, he soon stepped out of her life, and went on to be Lord Chief Justice of Ireland.(Smith,paragraph 9)&lt;br /&gt;            Austen's mother (while she herself married for love) inspired the character of Mrs. Bennett in Pride and Prejudice as she strongly desired that Jane and her sister, Cassandra, marry wealthy men. (Pemberley)&lt;br /&gt;            A true romantic, the core of Jane's stories always carried the theme of her characters having trouble and tribulation, and having an unpredictable ending! (Pemberley)&lt;br /&gt;            She wrote stories that pictured the central female character who was independent-minded and witty, yet who still needed her man.  Her writings reflected her own ideal woman. (Pemberly)&lt;br /&gt;The culture of the time she lived in, is expressed in the following paragraph:&lt;br /&gt;Edith Lank says, “Remember that it was a fairly small and constricted world Jane Austen lived in: England's population was less, and further limited by the fact that she's writing about only one class, the lower gentry. Transportation was also limited, and the people she writes about go to the same places for the most part,&lt;br /&gt;and the men attend the same university. It's likely that people ran into acquaintances of acquaintances all the time. (Lank)       &lt;br /&gt;            She is known to be one of the many publicly well  known woman who didn't use a male pseudonym.(Kaplan) Before h er time, female authors wrote with male pen names to avoid notoriety and persecution. &lt;br /&gt;For example, the Bronte Sisters went by Currer, Ellis and Acton Bell.  The&lt;br /&gt;pseudonyms of the Bronte sisters were not known until after the deaths of her&lt;br /&gt;two older sisters, when Charlotte made it known it was her sisters who wrote  the books.  Louisa May Alcott wrote some of her thrillers under a male pen name.  (Andrew J.)  &lt;br /&gt;            There is Mary Ann Evans who wrote her vastly popular books under a masculine penname of George Eliot.  (Amrevus)&lt;br /&gt;      “Emily Bronte (1818-1848) used a male pseudonym Ellis Bell for her first publication- a work of poetry authored jointly with her sisters Charlotte and Anne. Her sisters used the pseudonyms "Currer Bell" and "Acton Bell" for that occasion. Her novel Wuthering Heights appeared in 1847 and her sisters' first novels, Charlotte's Jane Eyre and Anne's Agnes Grey, were published in the same year. Emily Bronte died, at the age of 30, in 1848.” (Brock)        &lt;br /&gt;          Secondarily, she is noted for her lively, witty romantic themes that were on the brink of the Romantic Era  on the waining heals of the Enlightenment. (Julie, Enlightenment)  Her stories departed from the Gothic romantic style of writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     M.H. Abrams says, "The Gothic novel, or "Gothic romance" . . . flourished through the early nineteenth century.  Authors of such novels set their stories in the medieval period, often in a gloomy castle replete with dungeons, subterranean passages, and sliding panels, and made plentiful use of ghosts, mysterious disappearances, and other sensational and supernatural occurrences; their principal aim was to evoke chilling terror by exploiting mystery, cruelty, and a variety of horrors. The term"gothic" has also been extended to denote a&lt;br /&gt;type of fiction which lacks the medieval setting but develops a brooding atmosphere of gloom or terror, represents events which are uncanny, or macabre, or melodramatically violent, and often deals with aberrant psychological states. (adapted from A Glossary of Literary Terms)(Abrams)&lt;br /&gt;              Authors like Charlotte Bronte, the author of Jane Eyre, were Gothic writers. Dark and foreboding, they spoke of the ghosts, romance, and many sinister things.&lt;br /&gt;             Miss Austen was considered a radical for writing things that were not publicly expressed or were considered a disgrace to talk about openly. Such things affairs, intrigues, seductions, and other scandalous topics that were not proper for a lady to discuss.&lt;br /&gt;            “Austen’s talents, uniquely suited to her subject, her realm and sense of comedic in human nature reveals her techneques. Judged as superb in delineation of character, control the point of view, and ironic tone. Although she chose as her subject the people she knew best, she illuminated in their characters the follies and failings of men and women of all times and classes.”(Bomarito)                                                                                                                 &lt;br /&gt;            Her stories, written with satire, light humor, and wit, spoke of a woman being content with who she was yet was fully aware she desired a man to provide her with comfort and companionship.&lt;br /&gt;           Jane Austen saw four out of her six books published before she died July 18th, 1817 at 41 years of age.  Some speculate that she died of a broken heart. Others suggest that it was Addison’s Disease or breast cancer. Her nephew, James Edward Austen Leigh, attended the funeral in the place of his father who was ill. He later wrote of his Aunt Jane's life, from the recollections from his Aunt Cassandra. (Pemberly) &lt;br /&gt;               Because Jane Austen departed from the accepted norm for women and all writers in her day, others have had courage to follow in her footsteps.  She set the cornerstone for many female writers to write using their own name and their own style.  Oddly enough, some men who write nowadays use a female alias.  Though women still write with using a pen name, it is more likely because they like the sound of the name better than their own. (Amrevis)&lt;br /&gt;            We have Jane Austen to thank for bringing us out of the dark, sinister Gothic&lt;br /&gt;(De Vore) writing style to a more witty, fun even sassy style that is still relished by readers to this day. Her easy writing style seems to pull you into the pages of the story to live in Jane's world.&lt;br /&gt;            And last but not least, Jane became a forerunner for all women authors.  Her example gave women courage to take their place in a traditionally man's world with both humility and success.(Amrevis)&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                              &lt;br /&gt; People today, women mostly, adore Austen's works. Not only do they speak to the romantic heart of their lives, they also desire to have a Mr. Darcy, a Mr. Knightley, Mr. Bertram, etc. These strong men, were always the subject of the conversations that were held with all Austen fans. We search for men like that nowadays!  Her influence in our lives has caused us to set a higher standard within ourselves, and in the people with whom we come in contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                              &lt;br /&gt;Work Cited&lt;br /&gt;Abrams, M.H. "Gothic, Novel and Romance: Brief Definitions&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;a href="http://www.wsu.edu/~campbelld/amlit/novel.htm" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.wsu.edu/~campbelld/amlit/novel.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew J.  "Tomorrow" "  128.227.171.66) on January 24, 2005&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;a href="http://www.clas.ufl.edu/boards/spring2005/s05-0481/messages/38.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.clas.ufl.edu/boards/spring2005/s05-0481/messages/38.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amrevus  "The Rise of Female Authors"  September 21, 2007&lt;br /&gt;         http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/387924/the_rise_of_female_authors.html &lt;br /&gt;Austen Leigh, J. E. Memoir of Jane Austen, and other Recollections&lt;br /&gt;Oxford New York, Oxford University Press, 2002&lt;br /&gt;Bomarito, Jessica         &lt;br /&gt; "Austen, Jane (1775 - 1817): Introduction." Gothic Literature. Ed. Jessica Bomarito. Gale Group, Inc., 2006. eNotes.com. 2006. 25 Nov, 2007 &lt;a href="http://www.enotes.com/gothic-literature/%0bausten-jane"&gt;http://www.enotes.com/gothic-literature/austen-jane&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Vore, David  “The Gothic Novel”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://cai.ucdavis.edu/waters-sites/gothicnovel/155breport.html"&gt;http://cai.ucdavis.edu/waters-sites/gothicnovel/155breport.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie and Marie   “Enlightenment and the Romantic Period”   1999&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.historyteacher.net/EuroProjects/DBQ1998-1999/Chrono11-99.htm"&gt;http://www.historyteacher.net/EuroProjects/DBQ1998-1999/Chrono11-99.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lank, Edith  "Coincidences"&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a href="http://www.pemberley.com/janeinfo/auscoinc.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.pemberley.com/janeinfo/auscoinc.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray, Joan Klingel  “The Truth About Jane and Tom LeFroy”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nq.oxfordjournals.org/cgi/reprint/53/3/311"&gt;http://nq.oxfordjournals.org/cgi/reprint/53/3/311&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reviewed by Deborah Kaplan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jasna.org/bookrev/br143p23.html"&gt;http://www.jasna.org/bookrev/br143p23.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2125119401169090920-6979289545887763360?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/6979289545887763360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=6979289545887763360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/6979289545887763360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/6979289545887763360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/12/jane-austen-then-and-today.html' title='Jane Austen- Then and Today'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-2011680180952960192</id><published>2007-12-01T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T18:30:11.102-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homebirth'/><title type='text'>I need info.......</title><content type='html'>Help me please!&lt;br /&gt;   I need to have some information or experiences on homebirth vs. hospital birth.  And I need it within the next 8 days. I have a persuasive paper to write, before the school quarter ends, on December 13th. Any or all information would be useful! Please help! Even if it is a second hand information on homebirth and hospital birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou and God bless you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura H. aka Perennial Pioneer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2125119401169090920-2011680180952960192?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/2011680180952960192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=2011680180952960192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/2011680180952960192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/2011680180952960192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-need-info.html' title='I need info.......'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-2378578334302252142</id><published>2007-11-25T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T18:54:33.085-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><title type='text'>Holiday Recipes, Please!</title><content type='html'>Dear Friends and Family,  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I have a project that I am doing with my sisters. We are collecting a whole bunch of holiday favorite recipes. I am asking if you would be willing to share some of your family tradition favorite recipes. I am compiling them, to give away as gifts to family members, and friends. If you have any to share, please email them to me or put in the comment section. 1 or more is great. I would really like to see what you all like for the Holidays!&lt;br /&gt;Cookies, cakes, bars, balls, main dishes, snacks, breakfast,etc. Please share anything that is your family favorites for the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please put them in the comment section of the posting, or email them to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perennial Pioneer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:lmh4him@hotmail.com"&gt;lmh4him@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2125119401169090920-2378578334302252142?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/2378578334302252142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=2378578334302252142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/2378578334302252142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/2378578334302252142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/11/holiday-recipes-please.html' title='Holiday Recipes, Please!'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-7932794578539564075</id><published>2007-11-23T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T11:09:06.940-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enchanted'/><title type='text'>Enchanted! The Movie Trailer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CLdKwdGdZaI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CLdKwdGdZaI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the most comedic, musical disney movie, that was ever created. It is must see for the whole family! I think you would all like it! Not your typical Disney animated/real life motion picture. In theaters now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perennial Pioneer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2125119401169090920-7932794578539564075?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/7932794578539564075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=7932794578539564075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/7932794578539564075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/7932794578539564075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/11/enchanted-movie-trailer.html' title='Enchanted! The Movie Trailer'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-3061442860645589798</id><published>2007-11-05T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T22:25:38.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Catch another Cold!</title><content type='html'>Here is a great ebook on Mom's best remedies for those nasty cold and flu season! These really work, I have tried them! Take a look at this link, and see what I mean:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.momsbestremedies.com/"&gt;http://www.momsbestremedies.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day, and I hope that you will enjoy this book. Let me know what you think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perennial Pioneer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2125119401169090920-3061442860645589798?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/3061442860645589798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=3061442860645589798' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/3061442860645589798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/3061442860645589798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/11/never-catch-another-cold.html' title='Never Catch another Cold!'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-3914528726791657564</id><published>2007-10-25T17:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T17:47:19.734-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='research'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jane Austen'/><title type='text'>Researching Jane Austen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/RyE45WojnuI/AAAAAAAAASs/VX35M7UQOP4/s1600-h/Lizzie+and+Darcy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125440408903720674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" height="200" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/RyE45WojnuI/AAAAAAAAASs/VX35M7UQOP4/s400/Lizzie+and+Darcy1.jpg" width="190" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dear Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was wondering if you could help me. I am doing a research paper on Jane Austen, and my main focus is:What change in the world did Jane Austen make in writing her novels, and how do her writings effect us today?What influence has Jane Austen's masterpieces done for our lives? I would like to have some viewpoints on this. My paper is due, November 29th, so I have time, but I would like to get other people's opinions on the influences and effects of Jane Austen in the lives of people, and seeing as I know you all very well, please help me. I will be very grateful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankyou, Perennial Pioneer&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/2125119401169090920-3914528726791657564?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/3914528726791657564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=3914528726791657564' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/3914528726791657564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/3914528726791657564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/10/researching-jane-austen.html' title='Researching Jane Austen!'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/RyE45WojnuI/AAAAAAAAASs/VX35M7UQOP4/s72-c/Lizzie+and+Darcy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-7261257317393737372</id><published>2007-10-21T20:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T20:59:43.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here is the link to Jewish Dancing. This is one of my favorite dancing styles!&lt;br /&gt;Click on this link and then on the dance link on the website, to see the videos. In the reviews you will see a sample of jewish Dancing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.davidicdance.com/store.htm"&gt;http://www.davidicdance.com/store.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2125119401169090920-7261257317393737372?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/7261257317393737372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=7261257317393737372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/7261257317393737372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/7261257317393737372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/10/here-is-link-to-jewish-dancing.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-3520451243016031176</id><published>2007-10-21T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T13:56:47.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Under Construction!</title><content type='html'>I am in the process of changing the layout of Perennial. Please forgive the mix up, and uncoordinated colors, my computer is very slow right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perennial Pioneer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2125119401169090920-3520451243016031176?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/3520451243016031176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=3520451243016031176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/3520451243016031176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/3520451243016031176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/10/under-construction.html' title='Under Construction!'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-4948418604040693004</id><published>2007-10-16T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T19:01:08.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giveaway!</title><content type='html'>A really cool giveaway. Take a look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://americanmade1.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://americanmade1.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2125119401169090920-4948418604040693004?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/4948418604040693004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=4948418604040693004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/4948418604040693004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/4948418604040693004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/10/giveaway.html' title='Giveaway!'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-5170296994233246252</id><published>2007-10-02T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T08:01:35.261-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>I Need an Artist!</title><content type='html'>Hello my friends,   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will come straight to the point. I need an artist, someone who can draw, or do some painting, or computer designing very well! Do you(or know someone who could) do it?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The reason I am asking this, is I am wanting to put a cover on the front of my book I am wanting to publish, and I need attractive, but beautifully done art.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The story is about a young girl coming from Spain to live with her grandparents in early Plymouth. The girl is Spanish, and she is the granddaughter of Captain Miles Standish!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If you can help, please email me. I will give you more details, and perhaps draw you an outline of what I was thinking for the cover! I will even pay you for the drawing painting or computer image, if it is nessisary!&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:lmh4him@hotmail.com"&gt;lmh4him@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perennial Pioneer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2125119401169090920-5170296994233246252?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/5170296994233246252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=5170296994233246252' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/5170296994233246252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/5170296994233246252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-need-artist.html' title='I Need an Artist!'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-5049803834938753542</id><published>2007-09-24T18:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T18:55:51.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Men O' War Final</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/qpINF5o1JDs' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/qpINF5o1JDs'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2125119401169090920-5049803834938753542?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/5049803834938753542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=5049803834938753542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/5049803834938753542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/5049803834938753542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/09/men-o-war-final.html' title='Men O&amp;#39; War Final'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-5413469028564015947</id><published>2007-09-22T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T19:25:16.915-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer Changes Things'/><title type='text'>Praying Saints....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/RvXOHFlb4fI/AAAAAAAAAPc/azPOzXgfXKk/s1600-h/33765_105857_topics_prayer_st.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113219573102666226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/RvXOHFlb4fI/AAAAAAAAAPc/azPOzXgfXKk/s400/33765_105857_topics_prayer_st.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I need the saints to pray....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been told that we need to move from the house we are living in currently. The landlord wants to move back in, and therefore, we are in a tight spot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have not funds, or money or a place to put down new roots. We are well established in our home, and find it hard to think of relocating or living in a strange new place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On top of that, we have my Dad's parents living with us, which makes this twice as hard, and perplexing to us, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Dad feels that to be near my married sister Sarah, and her husband Clay, and their son, Gabriel is the wisest choice, but at present, there is no home for us there. Clay is still building his home, and it would not be big enough to fit us all. At present they are living with his parents while he builds their house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to ask the saints to pray that the Lord would grant us the wisdom to find the right course of action, and pursue the means to buy our own place! We are homechurchers and have not the support of brethern in a church. We need some advice, and counsel, and prayer that the Lord would be there, and that he would provide for our needs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perennial Pioneer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:lmh4him@hotmail.com"&gt;lmh4him@hotmail.com&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/2125119401169090920-5413469028564015947?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/5413469028564015947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=5413469028564015947' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/5413469028564015947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/5413469028564015947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-need-saints-to-pray.html' title='Praying Saints....'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/RvXOHFlb4fI/AAAAAAAAAPc/azPOzXgfXKk/s72-c/33765_105857_topics_prayer_st.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-5833270326957879095</id><published>2007-09-17T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T17:09:33.059-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Editor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coauthor'/><title type='text'>Co Author needed!?</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;     I am needing a co author, or an editor, for a historical fiction book I have been writing. I am in my first draft, and need either a Co author, or editor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wish to help out, I would be most grateful. I will post a sampling of the story, on Cara Ashley, for your consideration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou, and God bless!&lt;br /&gt;Only serious writers please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perennial Pioneer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2125119401169090920-5833270326957879095?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/5833270326957879095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=5833270326957879095' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/5833270326957879095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/5833270326957879095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/09/co-author-needed.html' title='Co Author needed!?'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-2339155627861298919</id><published>2007-09-17T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T12:04:37.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need Ideas!</title><content type='html'>I need ideas for homebusinesses. Can you help with this? I am working on a huge project, for the whole family to participate, and need the funds for it. Please help with ideas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perennial Pioneer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2125119401169090920-2339155627861298919?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/2339155627861298919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=2339155627861298919' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/2339155627861298919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/2339155627861298919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/09/need-ideas.html' title='Need Ideas!'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-9209251149294360994</id><published>2007-09-14T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T21:16:45.230-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer Changes Things'/><title type='text'>A prayer request from a fellow sister in Christ!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/Rutcmz5d0oI/AAAAAAAAAPE/4o3XXVHwitQ/s1600-h/33764_1921_topics_repent_st.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110280024017982082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/Rutcmz5d0oI/AAAAAAAAAPE/4o3XXVHwitQ/s400/33764_1921_topics_repent_st.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend of mine, I will not say who, just wrote me and told me to pray for a family who just lost their mother. I am asking you to lift up your voices to Heaven, as you put them in prayer, to God and Jesus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is what she wrote me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Six children are without a mother tonight, and a man without his beloved wife. My dear friend, Beverly, only 46, went to Heaven this morning after a long battle with pancreatic cancer. She was believing for a miracle, and truly she received the Ultimate Healing. Her last prayer request before she slipped into a deep sleep was that she would be singing, and leaping, and praising God really soon. Wow, how God honored that one! We have no doubt that she is doing just that right now!&lt;br /&gt;However, her family is beyond devastated. She home-schooled the children up until about a month ago. I still have e-mails in my inbox from her from just a short time ago. I'm still not able to fully grasp that I will not see her again on this earth.&lt;br /&gt;They had moved away a few years ago, but she requested to be buried here at "home". The next few days will be extremely difficult and emotional. I don't know if I can bear to look into the faces of her little children. I'm afraid I will fall apart right there in front of them. Please pray for all of us who loved her. Thanks so much.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let us lift up our voices to Heaven for Beverly's family, as they experience this tragic loss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perennial Pioneer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2125119401169090920-9209251149294360994?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/9209251149294360994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=9209251149294360994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/9209251149294360994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/9209251149294360994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/09/prayer-request-from-fellow-sister-in.html' title='A prayer request from a fellow sister in Christ!'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/Rutcmz5d0oI/AAAAAAAAAPE/4o3XXVHwitQ/s72-c/33764_1921_topics_repent_st.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-5906190542874533330</id><published>2007-09-13T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T15:49:12.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Support Mike Huckabee!</title><content type='html'>Everyone, I would like you to consider Mike Huckabee as our next Commander in Chief. I think that he is the best candidate so far! Here is the link to his site, so that you can get more details!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mikehuckabee.com/"&gt;http://www.mikehuckabee.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please look into this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my brother's blog, where he has been promoting Huckabee, and other candidates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://senseinpolitics.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://senseinpolitics.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2125119401169090920-5906190542874533330?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/5906190542874533330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=5906190542874533330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/5906190542874533330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/5906190542874533330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/09/support-mike-huckabee.html' title='Support Mike Huckabee!'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-9019316797834635318</id><published>2007-09-04T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T18:31:05.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who likes Jane Austen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/Rt4GwPLkozI/AAAAAAAAAN0/RaZpYXf7-90/s1600-h/P&amp;P.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106526453263278898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" height="190" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/Rt4GwPLkozI/AAAAAAAAAN0/RaZpYXf7-90/s320/P%26P.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I do!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love all of her movies. I have two of them myself, and am in the midst of collecting them all. I have four of her books, and would love to have more! Who would not love Jane Austen? It speaks of the heart of a woman, desperately longing for a man who is strong!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of Jane Austen, have any of you seen Becoming Jane? I did! Let me know what you opinion is of it! I liked it, except for one scene in it. I really couldn't enjoy it to the fullest as I was helping my sister with my nephew, Gabriel, not a Jane Austen fan, yet! He will soon learn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laura H.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2125119401169090920-9019316797834635318?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/9019316797834635318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=9019316797834635318' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/9019316797834635318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/9019316797834635318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/09/who-likes-jane-austen.html' title='Who likes Jane Austen?'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/Rt4GwPLkozI/AAAAAAAAAN0/RaZpYXf7-90/s72-c/P%26P.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-272842888738837868</id><published>2007-08-24T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T11:47:08.548-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break'/><title type='text'>Blogging Break!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/Rs8M1_LkowI/AAAAAAAAANc/bzTlRhNXSTk/s1600-h/208310989_49ccc9ec97.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the month of September, I am taking a blogging break. I need to prepare for school, and such. So I will not be writing for September, but I will look in on you all, and see what you have been writing! I hope to start up again, in October. I will be accessable through my email, but I need the break, from all of my blogs!&lt;br /&gt;I will write you about my first days, after the last Day of September! I need this break, for I am getting emotional about school, and household things! So, taking a break is going to be good for me! Please pray for me, as I continue to work and prepare for school! I am scared!&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week, and a month of September! I will post once in a great while, maybe a quicky on Hines Family Homestead, about Gabriel and such, but that is about it! And I look forward to reading your articles and such!&lt;br /&gt;If any of you have questions about joining Mayden Fair, contact me or any number of the maydens writing, and they will tell me. I will send an invite, and leave it up to you! We would love to have you! Email me at: &lt;a href="mailto:lmh4him@hotmail.com"&gt;lmh4him@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christ Alone!&lt;br /&gt;Laura H.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2125119401169090920-272842888738837868?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/272842888738837868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=272842888738837868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/272842888738837868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/272842888738837868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/08/blogging-break.html' title='Blogging Break!'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-713011007042891346</id><published>2007-08-23T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T12:21:16.605-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Costuming'/><title type='text'>Regency Style Dress!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/Rs3cPvLkovI/AAAAAAAAANU/yI6I6NteENk/s1600-h/Sarah"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101976115801793266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" height="198" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/Rs3cPvLkovI/AAAAAAAAANU/yI6I6NteENk/s320/Sarah%27s+Wedding+2005+115.jpg" width="273" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of my posters asked me if I had made a regency style dress yet, and I thought I would share a photo of it. I am in the blue. This is at my sister Sarah's wedding. She made her dress herself, and embroidered on it! She is so good at it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, here it is! The blue regency style dress! It is not exactly the pattern from Sence and Sensibility, but it worked for me, in a short time I had to sew it. Sarah got engaged on January 19th, and was married on the 21st. Three days!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a great day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Perennial Pioneer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2125119401169090920-713011007042891346?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/713011007042891346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=713011007042891346' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/713011007042891346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/713011007042891346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/08/regency-style-dress.html' title='Regency Style Dress!'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/Rs3cPvLkovI/AAAAAAAAANU/yI6I6NteENk/s72-c/Sarah%27s+Wedding+2005+115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-6340287145244259741</id><published>2007-08-22T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T08:38:46.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody Blagged on me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://godslightuponme.blogspot.com/2007/08/somebody-blagged-on-me.html"&gt;Somebody blagged on me!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got blagged! By Ashley @ godslightuponme.blogspot.com has blagged me with which is an 8 Things About Me meme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Here it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jesus Christ the same yesterday, and today, and for ever. Hebrews 13:8&lt;br /&gt;2. I like to write!&lt;br /&gt;3. Trying to serve my family, while being a stay at home daughter!&lt;br /&gt;4. I am going to college this Fall, a community college.&lt;br /&gt;5. I love to sew!&lt;br /&gt;6. I have 8 siblings and one nephew!&lt;br /&gt;7. I have a hard time keeping my room clean!:):(&lt;br /&gt;8. But I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, your turn! Here are the rules:Each player starts with eight random facts or habits about his or her self.These blagged chosen ones are to write posts on their own blog about these eight facts.They are also to post these rules.At the end of their blog they will list eight people they have chosen to blag by listing their name and a link to their blog.Post a message on their blog to let them know they have been blagged on!I Blag everyone, for I don't have eight people to send it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perennial Pioneer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2125119401169090920-6340287145244259741?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/6340287145244259741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=6340287145244259741' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/6340287145244259741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/6340287145244259741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/08/somebody-blagged-on-me.html' title='Somebody Blagged on me!!'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-1616880327011192601</id><published>2007-08-20T12:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T12:56:06.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty and the Beast- I'm Gonna Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/XQ2pY95ugeU' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/XQ2pY95ugeU'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is my most favorite movie, but I also like this song!&lt;br /&gt;Perennail Pioneer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2125119401169090920-1616880327011192601?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/1616880327011192601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=1616880327011192601' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/1616880327011192601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/1616880327011192601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/08/beauty-and-beast-i-gonna-love-you.html' title='Beauty and the Beast- I&amp;#39;m Gonna Love You'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-8410377314291753377</id><published>2007-08-09T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T06:38:22.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission...</title><content type='html'>Go to: &lt;a href="http://caraashley2007.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://caraashley2007.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; and read August 8th entry, to find out more about the mission I have been set upon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perennial Pioneer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2125119401169090920-8410377314291753377?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/8410377314291753377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=8410377314291753377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/8410377314291753377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/8410377314291753377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/08/mission.html' title='Mission...'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-6633248980604726167</id><published>2007-08-07T18:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T18:24:18.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facing the Giants</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/-vB59PkB0eQ' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/-vB59PkB0eQ'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2125119401169090920-6633248980604726167?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/6633248980604726167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=6633248980604726167' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/6633248980604726167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/6633248980604726167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/08/facing-giants_7331.html' title='Facing the Giants'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-8867547491321899624</id><published>2007-08-07T18:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T18:01:10.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facing the Giants: </title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/0RFYBfFXUJ4' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/0RFYBfFXUJ4'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Completely by Ana Laura&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2125119401169090920-8867547491321899624?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-1888493902875790193</id><published>2007-08-07T17:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T17:56:44.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facing the Giants:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="'http://youtube.com/v/0RFYBfFXUJ4'/" width="'425'" height="'350'" type="'application/x-shockwave-flash'"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Completely by Ana Laura&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This song was in the Movie, Facing the Giants! The woman in the movie had been wanting to be pregnant for  along time, but never had the chance too. She feels sick to her stomack, and thinks she has eaten something bad. She goes to the doctor, wishing she was pregnant. She and her husband were trying for four years. And, after the nurse gave her the sad news, she was not pregnant, she felt disappointment. But she says, I will still love you, Lord!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The nurse finds out she had the wrong chart, and rushes out to tell her. Yes, you guessed it, she was pregnant! Hallelujah! I cry everytime I see this part of the Movie. A must for the entire family!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Perennial Pioneer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2125119401169090920-1888493902875790193?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/1888493902875790193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=1888493902875790193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/1888493902875790193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/1888493902875790193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/08/facing-giants.html' title='Facing the Giants:'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-4031179876903820545</id><published>2007-08-06T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T18:28:07.684-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book of Verse'/><title type='text'>Poetry and Prose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/RrfEyWge4eI/AAAAAAAAAK4/8u54oS52zf4/s1600-h/journals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095757872707330530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/RrfEyWge4eI/AAAAAAAAAK4/8u54oS52zf4/s200/journals.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Blessing in “No”&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked God to take away my pride.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God said “No”. It is not for me to take away,&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for you to give up.&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked God to make my handicapped child whole.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;God said, “No”. Her spirit is whole;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;her body is only temporary.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I asked God to grant me patience.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;He said, “No”. Patience is a by product of tribulations;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;it isn’t granted - it is earned.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I asked God to give me happiness.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied, “No”. I give blessings;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;happiness is up to you.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I asked Him to spare me pain.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;He said, “No”. Suffering draws you apart from worldly cares&lt;br /&gt;&gt;and brings you closer to Me.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I asked Him to make my spirit grow.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;God said, “No”. You must grow on your own,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;but I will prune you to make you fruitful.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I asked for all things that I might enjoy life.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;He replied, “No”. I will give you life&gt;that you may enjoy all things.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I asked Him to help me love others as much as He loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;God said, “Ahhhh, my child, finally you have asked aright.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s Not Always Easy&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;It’s not always easy to smile and be nice&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are called to sacrifice.&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not always easy to put others first&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Especially when tired and feeling our worst.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;It’s not always easy to do the Father’s will;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;It wasn’t so easy to climb Calvary’s hill.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;But we as His children should learn to obey&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not seeking our own but seeking His way.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;It’s not always easy to fight the good fight&lt;br /&gt;&gt;But it is always good and it is always right.&gt;&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Glenda Fulton Davis&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, grant me the gift&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of a bright, happy spirit&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that joyfully faces each day –&lt;br /&gt;&gt;A spirit that’s loving&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and gently shines through&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in actions and each word I say.&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Emily Matthews&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Kingdom&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m queen of a beautiful kingdom,&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gave it to me for my own,&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My castle’s a rambling old farm house&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A low rocking chair is my throne.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My subjects are dear little children&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who willingly come at my call,&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The king is the husband and father&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who furnishes bread for us all.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I mend little stockings&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or hear a short prayer at my knee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I marvel that God in His wisdom&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presented this kingdom to me.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often feel weak and unworthy&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To guild little feet that may roam,&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To keep them all safe and contented&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our beautiful kingdom called “Home.”&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;-Author unknown-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be like a watch! Have an open face, busy hands,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;full of good works, pure gold and well regulated.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is for us – that is good.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is with us – that is better.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is in us – that is best.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~&lt;br /&gt;Life&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the preacher, life’s a sermon,&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the joker, life’s a jest,&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the miser, life is money,&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the loafer, life is rest.&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the soldier life’s a battle,&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the teacher, life’s a school,&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life’s a great thing to the thinker,&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s folly to the fool.&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is just one long vacation,&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the man who loves his work&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s constant dodging duty&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the everlasting shirk.&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the faithful earnest worker&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life’s a story ever new&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is what you make it&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is life to you.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;-Unknown-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace Alone&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not saved are we by tying, from self can come no aid.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Tis on the blood relying, once for our ransom paid.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Tis looking unto Jesus, the holy one and just,&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Tis His blood that saves me, it is not try but trust.&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Oh, the joy of Trusting Jesus, trusting where we cannot trace; Leaning &gt;&lt;br /&gt;hard upon his promise, proving His sufficient Grace.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Katie V. Hall&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Today isn’t won by old victories, nor lost by old defeats.”&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some live as if life would never end&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the next would never start.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.P.Lehman&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~.~*~&gt;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This verse spells VALENTINE, in capital letters. Look see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For God so lo&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;ed the world,&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;That He g&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ve&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;His on&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;y&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Begott&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;n&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;hat whoever&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Believeth &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;n Him&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Should &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;ot perish,&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But have &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;verlasting life."&gt;John 3:16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Worth of TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of a sister&lt;br /&gt;Ask someone who doesn't have one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of eighteen years:Ask a parent of a happy young adult.&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of four years:Ask a graduate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of one year:Ask a student who has failed a final exam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of nine months:Ask a mother who gave birth to a &gt;stillborn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of one month:Ask a mother who has given birth to a premature baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of one week:Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &gt;realize the value of one minute:Ask a person who has missed the train, bus or plane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of one-second:Ask a person who has survived an accident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of a friend or family member:LOSE ONE.&lt;br /&gt;Time waits for no one.&gt;Treasure every moment you have.&lt;br /&gt;You will treasure it even more when you can share it with someone special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THROUGH THE STORMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not know His love before, the way I know it now.I could not see my &lt;br /&gt;need for Him, my pride would not allow.&lt;br /&gt;I had it all, without a care, the "Self-sufficient" lie.My path was smooth, &lt;br /&gt;my sea was still, not a cloud was in my sky.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew His love for me, I thought I'd seen His grace,I thought I &lt;br /&gt;did not need to grow, I thought I'd found my place.&lt;br /&gt;But then the way grew rough and dark, the storm clouds quickly rolled;The &lt;br /&gt;waves began to rock my ship, my anchor would not hold.&lt;br /&gt;The ship that I had built myself was made of foolish pride.It fell apart &lt;br /&gt;and left me bare, with nowhere else to hide.&lt;br /&gt;I had no strength or faith to face the trials that lay ahead,And so I&lt;br /&gt;simply prayed to Him and bowed my weary head.&lt;br /&gt;His loving arms enveloped me, and then He helped me stand.He said, "You&lt;br /&gt;still must face this storm, but I will hold your hand."&lt;br /&gt;So through the dark and lonely night He guided me through pain.I could not&lt;br /&gt;see the light of day or when the storm might wane.&lt;br /&gt;Yet through the aches and endless tears, my faith began to grow.I could not &lt;br /&gt;see it at the time, but my light began to glow.&lt;br /&gt;I saw the Father’s love in brand new light, His grace and mercy, too.For &lt;br /&gt;only when all self was gone could Jesus’ love shine through.&lt;br /&gt;It was not easy in the storm, I sometimes wondered, "Why?"At times I&lt;br /&gt;thought, "I can't go on." I'd hurt, and doubt, and cry.&lt;br /&gt;But Jesus never left my side, He guided me each day.Through pain and &lt;br /&gt;strife, through fire and flood, He helped me all the way.&lt;br /&gt;And now I see as never before how great His love can be.How in my weakness &lt;br /&gt;He is strong, how Jesus cares for me!&lt;br /&gt;He worked it all out for my good, although the way was rough.He only sent &lt;br /&gt;what I could bear, and then He cried, "Enough!"&lt;br /&gt;He raised His hand and said, "Be still!" He made the storm clouds cease.He&lt;br /&gt;opened up the gates of joy and flooded me with peace.&lt;br /&gt;I saw His face now clearer still, I felt His presence strong,I found anew&lt;br /&gt;His faithfulness, He never did me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know more storms will come, but only for my good,For pain and tears&lt;br /&gt;have helped me grow as naught else ever could.&lt;br /&gt;I still have so much more to learn as Jesus works in me;If in the storm&lt;br /&gt;I'll love Him more, that's where I want to be!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Pathway of Pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my days were untroubled and my heart always light,&lt;br /&gt;would I seek that fair land where there is no night?&lt;br /&gt;If I never grew weary with the weight of my load,&lt;br /&gt;would I search for the Lord’s peace at the end of the road?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;If I never knew sickness and never felt pain,&lt;br /&gt;would I search for a hand to help and sustain?&lt;br /&gt;If I walked without sorrow and lived without loss,&lt;br /&gt;would my soul seek solace at the foot of the Cross?&lt;br /&gt;If all I desired was mine day by day,&lt;br /&gt;would I kneel before Father and earnestly pray?&lt;br /&gt;If God sent no winter to freeze me with fear,&lt;br /&gt;would I yearn for the warmth of spring every year?&lt;br /&gt;I ask myself these questions, and the answer is plain,&lt;br /&gt;If my life were pleasure, and I never knew pain--&lt;br /&gt;I'd seek Adonai less often, and need Him much less,&lt;br /&gt;For God is sought more often in times of distress.&lt;br /&gt;And no one knows Yahweh or sees Him as plain&lt;br /&gt;As those who have met Him on the pathway of pain.&lt;br /&gt;~ Author Unknown ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Shepherd and the Lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Shepherd loved His little lamb, And gave it His tender care... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And followed it with His loving eyes As it wandered here and there.&lt;br /&gt;And as He sat by His grazing flock Who so meekly His voice obeyed, He &lt;br /&gt;pondered sadly His little lamb As again and again it strayed.&lt;br /&gt;The little lamb had a loving heart, And adored His Shepherd, true, But &lt;br /&gt;would turn aside and seek his own way As lambs will so often do.&lt;br /&gt;With His gentle voice the Shepherd called, To His loved and straying lamb, &lt;br /&gt;"Come back, little one, for you are not safe Unless you are where I am."&lt;br /&gt;But still the lamb would soon forget And unthinkingly wander away, And not&lt;br /&gt;really noticing what he did, From the Shepherd's side would stray.&lt;br /&gt;Until one day, the Shepherd kind Took His rod in His gentle hand, And what &lt;br /&gt;He then did seemed so cruel That the lamb could not understand.&lt;br /&gt;For with one sharp and well-aimed blow Down the rod so swiftly came That it &lt;br /&gt;broke the leg of the little lamb And left it crippled, and lame.&lt;br /&gt;Then the little lamb, with a cry of pain, Fell down upon his knees... And &lt;br /&gt;looked up at his Shepherd, as though to say, "Won't you explain this,&lt;br /&gt;please?"&lt;br /&gt;Then he saw the love in the Shepherd's eyes As the tears ran down His face, &lt;br /&gt;As He tenderly set the broken bone, And bound it back in it's place.&lt;br /&gt;Now he was utterly helpless, He could not even stand! He must trust himself &lt;br /&gt;completely To his Shepherd's loving hand.&lt;br /&gt;Then day by day, 'till the lamb was healed From the flock he was kept &lt;br /&gt;apart... And carried about in the Shepherd's arms, And cradled near to His &lt;br /&gt;heart.&lt;br /&gt;And the Shepherd would whisper gentle words Into his now listening ear...&lt;br /&gt;Thus he heard sweet words of love That the other sheep could not hear.&lt;br /&gt;He felt the warmth of the Shepherd's arms And the beat of His faithful &lt;br /&gt;heart... Until it came a blessing to seem, By his weakness to be set apart.&lt;br /&gt;Every need of the little lamb By his Shepherd so fully was met That through&lt;br /&gt;his brokenness he learned What he never again would forget.&lt;br /&gt;And as the broken bone was healed, And once more became whole and strong... &lt;br /&gt;Wherever the Shepherd's path would lead, The lamb would follow along.&lt;br /&gt;Thus at the Shepherd's side he walked So closely, day by day, For once a &lt;br /&gt;lamb has a broken leg It will never again go astray.&lt;br /&gt;For the cords of love had bound it so In its hour of weakness and need... &lt;br /&gt;That it had no desire to wander away, When once again it was freed.&lt;br /&gt;Could it be you are broken today, And you cannot understand The painful &lt;br /&gt;blow of the Shepherd's rod Nor believe it came from His hand?&lt;br /&gt;He only seeks, by this painful thing, For a time to call you apart... To &lt;br /&gt;cradle you close in His loving arms, And draw you near to His heart.&lt;br /&gt;So look up into your Shepherd's eyes, And earnestly seek His face... And &lt;br /&gt;prove in the hour of your weakness and need The sufficiency of His grace.&lt;br /&gt;For as you are borne in His loving arms, And carried there, day by day... &lt;br /&gt;He will bind you so close with the cords of His love That never again will you stray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Eagle Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once told me a story about a wounded eagle who was rescued by a kindly farmer. He found the bird in one of his fields, and so took him home, tended to his wounds, and then placed him outside in the barnyard to recover.Strangely enough, the young eaglet soon adapted to the habits of all the barnyard chickens. He learned to walk and cluck like them. He learned to drink from a trough and peck the dirt for food, and for many years he peacefully resigned himself to this new life on the ground.But then one day, one of the farmer’s friends spotted the eagle and asked, "Why in the world is that bird acting like a chicken?" The farmer told him what had happened, yet the man could hardly accept the situation."It’s just not right," said the friend. "The Creator made that bird to soar in the heavens, not scavenge in the barnyard!" So he picked up the unsuspecting eagle, climbed onto a nearby fence post, and tossed him into the air. But the confused bird just fell back to earth and scurried off in search of his feathered friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Undaunted, the man then grabbed the eagle and climbed to the top of the barn. As he heaved him off the roof, the bird made a few halfhearted squawks and flaps before falling into a bale of hay. After shaking his head a few times, the eagle then made himself comfortable and began mindlessly pecking at pieces of straw.The friend went home that night dejected, and could barely sleep as he &gt;remembered the sight of those powerful talons caked with barnyard mud. He couldn’t bear the thought, so the very next day, he headed back to the farm for another try. This time he carried the eagle to the top of a nearby mountain where the sky unfolded in a limitless horizon.He looked into the eagle’s eyes and cried out, "Don’t you understand? You weren’t made to live like a chicken! Why would you want to stay down here when you were born for the sky?" As the man held the confused bird aloft, he made sure the eagle was facing into the brilliant light of the setting sun. Then he powerfully heaved the bird into the sky, and this time the eagle opened his wings, looked at the sun, caught the updraft rising from the valley, and disappeared into the clouds of heaven.Do you know that we, too, were born for the sky? The Lord has called us to live in the heights, yet too many of us have huddled together in the barnyard, contentedly scurrying for the safety of our families, our finances, our careers and our comfortable crumbs of faith.Are you one of those believers whose barnyards have been destroyed, or are you one of the faithful ones who have walked, or are now walking, in darkness. The hour is late, beloved friends. It is not time to mourn our losses, but rather time to set our eyes upon heaven, spread our wings and fly straight towards the Son.Never mind weariness, illness, lack of feeling, irritability, exhaustion, snares of the devil, jealousy and prejudice. Let us soar together, like an eagle above the clouds, with our eyes fixed on the Son. This is why the eagle is such a perfect example of this freedom. An eagle is the only bird that has a special third-eye-lens that enables him to look at and fly directly towards the sun and thus, frees him from his enemies as they try to follow. No other bird has this ability. And, it’s the same with us. Only as we keep our eyes focused directly on the Son during our ascent to Him, will we ever become free--free from our emotions, free from our circumstances, free from other people’s responses and free from the enemy’s attacks.Having faith in the night seasons is the only answer to possessing this overcoming victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU FOR THE VALLEY&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the valley I walked through today.The darker the valley, the &lt;br /&gt;more I learned to pray.&lt;br /&gt;I found you where the lilies are, Blooming by the way, And I thank you for &lt;br /&gt;the valley I walked through today.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for every hill I climbed.For every time the sun didn't shine.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for every lonely night.I prayed 'til I knew everything was all &lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;Life can't be all sunshine. All the flowers would die.The rivers would be &lt;br /&gt;deserts, all barren and dry.&lt;br /&gt;Life can't be all blessings or, there'd be no need to pray.So I thank you &lt;br /&gt;for the valley I walked through today.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for every hill I climbed.For every time the sun didn't shine.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for every lonely night.I prayed 'til I knew everything was all &lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the valley I walked through today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~ Author unknown ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S IN THE VALLEYS I GROW&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes life seems hard to bear, Full of sorrow, trouble and woe. It's then&lt;br /&gt;I have to remember That it's in the valleys I grow.&lt;br /&gt;If I always stayed on the mountain top And never experienced pain,I would &lt;br /&gt;never appreciate the Father’s love And would be living in vain.&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to learn And my growth is very slow,Sometimes I need the&lt;br /&gt;mountain tops, But it's in the valleys I grow.&lt;br /&gt;I do not always understand Why things happen as they do,But I am very sure&lt;br /&gt;of one thing: The Lord will see me through.&lt;br /&gt;My little valleys are nothing When I picture Jesus on the crossHe went &lt;br /&gt;through the valley of death; His victory was Satan's loss.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me Lord, for complaining When I'm feeling so very low.Just give me &lt;br /&gt;a gentle reminder That it's in the valleys I grow.&lt;br /&gt;Continue to strengthen me, Father, And use my life each dayTo share your &lt;br /&gt;love with others And help them find their way.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for valleys, Lord, For this one thing I knowThe mountain tops are &lt;br /&gt;glorious But it's in the valleys I grow!&lt;br /&gt;Author: Jane Eggleston&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2125119401169090920-4031179876903820545?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/4031179876903820545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=4031179876903820545' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/4031179876903820545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/4031179876903820545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/08/poetry-and-prose.html' title='Poetry and Prose'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/RrfEyWge4eI/AAAAAAAAAK4/8u54oS52zf4/s72-c/journals.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-4651130716599346938</id><published>2007-08-04T09:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T13:15:27.052-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modesty'/><title type='text'>Modesty-A State of Mind!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/RrS1dGge4dI/AAAAAAAAAKw/UjAsRCbgTYA/s1600-h/Salt+Creek+Family+Pictures+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094896590030561746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" height="262" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/RrS1dGge4dI/AAAAAAAAAKw/UjAsRCbgTYA/s320/Salt+Creek+Family+Pictures+017.jpg" width="185" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Modesty is a part of our life! Or at least it should be. When the girl is young, she is told by her mother, to sit in the right way, to not attract attention to herself, and not to laugh too loud. She is dressed in a frilly dress, and her hair is in ribbons, and she is to be a lady. Well, most of the time, we see our brothers do things that are more fun, and we want to do them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Modesty is more then just clothes, it is a state of mind!Do you think that a young man would want you,if you were wearing the clothing of a whore? The spaghetti strap shirts, and low rider jeans, what kind of message do they send? I have gotten a lot of weird looks from people, when they see me, wearing regular jeans, or a skirt, and a tee shirt,with nothing dirogatory on it. Also, the way I carry myself, they notice that too. What do people say to you, when you walk into a store, or how do they look at you? Someone commented on my hair, and how nice it was, and asked me how I fix it. I just brush it out. My hair is naturally curly, wavy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dark eye shadow. That sends a message too! I would not wear dark eye shadow, unless it was for my husband, someday. Dark eye shadow, is sensual! I preferr the blues, lavenders, and pinks, for my eyeshadows. I use light foundation, to evenly color my skin. I have so many sunspots, and blotches.:) The makeup sends a message too. If I was going to really wear it, for glamoure, I would not let anyone see me, for fear they would get the wrong message. I want my man to love me for who I am, not for what I look like!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Modesty is not calling attention to yourself. It is a selfish most unmaiden like thing to do! But also, do not be so consciencious that you hide in a corner, in the dark. How is the young man going to see your spirit, if you hide it all the time! Do not be forward, but do not hide! THere is a happy medium here. Stand there quietly, and wait until you are spoken too! Especially if there is a young man in the company, who you really like!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to know is there anything else I need to cover, please let me know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have met a family that skis in skirts. They are brave. The one time I did it, I did it with a skirt, and it didn't work out so well. I didn't know how to ski either!:) Modesty is not just about our dress, it is about the way we are protrayed by others, and to others. If you wear jeans, and have a meek and quiet spirit, you are modest. The only reason why so many of us think that jeans are immodest, is the conduct that is displayed when girls wear them!I have nothing against jeans. I wear them once in a while when I am working in the garden, or walking the neighborhood(I have to,because we have wind here, and a skirt would be embarrasing if it flew up, in the wind)Well, modesty is a state of mind, not just dress!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, there is my two cents worth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perennial Pioneer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laura H&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(photo) My little sister Hannah, wearing a dress I had just sized down, and redid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2125119401169090920-4651130716599346938?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/4651130716599346938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=4651130716599346938' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/4651130716599346938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/4651130716599346938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/08/modesty-state-of-mind.html' title='Modesty-A State of Mind!'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/RrS1dGge4dI/AAAAAAAAAKw/UjAsRCbgTYA/s72-c/Salt+Creek+Family+Pictures+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-9190210290166001765</id><published>2007-08-03T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T18:15:11.952-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amazing Grace Movie'/><title type='text'>Amazing Grace On DVD! Coming Soon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/RrPSimge4cI/AAAAAAAAAKo/qXlwNSWFmIs/s1600-h/banner_ag_dvd.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094647095380337090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/RrPSimge4cI/AAAAAAAAAKo/qXlwNSWFmIs/s400/banner_ag_dvd.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I must make myself clear. The film is being released in the UK, on August 6th. They are not sure when they will be releasing it to the USA, but here is a banner from the official website!The film will be coming, but they are not sure when. I will keep you informed, when the release date for the Movie arrives!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Perennial Pioneer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2125119401169090920-9190210290166001765?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/9190210290166001765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=9190210290166001765' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/9190210290166001765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/9190210290166001765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/08/amazing-grace-on-dvd-coming-soon.html' title='Amazing Grace On DVD! 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The UK release date!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perennial Pioneer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2125119401169090920-1532497332636275739?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/1532497332636275739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=1532497332636275739' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/1532497332636275739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/1532497332636275739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/07/youtube-amazing-grace-movie-trailer.html' title='Amazing Grace movie trailer'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/RqfzA2ge4FI/AAAAAAAAAHw/4Fqp6WDmhWU/s72-c/amazinggraceheader.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-9173856668373579922</id><published>2007-07-24T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T07:45:08.519-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Waiting'/><title type='text'>Why Wait, Lord?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/RqYQZmge36I/AAAAAAAAAGY/gqlfKJ3DZSU/s1600-h/margaret-hat-before.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090774460808486818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/RqYQZmge36I/AAAAAAAAAGY/gqlfKJ3DZSU/s320/margaret-hat-before.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have asked the question so much, and so have many people in this world! Why wait? I don't see the reason to wait. I am a good strong healthy person, who would dearly love to start a family, and I don't see any prospects of a husband in sight. I have often cried myself to sleep on my queen sized bed, cuddling with my pillows. I wished many times it was my husband there, instead of my pillows, but then I hear a voice inside me say, " I need you to rely on me first, then I will give you the desires of your heart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I am not asking the question, " Why wait?" but "When You are Ready, Lord?" I know that if I quit looking, the groom will come to me, and he will be more then I have asked for, in a husband. A godly man, seeking the face of God, who has a deep heart to raise children up to be the next generation of Christfollowers, and that would be his ultimate goal in that end, as well as my being a helpmeet to him, in all of his endeavours! Wow, that sounds like a lot, but for someone like me, who has been enlightened, I would consider it an honor and a privelege to do so, raise children for God's Glory, and support my husband at home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have two sisters who have started the race of marriage before me. I have so longed to be on their level and relate to them, and their problems. But married sisters have a hard time sharing with unmarried sisters, because the unmarried do not know what the others are going through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my sisters had a baby recently, and I was a tiny bit jealous! I wished it was mine. But the Lord, said, " You could have a part in the influence of Gabriel, for he will need his aunty to show him the ways of the Lord, and confirm the words of his parents!" So, in a sense, I will be a surrogate mother to Gabriel!"After all, his name means, God is my strength, and Gift of God!" So I know that he will be a big man of God someday!:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to be 26 in February, and I know that there are a lot of single christians out there, that are near my age, and I also know of those, who have married later in life! So, there is still hope for me! I know that, I would still have 20 more years of childbearing, before I could give up hope of bearing my own!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if I never marry, Hallelujah! I could spend my time with my nephews and neices, helping my sisters and brothers-in-law, raise the children! And I may be a missionary to children, through the stories I write, and the photos I take!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my prayer is not, " Send my husband soon, Lord!" But, " Trust in the Lord with ALL YOUR HEART, and LEAN NOT ON YOUR OWN UNDERSTANDING! IN ALL YOUR WAYS, acknowlege him, and He will direct your PATHS!For you know the Plans you have for me, thoughts of Peace and not of evil, to give me a rewarding end! I place my life in the hands of the Lord, and He can use me any way He so desires! Amen!He knows what I need, and when I need it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough of my ramblings!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you have a good and rewarding day, and that the Lord would bless you exceedingly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perennial Pioneer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2125119401169090920-9173856668373579922?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/9173856668373579922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=9173856668373579922' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/9173856668373579922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/9173856668373579922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/07/why-wait-lord.html' title='Why Wait, Lord?'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/RqYQZmge36I/AAAAAAAAAGY/gqlfKJ3DZSU/s72-c/margaret-hat-before.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-5750375754038147740</id><published>2007-07-19T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T07:21:07.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/Rp9zPWXYXdI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mf_I7H0HV8o/s1600-h/shs_bibleCloseupPage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088912811490827730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="149" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/Rp9zPWXYXdI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mf_I7H0HV8o/s320/shs_bibleCloseupPage.jpg" width="212" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usually, I read a chapter out of Proverbs, and the Psalms that corresponds with the day of the month! In this case, I decided that Psalm 18 would be the choice to put on here today, as an encouragement to all of you who read!&lt;br /&gt;I know it is the 19th, but I read the Psalm 18 and it particularly spoke to me! Hope it will encourage you!&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day!&lt;br /&gt;Perennial Pioneer&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 18!&lt;br /&gt;Psa 18:1 &lt;to&gt;I will love thee, O LORD, my strength.&lt;br /&gt;Psa 18:2 The LORD is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust; my buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower.&lt;br /&gt;Psa 18:3 I will call upon the LORD, who is worthy to be praised: so shall I be saved from mine enemies.&lt;br /&gt;Psa 18:4 The sorrows of death compassed me, and the floods of ungodly men made me afraid.&lt;br /&gt;Psa 18:5 The sorrows of hell compassed me about: the snares of death prevented me.&lt;br /&gt;Psa 18:6 In my distress I called upon the LORD, and cried unto my God: he heard my voice out of his temple, and my cry came before him, even into his ears.&lt;br /&gt;Psa 18:7 Then the earth shook and trembled; the foundations also of the hills moved and were shaken, because he was wroth.&lt;br /&gt;Psa 18:8 There went up a smoke out of his nostrils, and fire out of his mouth devoured: coals were kindled by it.&lt;br /&gt;Psa 18:9 He bowed the heavens also, and came down: and darkness was under his feet.&lt;br /&gt;Psa 18:10 And he rode upon a cherub, and did fly: yea, he did fly upon the wings of the wind.&lt;br /&gt;Psa 18:11 He made darkness his secret place; his pavilion round about him were dark waters and thick clouds of the skies.&lt;br /&gt;Psa 18:12 At the brightness that was before him his thick clouds passed, hail stones and coals of fire.&lt;br /&gt;Psa 18:13 The LORD also thundered in the heavens, and the Highest gave his voice; hail stones and coals of fire.&lt;br /&gt;Psa 18:14 Yea, he sent out his arrows, and scattered them; and he shot out lightnings, and discomfited them.&lt;br /&gt;Psa 18:15 Then the channels of waters were seen, and the foundations of the world were discovered at thy rebuke, O LORD, at the blast of the breath of thy nostrils.&lt;br /&gt;Psa 18:16 He sent from above, he took me, he drew me out of many waters.&lt;br /&gt;Psa 18:17 He delivered me from my strong enemy, and from them which hated me: for they were too strong for me.&lt;br /&gt;Psa 18:18 They prevented me in the day of my calamity: but the LORD was my stay.&lt;br /&gt;Psa 18:19 He brought me forth also into a large place; he delivered me, because he delighted in me.&lt;br /&gt;Psa 18:20 The LORD rewarded me according to my righteousness; according to the cleanness of my hands hath he recompensed me.&lt;br /&gt;Psa 18:21 For I have kept the ways of the LORD, and have not wickedly departed from my God.&lt;br /&gt;Psa 18:22 For all his judgments were before me, and I did not put away his statutes from me.&lt;br /&gt;Psa 18:23 I was also upright before him, and I kept myself from mine iniquity.&lt;br /&gt;Psa 18:24 Therefore hath the LORD recompensed me according to my righteousness, according to the cleanness of my hands in his eyesight.&lt;br /&gt;Psa 18:25 With the merciful thou wilt shew thyself merciful; with an upright man thou wilt shew thyself upright;&lt;br /&gt;Psa 18:26 With the pure thou wilt shew thyself pure; and with the froward thou wilt shew thyself froward.&lt;br /&gt;Psa 18:27 For thou wilt save the afflicted people; but wilt bring down high looks.&lt;br /&gt;Psa 18:28 For thou wilt light my candle: the LORD my God will enlighten my darkness.&lt;br /&gt;Psa 18:29 For by thee I have run through a troop; and by my God have I leaped over a wall.&lt;br /&gt;Psa 18:30 As for God, his way is perfect: the word of the LORD is tried: he is a buckler to all those that trust in him.&lt;br /&gt;Psa 18:31 For who is God save the LORD? or who is a rock save our God?&lt;br /&gt;Psa 18:32 It is God that girdeth me with strength, and maketh my way perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Psa 18:33 He maketh my feet like hinds' feet, and setteth me upon my high places.&lt;br /&gt;Psa 18:34 He teacheth my hands to war, so that a bow of steel is broken by mine arms.&lt;br /&gt;Psa 18:35 Thou hast also given me the shield of thy salvation: and thy right hand hath holden me up, and thy gentleness hath made me great.&lt;br /&gt;Psa 18:36 Thou hast enlarged my steps under me, that my feet did not slip.&lt;br /&gt;Psa 18:37 I have pursued mine enemies, and overtaken them: neither did I turn again till they were consumed.&lt;br /&gt;Psa 18:38 I have wounded them that they were not able to rise: they are fallen under my feet.&lt;br /&gt;Psa 18:39 For thou hast girded me with strength unto the battle: thou hast subdued under me those that rose up against me.&lt;br /&gt;Psa 18:40 Thou hast also given me the necks of mine enemies; that I might destroy them that hate me.&lt;br /&gt;Psa 18:41 They cried, but there was none to save them: even unto the LORD, but he answered them not.&lt;br /&gt;Psa 18:42 Then did I beat them small as the dust before the wind: I did cast them out as the dirt in the streets.&lt;br /&gt;Psa 18:43 Thou hast delivered me from the strivings of the people; and thou hast made me the head of the heathen: a people whom I have not known shall serve me.&lt;br /&gt;Psa 18:44 As soon as they hear of me, they shall obey me: the strangers shall submit themselves unto me.&lt;br /&gt;Psa 18:45 The strangers shall fade away, and be afraid out of their close places.&lt;br /&gt;Psa 18:46 The LORD liveth; and blessed be my rock; and let the God of my salvation be exalted.&lt;br /&gt;Psa 18:47 It is God that avengeth me, and subdueth the people under me.&lt;br /&gt;Psa 18:48 He delivereth me from mine enemies: yea, thou liftest me up above those that rise up against me: thou hast delivered me from the violent man.&lt;br /&gt;Psa 18:49 Therefore will I give thanks unto thee, O LORD, among the heathen, and sing praises unto thy name.&lt;br /&gt;Psa 18:50 Great deliverance giveth he to his king; and sheweth mercy to his anointed, to David, and to his seed for evermore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2125119401169090920-5750375754038147740?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/5750375754038147740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=5750375754038147740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/5750375754038147740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/5750375754038147740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/07/psalm-18.html' title='Psalm 18'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/Rp9zPWXYXdI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mf_I7H0HV8o/s72-c/shs_bibleCloseupPage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-67809646724840889</id><published>2007-07-13T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T18:46:21.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Austen Character are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.strangegirl.com/austenquiz/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.strangegirl.com/austenquiz/marianne.jpg" width="200" height="300" border="0" alt="I am Marianne Dashwood!" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2125119401169090920-67809646724840889?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/67809646724840889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=67809646724840889' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/67809646724840889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/67809646724840889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/07/which-austen-character-are-you.html' title='Which Austen Character are you?'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-387284481578663680</id><published>2007-07-11T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T13:37:23.960-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What is Church?'/><title type='text'>What Church Do You Go To?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/RpU6RBxm9jI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0yOmiEhzscs/s1600-h/church2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086035418393540146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/RpU6RBxm9jI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0yOmiEhzscs/s200/church2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/RpU6RRxm9kI/AAAAAAAAAE0/SnfMNeFfO_M/s1600-h/church3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086035422688507458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/RpU6RRxm9kI/AAAAAAAAAE0/SnfMNeFfO_M/s200/church3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/RpU6RRxm9lI/AAAAAAAAAE8/K5KBb92n05w/s1600-h/church1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086035422688507474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/RpU6RRxm9lI/AAAAAAAAAE8/K5KBb92n05w/s200/church1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you heard the question? Have you been asked, " What church do you go to? How do you answer that question?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My answer would be, " I belong to Jesus Christ, therefore, His Church is anyone who professes to be a follower of Jesus Christ, and therefore, I go to WORSHIP, with the Church of our Savoir, Jesus Christ. I don't go to church, I go to worship with the church." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents are ex Church of Christers, and they have been brought up strong in it. I have seen them spiritually grow, and become stronger, and not need to have a church to go to. They "fell away from the church" as my grandfather so aptly put it, and found Christ! Amen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Church of Christ is a spiritually dead church, where there is not fire, or life, in the worship service. There is the second service, where any of the members, who have missed the first, have to attend the second, in order to take the Lord's supper. It is like a guilty thing, if you don't go to church, you are damned to Hell. I have sat in the services, and seen most of the members, nod absentmindedly, and then afterwards, ask if anyone had seen the ballgame the night before. What a sad thing, if it has to come to this. I admit, I have done the same thing, but if all we think about it, is if I don't go to church, I will be damned forever. I have not once heard someone say, " The sermon today, was really speaking to me, and thank the Pastor for his inspiring word!"We should go to church, because we want to, to be in the Presence of the Lord. I am not bashing Church of Christers, just the one experience I have had, was not very uplifting, and spirtually minded!  They believe that works alone can save you, when it is your faith in Jesus Christ that saves you, and the works are the outpouring of your soul, your belief in the Savoir! Am I right?They don't allow instrumental accompanyment to the singing, and there is no kitchen to help serve the community, and no mission contributions. I cannot understand this, but I am not very good at understanding the ways of the world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have heard, " What is your religion?" And the answer would be, " I don't have a religion, I have Christ!" They would say, "No, no, no, what denomination are you a part of?" And person would say, " I don't know, 144,000?" They would look at him, and say, " What church are you a part of, Mormon, Seventh Day Adventist, Church of Christ, Baptist." He'd say, " None." They say, " So, you are not a christian?" And he would say, " I didn't say that." They would look really confused, and he would say, " I am part of the body of Christ, and fellowship with anyone who follows His Steps. I am no respecter of persons!" They walk off, thinking he was weird!  They wanted to put him in a spiritual box, and he will not let them! I hate boxes! There is no room to grow, no Sonlight!Hallelujah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't care what church you came from, as long as you confess with your mouth, Jesus Christ is Lord, and believe in your heart, that God raised Him from the Dead, you shall be saved! That is enough for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thoughts for the day-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perennial Pioneer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2125119401169090920-387284481578663680?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/387284481578663680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=387284481578663680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/387284481578663680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/387284481578663680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-church-do-you-go-to.html' title='What Church Do You Go To?'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/RpU6RBxm9jI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0yOmiEhzscs/s72-c/church2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-3630600532231507788</id><published>2007-07-09T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T19:09:31.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A True Bundle of Joy!</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to let my readers know, my sister Sarah had her baby. Gabriel John Saffer was born, this morning at 1:30 am. The midwife arrived 20 minutes after he was born. The catching and cleaning was done by my Aunt Paulette, and Linda Saffer, Clay's Mom. They report to us that the cord was short, and therefore, the boy was not strangled in his cord. Gabriel John weighed out to be, 8 lbs. 10oz. a big strapping boy. He will grow up to be like his papa. He has blue eyes and blonde hair, a good crop of it. He would look like Esau, if I didn't know better.:)&lt;br /&gt;   To see pictures of this precious bundle of joy that has entered our lives, look on Hines Family Homestead, under Gabriel John Saffer. He is handsome, if I do say so myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hinesfamilyhomestead.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://hinesfamilyhomestead.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I look forward to spending time with my nephew, when I go to visit them. May you grow up to be as strong and as wise as your grandfathers, uncles, great uncles, and father. And may you learn the true joy of knowing the Heavenly Father, and His forgiveness of Sins. I love you, Gabriel John.&lt;br /&gt;     Aunty Laura&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;      Laura  Perennial Pioneer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2125119401169090920-3630600532231507788?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/3630600532231507788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=3630600532231507788' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/3630600532231507788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/3630600532231507788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/07/true-bundle-of-joy.html' title='A True Bundle of Joy!'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-5498796580575232777</id><published>2007-07-06T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T20:03:29.092-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='example'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sisterhood'/><title type='text'>Your Shadow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/Ro8B9xxm9bI/AAAAAAAAADo/7nJ29KVu0vY/s1600-h/Christmass2006+Sarah"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084284665169638834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/Ro8B9xxm9bI/AAAAAAAAADo/7nJ29KVu0vY/s200/Christmass2006+Sarah%27s+Wedding+020.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lo, Children are a heritage of the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Yes, I am talking about shadows! Not just that patch of shade that causes a little bit of giggles, when ever you see it. But I am also talking about the shadows we are not conscious about. I have five little shadows, that follow me, and it causes me to stop and think, I know that all that I do, is watched, and every decision I make, is considered by my siblings. I have three little sisters, who are growing up in my shade, and have I been a good example? Have I kept my cool, and shown them what a christian woman should be? I knew that staying at home, was not just for my benefit, but for theirs as well. I knew that they would follow my lead, and see that, " See, sissy Laura is staying at home, and is able to get on with her life. I want to do that too." I don't think I could be cross with them now. I am not promising that I won't but it gives me a sobering thought to think about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;So, I know now, that no matter how many people think it is not logical for me to stay home, I think of my little sisters, who admire, and love me, and who knows how much longer I will have them as little sisters, and pupils. God please forgive me for my blindness and selfishness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;In Christ Alone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Perennial Pioneer&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/2125119401169090920-5498796580575232777?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/5498796580575232777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=5498796580575232777' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/5498796580575232777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/5498796580575232777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/07/your-shadow.html' title='Your Shadow!'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/Ro8B9xxm9bI/AAAAAAAAADo/7nJ29KVu0vY/s72-c/Christmass2006+Sarah%27s+Wedding+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-2313216857548104505</id><published>2007-07-02T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T07:40:38.069-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What is Our Independance?'/><title type='text'>THe Christian's Declaration of Independance!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/RokNkhxm9WI/AAAAAAAAADA/DNte3mfX2OI/s1600-h/crosssunset1.BMP"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082608575657211234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/RokNkhxm9WI/AAAAAAAAADA/DNte3mfX2OI/s200/crosssunset1.BMP" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Christian's Declaration Of Independence &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am free from failure for "I can do all things through Christ which strengthens me." Phil.4:13 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am free from want for "my God shall supply all my need according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus" Phil:4:19 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am free from fear for "God hath not given us the spirit of fear, but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind." 2Tim1:7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am free from doubt for "God hath dealt to every man the measure of faith." Rom. 12:3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am free from weakness, "the LORD is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?" Ps.27:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am free from the power of Satan "because greater is he that is in you, than he that is in the world." 1Jn.4:4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am free from defeat "Now thanks be unto God, which always causeth us to triumph in Christ." 2Cor.2:14 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am free from ignorance, "for Christ Jesus is made unto me wisdom from God." 1Cor.1:30 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am free from sin "for the blood of Jesus Christ cleanseth me from all sin." 1Jn.1:7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am free from worry "for I am to cast all my cares upon Him." 1Pet.5:7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am free from bondage "for where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty." 2Cor.3:17 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am free from condemnation, "for there is therefore now no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus, who walk not after the flesh, but after the Spirit." Rom. 8:1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~ My Heavenly Father Wrote This ~ Just for Me and You&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/2125119401169090920-2313216857548104505?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/2313216857548104505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=2313216857548104505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/2313216857548104505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/2313216857548104505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/07/christians-declaration-of-independance.html' title='THe Christian&apos;s Declaration of Independance!'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/RokNkhxm9WI/AAAAAAAAADA/DNte3mfX2OI/s72-c/crosssunset1.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-160028306723757110</id><published>2007-07-02T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T09:41:46.654-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wise Councel'/><title type='text'>Seeking the Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/RokqwRxm9XI/AAAAAAAAADI/rDAKpxrNxm4/s1600-h/shs_bibleCloseupPage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082640663357879666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/RokqwRxm9XI/AAAAAAAAADI/rDAKpxrNxm4/s200/shs_bibleCloseupPage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a question that came up, recently, and I was wanting to share it with you, to get some insight. My answer is below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I believe God can and does speak to His children today. As I've faced several big decisions and confusing situations lately, I've been seeking His guidance as I only desire to do His will. Several times during prayer I have heard what can only be described as a 'still, small voice'—but I'm not sure how much weight to give these 'messages.' How can I know that it is truly God speaking to me, and not just my own desires (or fears), or a deception of Satan? I'd like to hear about your own experiences along these lines, as well as any Scriptures that apply. Thanks!"—Seeking the truth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my answer!&lt;br /&gt;Seeking the truth,&lt;br /&gt;I have struggled with this very same issue. I have often been praying, or just going about my day, and hear this little voice inside me saying do this or don’t do this. I get puzzled as to where or what it came from. I asked my Dad about it, and he said, “ If you are not sure, then cross examine the voice, by checking the scriptures. If you are not sure of the decision, find out what God says about it, in the scriptures. The Berians examined the scriptures daily, to see if the things Paul said were so.” If the voice has asked you to do something, not in accordance with the will of God, and the person he has placed in authority over you, then it is a deceiving voice, and should not be listened to. It takes common sense, and wisdom, to identify the voice. And if it is valid, act on it. Even if it is not, you can learn from the mistake you make. God puts these lessons here for us to grow, and to Him, there are no mistakes, just opportunities to learn! And you don’t fail Him, just sometimes we slip, because we are human! Surprising! The only time we fail, is if we deny His salvation! Do not let the cares and wiles of the world, bog you down, so that you are confused with the voice. Don’t let books, TV, friends and family distract you from hearing that still small voice! When you hear the voice, you will know!&lt;br /&gt;Laura Hines, Sequim, Washington&lt;br /&gt;What is your opinion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perennial Pioneer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2125119401169090920-160028306723757110?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/160028306723757110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=160028306723757110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/160028306723757110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/160028306723757110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/07/seeking-truth.html' title='Seeking the Truth'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/RokqwRxm9XI/AAAAAAAAADI/rDAKpxrNxm4/s72-c/shs_bibleCloseupPage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-5412055236616219936</id><published>2007-06-24T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T15:14:48.945-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Code of Honor'/><title type='text'>Knight's Code of Chivalry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/Rn7ss8HeF2I/AAAAAAAAACk/vNO2ebzwars/s1600-h/Renaissance+Photos.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079757686516356962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/Rn7ss8HeF2I/AAAAAAAAACk/vNO2ebzwars/s200/Renaissance+Photos.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found this on the Internet. I thought it was interesting that this was the code of Knights back in the middle ages, and Medival times. I was thinking that this could apply to the Ladies in this life too.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To fear God and maintain His Church&lt;br /&gt;To serve the liege lord in valour and faith&lt;br /&gt;To protect the weak and defenceless&lt;br /&gt;To give succour to widows and orphans&lt;br /&gt;To refrain from the wanton giving of offence&lt;br /&gt;To live by honour and for glory&lt;br /&gt;To despise pecuniary reward&lt;br /&gt;To fight for the welfare of all&lt;br /&gt;To obey those placed in authority&lt;br /&gt;To guard the honour of fellow knights&lt;br /&gt;To eschew unfairness, meanness and deceit&lt;br /&gt;To keep faith&lt;br /&gt;At all times to speak the truth&lt;br /&gt;To persevere to the end in any enterprise begun&lt;br /&gt;To respect the honour of women&lt;br /&gt;Never to refuse a challenge from an equal&lt;br /&gt;Never to turn the back upon a foe&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, that is enlightening! Why don't we follow that now? Because there is no honor left, no thought of others. Sad isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;God Bless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Perennial Pioneer&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/2125119401169090920-5412055236616219936?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/5412055236616219936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=5412055236616219936' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/5412055236616219936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/5412055236616219936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/06/knights-code-of-chivalry.html' title='Knight&apos;s Code of Chivalry!'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/Rn7ss8HeF2I/AAAAAAAAACk/vNO2ebzwars/s72-c/Renaissance+Photos.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-3224836748015259056</id><published>2007-06-12T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T07:52:12.715-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Utmost for His Highest'/><title type='text'>The Price of the Vision! By Oswald Chambers</title><content type='html'>This is so true!&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;In the year King Uzziah died, I saw the Lord....,(Isaiah 6:1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our soul's personal history with God is often an account of the death of our heroes. Over and over again God has to remove our friends to put Himself in their place, and that is when we falter, fail, and become discouraged. Let me think about this personally- when the person died who presented for me all that God was, did I give up on everything in life? Or did I do as Isaiah did and see the Lord?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vision of God is dependant  upon the condition of my Character. My character determines whether or not the truth can be revealed to me.  Before I can say, " I saw the Lord," there must be something in my character that conforms to the likeness of God.  Until I am born again and really begin to see the Kingdom of God, I only see from the perspective of my own biases. What I need is God's surgical procedure- His use of external circumstances to bring about internal purification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your priorities must be God first, God second, and God third, until your life is continually face to face with God, and no one else is taken into  account whatsoever. Your prayer should then be,&lt;br /&gt;"In  all the world there is no one but You, dear God; There is no one but You!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep paying the price. Let God see that you are willing to live up to the vision.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I hope this will bless you as much as it has me. I love the wisdom of Oswald Chambers. He speaks the mind of God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perennial Pioneer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2125119401169090920-3224836748015259056?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/3224836748015259056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=3224836748015259056' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/3224836748015259056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/3224836748015259056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/06/price-of-vision-by-oswald-chambers.html' title='The Price of the Vision! By Oswald Chambers'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-3359572161822014223</id><published>2007-06-06T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T11:34:00.680-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Utmost for His Highest'/><title type='text'>The Secret of the Lord- Oswald Chambers</title><content type='html'>I don't know if any of you have read Oswald Chambers, but I really like him. I just found my copy of My Utmost For His Highest, and thought I would start sharing an Entry for each month, out of the ones that I read. Here is June's Entry!&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Secret of the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;By Oswald Chambers&lt;br /&gt;June 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secret of the Lord is with those who fear Him!"Psalm 25:14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the sign of a Friend? Is it that he tells you his secret sorrows? No, it is that he tells you his secret joys. Many people will confide their secret sorrows to you, but the final mark of intimacy is when they share their secret joys with you. Have we ever let God tell us any of His joys?Or are we continually telling God our secrets, leaving Him no time to talk to us?At the beginning of our christian life we are full of requests to God. But then we find that God wants to get us into an intimate relationship with Himself- to get us in touch  with His purposes. Are we so intimately united in Jesus Christ's idea of Prayer-" Your will be done"(Mat. 6:10)- that we catch the secrets of God? What makes God so dear to us is not so much HisBig blessings to us, but the tiny things, because they show HIs amazing intimacy with us- He knows every detail of each of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Him shall He teach in the way He chooses"(Psalm25:12). At first, we want the awareness of being guided by God. But then as we grow spiritually, we live so fully aware of God that we do not even need to ask what His will is, because the thought of choosing another way will not occur to us. If we are saved and sanctified, God guides us by our everyday choices. And if we are about to choose what He does not want, He will give us a sense of doubt or restraint, which we must heed. Whenever there is doubt, stop at once. Never try to reason it out, saying, " I wonder why I shouldn't do this?" God instructs us in what we choose;that is He actually guides our  common sense. And when we yield to His teachings and guidance, we no longer hinder His Spirit by continually asking, " Now, Lord, what is Your will?"&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;That is the entry of Oswald Chambers I have selected for the Month of June. I hope it will be a blessing to  you, as much as it has been to me!&lt;br /&gt;Perennial Pioneer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2125119401169090920-3359572161822014223?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/3359572161822014223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=3359572161822014223' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/3359572161822014223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/3359572161822014223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/06/secret-of-lord-oswald-chambers.html' title='The Secret of the Lord- Oswald Chambers'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-7107851520528797034</id><published>2007-06-04T15:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T15:12:46.411-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running the Race'/><title type='text'>Bumpy Road!</title><content type='html'>Well, we certainly have bumpy roads we follow. Some are good, and some are not so good. God never said that the way would be smooth and easy. He just said it would be straight and narrow. Being a christian is bumpy, and hilly, and requires all the strength we can muster. But it is worth it, for we get a reward at the end of the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the road were smooth, we would think, " Ah, this is a good road, I will stay on it. The other way looks too hard. I cannot go that way." I like the illustrations in Pilgrims Progress, about the Narrow way, and Broad way. The Hill Diffeculty, the Valley of the Shadow, and the Slough of Despond. And of course the Vanity Fair. This is the discription of the world, and what it's millions of devices are, that decieve us. We must look to the cross, and put our feet on the sure path of the Narrow way, and Jesus. And yes, those Giant Despairs, will crop up, and you, like David, in the bible, must conquer the giant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I thank God for the bumpy roads, even though we are christians. I am thankful that He has made the road diffecult, so that we can look to him, always, and say, " Lord I cannot do without you!" That is where He wants us to be! Therefore let us be thankful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what was laid on my heart, today, as I reflected on the Lord. Broad is the gate and crooked is the way that leadeth to distruction, and many there be that fall therein. But narrow is the gate, and straight is the way, that leadeth to life, and few there be that find it. I am one of those few. How about You?&lt;br /&gt;     Perennial Pioneer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2125119401169090920-7107851520528797034?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/7107851520528797034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=7107851520528797034' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/7107851520528797034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/7107851520528797034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/06/bumpy-road.html' title='Bumpy Road!'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-7731987817987382712</id><published>2007-06-01T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T16:14:42.916-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Walk through Jesus Life'/><title type='text'>He is omnipresent!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071234657735310962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/RmClDXr2fnI/AAAAAAAAABI/miuUN2TtAGI/s320/crosssunset1.BMP" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the beginning of the scriptures, where the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters, Jesus was there. When God was creating the night and day, he was there. When the water, and the dry land, the sun, moon, and stars were created, he was there. And then the God said, " Let US make man in OUR image, according to our likeness!" Who was he talking too, and about? Him and Jesus, the Son. And of course, Adam!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was there, when they were thrown out of the garden, and he was sad. He was there when Cain killed Abel. He was the one whom drove Cain into the wilderness! He was there, with Noah, and his family, when the first drops of rain, the strange thing for them, for they had never seen rain before, came down. He was there, for Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, and when Joseph was taken into captivity, he was with him. Then when Esther went to live in the palace with the king, He was there too, and softened the King's heart toward her, and she saved her people. Then  He was with Shadrach, Meshach and Abednigo,when they were cast into the fiery furnace, and the king turned his heart toward God. He was with David, when he slung that stone, toward Goliath. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is here now, in our hearts. Jesus Christ, the same yesterday, today, and forever. He will never leave us, or forsake us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was there, when we did something that would have vexed Him, and when we were there, wanting to have arms to cuddle with. I can feel His arms about me now as I am sitting here, typing to you! And because He is here, we have no need to fear! He will always be with us, not to abandon us to anything or anyone. If you are in the darkest dungeon, or the highest tower, you cannot be far from Jesus, and God. They are both there! Or whether your Mom or Dad is having a hard time, or perhaps your parents are devorced, and you have a rotten family life, He is still here. He will be your family, for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He always has been, and he always will be. He had not predicessor, and he will have no successor. There will be nobody before him, and there will be nobody after him. You cannot impeach him, and HE IS NOT GOING TO RESIGN! That is my King! Hallelujah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when you see the cross in your church, or on the side of the road, remember that He is there with you, in your car, bed, home, watching what you watch, listening to what you are listening to, and living with you. So be careful what you do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what was on my heart today. I know it might sound a little disconnected, but I had to get this out. I will refine it later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Christ Alone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perennial Pioneer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2125119401169090920-7731987817987382712?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/7731987817987382712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=7731987817987382712' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/7731987817987382712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/7731987817987382712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/06/he-is-omnipresent.html' title='He is omnipresent!'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/RmClDXr2fnI/AAAAAAAAABI/miuUN2TtAGI/s72-c/crosssunset1.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-2445279517434388558</id><published>2007-05-30T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T14:21:29.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Aroma of Contentment!</title><content type='html'>While I was walking today, I had an aroma wafting toward my nostrils, sending that of contentment and peace. I looked around, to wonder what was that glorious smell. And I came to find it was Pine and Wild Rugosa Roses. The sun, heating up the roses, and pine, make an intoxicating aroma. And it helps me recall visions of what Heaven would be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It brought to mind, when God hears us complaining over our lot in life, our whining over something better, our aroma STINKS! I don't have the house I want, we don't have the income we want, we want a bigger and better car, all this sounds lik complaining to him, and He is saddened! He gave us the things we have, because He wishes to bless us. We are his children, and He loves us! As bad as you are, you know how to give good things to your children, how much more so, will the Heavenly father, give the holy spirit, to them that ask!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when we reflect on the blessings that He has given to us, to be guardians of, and stewards, we must put on the robe of contentment, and thankfulness. Then the smell that wafts to heaven will be the Aroma of Contentment. This is the aroma of Christ, our Savoir. And when that aroma reaches the throne, He smiles!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then, the extraordinary happens! We get blessed with more! It is a wonderful feeling, when you have been a good steward, and content in whatever state you are in! And having food shelter and clothing, therewith be ye content! Those are the words of God! Hallelujah, Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we must conclude, that to be true followers of Christ, we must put on His aroma. And his aroma, is joy, peace, longsuffering, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, selfcontrol, against such, there is no law. And here is another verse, 2Pe 1:5-7 And beside this, giving all diligence, add to your faith virtue; and to virtue knowledge;  And to knowledge temperance; and to temperance patience; and to patience godliness;  And to godliness brotherly kindness; and to brotherly kindness charity. This is the aroma of Christ!&lt;br /&gt;   I must close, being content in whatever state I am in!&lt;br /&gt;      In Christ Alone!&lt;br /&gt;              Perennial Pioneer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2125119401169090920-2445279517434388558?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/2445279517434388558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=2445279517434388558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/2445279517434388558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/2445279517434388558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/05/aroma-of-contentment.html' title='The Aroma of Contentment!'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-3400096813960623751</id><published>2007-05-29T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T09:28:30.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperate or Content?</title><content type='html'>For several years, I had been having the desire, to marry, settle down, and raise a family. I had been so much so, that I would be desperate. Then one by one, my younger sisters, would get married and move out. Here I was, the eldest, and still living at home with my parents, while they went off to start their own families.&lt;br /&gt;     God spoke to me last night, through my Dad, saying that instead of being content with the life I have now, I am so desperate, to get married and raise a family, that it has not yet come to pass. The Lord doesn't want you come to the point of desperation, that you forget, that He is waiting to give it to you, if you seek first His kingdom and His righteousness. The first priority is to seek first the Kingdom of God, and his righteousness, and all these things shall be added unto you.&lt;br /&gt;     I was being so desperate, that I was looking at every single, single guy that I met, asking myself, " This could be the one. And I would be on my best behavior, just to impress them." I was told, that, to be yourself, and let the glory of God shine through you, is far more attractive, then trying to impress them with your intellect, and recent achievements. Being myself, means, talking alot, and being so nervous, that you would have to have someone else do the talking for you. My parents knew what an social butterfly I am, but when it comes to meeting new people, especially guys, I am very shy. I know there needs to be a balance between shy, and over outgoing. Being polite, and answering the questions they ask you. Trying not to flirt with them, and not to get their attention. It is really heard, especially when you really like the guy.:)&lt;br /&gt;     I know this sounds really funny, but this is what I have been struggling with, since, oh, since I was 16 years of age. And here I am, nearly 26 years old! Ten years of struggling, and I just needed to know, that as soon as I am content what state I am in, He will be willing to bless me with more. :) He gives good things to His children! Hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;     It is simple, you say? Well, it is the hardest thing for me to do, putting my full faith and trust in the Lord. But I know, that if I don't, showers of blessings will be limited, according to my faith!&lt;br /&gt;     So, I make a choice today, whether to be desperate, or content? I choose...... being content! Hallelujah! I must learn in whatever state I am in, therein to be content! Amen!&lt;br /&gt;     That is what the Lord laid on my heart!&lt;br /&gt;           Perennial Pioneer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2125119401169090920-3400096813960623751?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/3400096813960623751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=3400096813960623751' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/3400096813960623751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/3400096813960623751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/05/desperate-or-content.html' title='Desperate or Content?'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-7534803269921566118</id><published>2007-05-25T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T07:53:14.949-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer Changes Things'/><title type='text'>Whatever ye ask, ye will receive....</title><content type='html'>if you ask in faith.&lt;br /&gt;     We are asking the Lord, to provide us with an Expedition, to fit our fast growing family. The bible says, if ye ask in faith, nothing doubting. and Ask and it will be given unto you. If we have faith as big as a mustard see. And He knows how to give gifts to his children.&lt;br /&gt;      Our lives are all about faith. We live this life on the faith, that the Lord will give us another breath to breath, a nice warm house to cover our heads, and comfortable clothes that we can wear. If we didn't have faith, we would think that luck was with us, and that we had good fortune. But there is always something deeper. Faith in something, or someone!&lt;br /&gt;      My hope is built on nothing less, then Jesus blood and righteousness, I dare not trust the sweetest frain, but wholly lean on Jesus Name. On Christ the Solid rock I stand, all other ground is sinking sand, all other ground is sinking sand.&lt;br /&gt;      My faith has found a resting place, not in device or creed. I trust the everliving one, His words for me doth plead. I need no other arguement, I need no other plea, it is enough that Jesus died, and that He died for me.&lt;br /&gt;       So, on these things, we are asking in faith, that the Lord will provide us with a Ford Expedition, for our family, so that we can all travel places together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2125119401169090920-7534803269921566118?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/7534803269921566118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=7534803269921566118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/7534803269921566118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/7534803269921566118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/05/whatever-ye-ask-ye-will-receive.html' title='Whatever ye ask, ye will receive....'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-969422654199160994</id><published>2007-05-17T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T14:27:43.572-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modesty- A way of life'/><title type='text'>Modest Clothes- My Armour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/RkznmFlMZII/AAAAAAAAABA/BH8huWHEazs/s1600-h/Back+of+Promenade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065678322404189314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/RkznmFlMZII/AAAAAAAAABA/BH8huWHEazs/s320/Back+of+Promenade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/RkznFFlMZHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/GPpwwwt8QG4/s1600-h/Ava6.BMP"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Modest Clothes&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;My Armour&lt;/em&gt; Used by permission of the author! May, 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By Anna S. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a personal testimony. I am looking back at myself, only a couple of years ago; certainly, there is a lot to tell, but today I would like to focus on the role modesty played in my life. I was born to a single mother. My father never appeared or even called, let alone helped financially, so Mother had to work extra hours in order to give me a decent living. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I never missed anything – anything but the really important things, like attention and guidance, which would help me choose the right path in life. Modesty wasn't popular in the school I attended. There were no uniforms, and, although there was some kind of a dress code, it was never strictly followed, and as I came, I could see tight jeans, mini-skirts, and tiny tops. I could see flesh, flesh, flesh. And these were the girls who were more popular and got more attention. What was the lesson I learned? Well, isn't it obvious? A girl has to show all she has in order to become popular and get attention. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At that moment, I didn't think much of the true nature of the attention girls like these receive, and it didn't occur to me that by putting emphasis on their bodies, they actually said – "There is nothing more in me than this. I am my body". It wasn't all about clothes, either; it was about conduct. Speaking loudly, flirting, cursing, walking provocatively – it was all very common. I did the same. I wore tight clothes, showed off my legs, shoulders, and midriff. I flirted, I was provocative – and I received attention and looks as I walked down the streets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, I owned very few skirts those days, and those I had were far above the knee.The way you dress reflects the way you think. Dressing in a certain manner will almost undoubtedly have an impact on your life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It breaks my heart to say this, but when I was still very young, I got involved in a meaningless, promiscuous relationship that was based solely on physical attraction and lust. No surprises here – if a young girl doesn't bring out her mind and soul, but shows off her flesh, she will only get the men who want her body. They will swarm around her, like flies around a jar of honey, and none of them will be interested in what she thinks or has to say. I am not going to elaborate right now about the promiscuity I was involved in. Unsurprisingly, it ended in heartbreak. So, what happened next?Suddenly, almost instinctively, I wrapped myself in long, loose and dark clothes – shabby, shapeless skirts and jumpers. They were mostly old and ill-fitting, but I didn't want to wear anything else. It was like trying to protect myself from anything that might hurt me again by covering every inch of my body. No one looked at me at the street anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart was bruised and bleeding for many months. It was a time of intense, painful personal growth and change. And among many other things, I realized something very important - the feeling of protection I experienced upon covering everything that used to be revealed wasn't an illusion. Covering my body protected me from those who wanted only my body. I sent a different message to the world now. Of course, at that point I was dressed modestly, but very unattractively. The next step, after initial healing and understanding what had happened to me, was acquiring a flattering, cheerful, feminine, and modest wardrobe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From that moment on, I intended to dress in a way that was attractive – not attracting. I wanted to dress in a manner that would say, "I respect my body and my physical attractiveness, but the most important thing about me is my soul, and it's not something I am going to reveal to just anyone." Today, I experience a wonderful sense of being on the right track. I received an outstanding blessing, a feeling someone took me by the hand and led me from darkness to light.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Modesty in both conduct and manner of dressing, as I found out, sends a message of respect to everyone around me – and as a logical outcome, I get respect in return.If there is one thing I would like to say to other young ladies, it is this: you are lovely young women. You are more, much more than your bodies. Respect yourself and others. Showing off your bodies will only get you the wrong type of attention from the wrong men. A lovely, long, flowing skirt and a pretty, modest blouse will not only bring out your beauty – they will protect you from being used and abused. &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/2125119401169090920-969422654199160994?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/969422654199160994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=969422654199160994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/969422654199160994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/969422654199160994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/05/modest-clothes-my-armour.html' title='Modest Clothes- My Armour'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/RkznmFlMZII/AAAAAAAAABA/BH8huWHEazs/s72-c/Back+of+Promenade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-7490869120256311610</id><published>2007-05-15T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T07:55:09.801-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Heart of a Parent Part 1'/><title type='text'>Doing the Hard Thing!</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had to make a decision, knowing that it was the best for all? Have you ever considered the consequences of the decision and it's affects, not just on your family, but on you?&lt;br /&gt;May 14th, I had to make a decision like that. Our little Kangaroo Rat, also known as a Gerbil, was ailing. She had an ulcer on the outside of her stomach. She had been suffering for nearly a month, and yesterday, I noticed a bulge. I picked her up, and showed her to my Mom. Mom concerred that something needed to be done. So, my brother being unwilling to do the deed, and my Mom, saying that I volenteered, told me how to do it. So, I took her out, and put her out of her misery! I tell you, it was the hardest thing that I could ever do! It was also my first time, and to see an animal, that I loved, suffering, as I put her out of her misery, was harder then I could bear. And the lamenting that came afterwards, was hard to bear too. I had a little brother dig a hole, to put her body in, and as we covered her, we told her to rest in peace. And I said, " We commit her body to the ground!"I was sobbing at this point, and shaking. Never had I done something like this. I knew that the Lord saw every Sparrow that fell, but I was still sad. She was after all, our pet. We had had two gerbils, and they were named, Samwise and Rosie, after two character hobbits in Lord of the Rings. Samwise had died a year before, of what we do not know, but I had to do the right thing for Rosie.&lt;br /&gt;I know now what a parent has to go through, when an animal has to be put down, and buried! My Dad had done it to several of our pets, cats, gerbils, hamsters,etc. I didn't know the taxing realities of this situation, until faced with it myself. Now, I know I did the hardest thing of all!&lt;br /&gt;I am now feeling better, knowing that she is not suffering anymore. God says, " A righteousman regardeth the life of his beast!" I regarded her life, and knew she would not make it very much longer, and I didn't want to see her suffer.&lt;br /&gt;God bless you, and may you be spared the sorrow that I had to endure! But God told me it is for me to learn to grow, closer to Him! Hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;Perennial Pioneer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2125119401169090920-7490869120256311610?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/7490869120256311610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=7490869120256311610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/7490869120256311610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/7490869120256311610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/05/doing-hard-thing.html' title='Doing the Hard Thing!'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-1499290497849492242</id><published>2007-05-13T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T09:23:19.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute to Motherhood!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/Rkd6Z8D7QYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/YZRtFKJYXP8/s1600-h/Quilt+lilacs+PortWilliams+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064150892039324034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/Rkd6Z8D7QYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/YZRtFKJYXP8/s320/Quilt+lilacs+PortWilliams+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                        ( Lilacs in our front yard, give us a beautiful scent, when we walk by!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To God be the Glory, To God Be the Glory, To God be the Glory, Great things he hath Done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you said thankyou to your mother for even thinking of marrying your father, and bringing you into this world?! She is the unselfish person, giving up a life that she had before you came along, to spend it on you. It is a big responcible task, to raise you, for the use of the Lord. She grieves when you go astray, like God grieves when we turn away from Him. She gives you a big hug and smiles, with tears in her eyes, as she welcomes you back home, forgiving you, just like the Lord does. Isn't it ironic, that the Lord has reflected his sentimental areas, on our mothers? Maybe there is something to that, that we as daughters, and children, do not appreciate in our mothers. She is a mother 24/7/365. She has not the time, for herself, and yet, you disappear for many hours, selfishly doing your own things. No wonder that so many girls are not ready for motherhood. I hope we are better ready for it, when our time comes! Praise God for our Mothers."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;___________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a poem, that I memorized when I was younger, but never saw the meaning of until now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who loved her Best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you mother, said little John,&lt;br /&gt;Then forgetting his work, his cap went on,&lt;br /&gt;And off he went to the garden swing,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving his mother the wood to bring!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you mother, Said Little Nell,&lt;br /&gt;I love you better then tongue can tell,&lt;br /&gt;Then she teased and pouted most the day,&lt;br /&gt;Til her mother was glad when she went to play!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you mother, said little Fan,&lt;br /&gt;Today I’ll help you all I can,&lt;br /&gt;How glad I am the school doesn’t keep;&lt;br /&gt;So she rocked the baby till it fell sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then stepping softly, she fetched the broom,&lt;br /&gt;And swept the floor and tidied the room,&lt;br /&gt;Busy and happy all day was she,&lt;br /&gt;Helpful and cheerful as a child could be!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you mother again they said,&lt;br /&gt;three little children going to bed,&lt;br /&gt;How do you think that mother guessed,&lt;br /&gt;Which of those loved her best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy Allison&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;___________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is a very good day, so enjoy it and purpose to say something, to encourage your mother, today, and all the rest of your lives! She is the second in command in this home, and she has the experience, so let us give a tribute to our Mothers, and say, " Mother, I realize that you are the best Mom, in the world, and you have earned every word in that sweatshirt saying, " The hand that rocks the cradle, rules the world!" and " The World's best Mom!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hope you have a good Mother's day, and God bless you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Perennial Pioneer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2125119401169090920-1499290497849492242?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/1499290497849492242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=1499290497849492242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/1499290497849492242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/1499290497849492242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/05/tribute-to-motherhood.html' title='A Tribute to Motherhood!'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/Rkd6Z8D7QYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/YZRtFKJYXP8/s72-c/Quilt+lilacs+PortWilliams+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-3737292924756402163</id><published>2007-05-08T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T19:58:06.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fellowship of the Unashamed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is something that puts me to shame. Am I part of this Fellowship? That is for the Lord to judge!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**********************&lt;br /&gt;The Fellowship of the Unashamed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dye has been cast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; The decision has been made. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have stepped over the line.&lt;br /&gt;I won’t look back, let up, slow down, or back away.&lt;br /&gt;My past is redeemed, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my presence makes sense, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my future is secure.&lt;br /&gt;I’m finished and done with low living, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sight walking,small planning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; smooth knees, colorless dreams,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; tamed visions,mundane talking, cheap giving, and dwarfed goals.&lt;br /&gt;I no longer need preeminence, prosperity, position, promotions, plaudits, or popularity.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have to be right, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;first, tops, recognized, praised, regarded or rewarded.&lt;br /&gt;I now live by faith, lean on His presence, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;walk with patience, live by prayer, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and labor with power.&lt;br /&gt;My face is set, my gait is fast, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my goal is Heaven, my road is narrow, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my way is rough, my companions are few,&lt;br /&gt;My Guide is reliable, my mission is clear.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot be bought, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;compromised, detoured,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; lured away, turned back, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;deluded, or delayed.&lt;br /&gt;I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hesitate in the presence of the adversary,&lt;br /&gt;negotiate at the table of the enemy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; ponder at the pool of popularity, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or meander in the maze of mediocrity.&lt;br /&gt;I won’t give up, shut up, or let up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;until I have stayed up, stored up, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;prayed up, paid up, spoken up, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for the cause of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;I am a disciple of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;I must go ‘til He comes, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;give ‘til I drop, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;preach ‘til all will know, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and work ‘til He stops me.&lt;br /&gt;And when HE comes for His own, He will have no trouble recognizing me.&lt;br /&gt;My banner will be clear:&lt;br /&gt;I AM OF THE FELLOWSHIP OF THE UNASHAMED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That is called sacrifice! Many of us are too proud to do this, and not be part of the "in" thing. So, let us do what He tells us, and we will become the Fellowship of the Unashamed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Perennial Pioneer&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/2125119401169090920-3737292924756402163?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/3737292924756402163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=3737292924756402163' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/3737292924756402163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/3737292924756402163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/05/fellowship-of-unashamed.html' title='The Fellowship of the Unashamed!'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-3664653089576661786</id><published>2007-05-08T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T19:46:31.725-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring praises'/><title type='text'>Powerful Praise!</title><content type='html'>Here is something I really like. I hope you will be encouraged by it!&lt;br /&gt;*****************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Powerful Praise!&lt;br /&gt;By S. M. Lockridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My King was born King! The Bible says, " He’s the Seven Way King.&lt;br /&gt;He’s a king of the Jews, that’s a racial King.&lt;br /&gt;He’s a king of Israel, that’s a national King.&lt;br /&gt;He’s the King of Righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;He’s a King of the Ages.&lt;br /&gt;He’s a King of Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;He’s a King of Glory.&lt;br /&gt;He’s the King of Kings and He is the Lord of Lords.&lt;br /&gt;Now, that’s my King.&lt;strong&gt;Well, I wonder, if you know him?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you know him?&lt;/em&gt;Don’t try to mislead me, do you know my King?The Bible says the Heavens declare the glory of God, and the firmament showeth His handiwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My King is the only one whom there is no means of measure can define His unlimited love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No far seeing telescope can bring into visability the coastline of His shore of supplies.&lt;br /&gt;No barriers can hinder Him from pouring out His Blessing.&lt;br /&gt;Well, well, He’s enduringly strong.&lt;br /&gt;He’s entirely sincere.&lt;br /&gt;He’s eternally steadfast.&lt;br /&gt;He’s immortally graceful.&lt;br /&gt;He’s imperially powerful.&lt;br /&gt;He’s impartially merciful. That’s my King!&lt;br /&gt;He’s God’s Son.&lt;br /&gt;He’s the Sinner’s Savior.&lt;br /&gt;He’s the centerpiece of civilization.&lt;br /&gt;He stands alone in Himself.&lt;br /&gt;He’s August.&lt;br /&gt;He’s Unique.&lt;br /&gt;He’s unparalleled.&lt;br /&gt;He’s unprecidented.&lt;br /&gt;He’s supreme.&lt;br /&gt;He’s pre-eminent.&lt;br /&gt;Well, He’s the loftiest idea in literature.&lt;br /&gt;He’s the Highest personality in Philosophy.&lt;br /&gt;He’s the supreme problem in high criticism.&lt;br /&gt;He’s the fundamental doctrine of proved theology.&lt;br /&gt;He’s the cardinal necessity of spiritual religion.&lt;br /&gt;That’s My King!&lt;br /&gt;He’s the miracle of the age.&lt;br /&gt;He’s the superlative of everything good you choose to call Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, He’s the only one able to supply all of our needs simultaneously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;He supplies strength for the weak.&lt;br /&gt;He’s available for the tempted and the tried. He sympathises and he saves. He’s a strong God, and He Guides.&lt;br /&gt;He heals the sick.&lt;br /&gt;He cleanses the lepers.&lt;br /&gt;He forgives sinners.&lt;br /&gt;He discharges debtors.&lt;br /&gt;He delivers the captives.&lt;br /&gt;He defends the feeble.&lt;br /&gt;He blesses the young.&lt;br /&gt;He serves the unfortunate.&lt;br /&gt;He regards the aged.&lt;br /&gt;He rewards the diligent, and He beautifys the meek.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know Him?&lt;br /&gt;Well, my King is the key of knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;He’s the wellspring of wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;He’s the doorway of deliverance.&lt;br /&gt;He’s the pathway of peace.&lt;br /&gt;He’s the roadway of righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;He’s the highway of holiness.&lt;br /&gt;He’s the gateway of glory.&lt;br /&gt;He’s the master of mighty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He’s the captian of the conquerers&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He’s the head of the heroes.&lt;br /&gt;He’s the leader of the legislatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He’s the overseer of the overcomers&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He’s the governor of governors.&lt;br /&gt;He’s the prince of princes.&lt;br /&gt;He’s the King of Kings.&lt;br /&gt;And He is the Lord of Lords.&lt;br /&gt;That’s my King!Yeah! Yeah! That’s my king! My King, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;His office is manifold.&lt;br /&gt;His promise is sure.&lt;br /&gt;His light is matchless.&lt;br /&gt;His goodness is limitless.&lt;br /&gt;His mercy is everlasting.&lt;br /&gt;His love never changes.&lt;br /&gt;His Word is enough.&lt;br /&gt;His grace is sufficient.&lt;br /&gt;His reign is righteous.&lt;br /&gt;His yoke is easy and His burden is light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I wish I could discribe him to you, but He’s indescribable.&lt;/em&gt; He’s indescribable.&lt;br /&gt;Yes. He’s incomprehencable.&lt;br /&gt;He’s invincible.&lt;br /&gt;He’s irrisistable.&lt;br /&gt;I’m coming to tell you, the heavens of heavens cannot contain him, let alone a man explain him.&lt;br /&gt;You can’t get Him out of your mind.&lt;br /&gt;You can’t get him off of your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can’t outlive him, and&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;you can’t live without him.&lt;/strong&gt; That's my KING!!!&lt;br /&gt;Well, Pharisees couldn’t stand him, but they found out, they couldn ‘t stop him.&lt;br /&gt;Pilot couldn’t find any fault in him.&lt;br /&gt;The witnesses couldn’t get their testamonies to agree.&lt;br /&gt;Herod couldn’t kill him.&lt;br /&gt;Death couldn’t handle Him and the grave couldn’t hold Him.&lt;br /&gt;That’s my King! Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He always has been, and he always will be.&lt;br /&gt;I’m talking about He had no predecessor, and He’ll have no successor. There nobody before Him, and there be nobody after him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can’t impeach him, and HE'S NOT GOING TO RESIGN&lt;/strong&gt;! That’s my King! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That’s My King!&lt;br /&gt;Thine is the Kingdom, and the Power and the Glory. Well, all the power belong to my King. We’re around here talking about black power, and white power, and green power, but it’s God’s power. Thine is the Power. Yeah, and the glory! We try to get prestige and honor and glory for ourselves but the glory is all his. Thine is the Kingdom, and the power and the glory, forever, and ever and ever and ever. How long is that? And ever and ever and ever and ever and ever. And when you get through with all of the forevers, then &lt;strong&gt;Amen!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*************************&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AMEN AMEN AMEN!!!!!! HALLELUJAH! HE'S MY KING! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Does that say it enough? I don't know about you, but I would have loved to sit in on that sermon, raising my hands to heaven, in praise!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Perennial Pioneer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2125119401169090920-3664653089576661786?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/3664653089576661786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=3664653089576661786' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/3664653089576661786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/3664653089576661786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/05/powerful-praise.html' title='Powerful Praise!'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-4561421249695352801</id><published>2007-05-05T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T09:43:11.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Time for Quilts!</title><content type='html'>I don't know about any of you, but when I see a quilt, I see artsmanship, and patience! How could anyone spend that much time on something, that would not stay together, with the wear and tear of life! But then I get a comment, that Quilts have been a part of our heritage, for centuries! Caroline Ingalls, made quilts, her daughters Mary and Laura, spent their Sunday afternoons, pieced their pieces, by HAND! Today we have the convenience of a sewing machine. Ma Ingalls didn't get that, until Mary was going off to college, and Laura was getting married! But in Little House in the Big Woods, you hear of Laura making a Bear Paw quilt. What girl has that talent now, of even sitting long enough, let alone sewing by hand, the beautiful quilt I imagine it was, later on.&lt;br /&gt;  Quilts are a part of a grandmother's gift to a granddaughter, on her wedding day. Or a mother, handing down a quilt, from her past. Or finding an antique somewhere in a musty closet. I found a beautiful appliqued quilt, in a closet, that my great great great grandmother made, all by HAND! Amazing! We have it hanging up, in our living room, at this moment. I think that quilts add character to a room.&lt;br /&gt;   Also, quilts have sentimental value. If someone died who was a friend of yours, and the last thing she made for you, was a beautiful log cabin quilt, you would not get rid of it, for the life of you, even if it is not the most decorous thing, to go with your decor. Put it in a small room, where it will be enjoyed by only you, and remember the sweet memories of that person, and the wonderful times. Quilts leave memories, that are hard to forget!&lt;br /&gt;    So, if ever you find a quilt in a closet, don't put it in the thriftstore stuff, put it aside, and if it needs to be repared then repare it. Add your own unique things to it, and make it all yours, retaining the memories. The person whose closet it is, ask them who made it, and if they don't know, then find someone who does. You never know, it might come from the Civil War!&lt;br /&gt;    So, a time for Quilts! Quilts to decorate the bedroom, the living room, the balcony of a home, or, just hang on the wall, somewhere. Do not ignore the simple decor that goes with the quilts. It adds a homeyness to it. God bless those whose hands have made them!&lt;br /&gt;     Perennial Pioneer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2125119401169090920-4561421249695352801?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/4561421249695352801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=4561421249695352801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/4561421249695352801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/4561421249695352801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/05/time-for-quilts.html' title='A Time for Quilts!'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-2458758270209957471</id><published>2007-04-17T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T17:39:36.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Better or for Worse!</title><content type='html'>This month we are talking about the vows made on the wedding day. I have not seen it more clearly, then when my sister Becca married her best friend, Sean. They had been together, since nine months ago, but decided to tie the knot, on April 14th. Well, we celebrated it, but it never struck home to me the importance of for better or for worse, until I realized that it is the integral part of the vows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I would like to share with you, some of the pictures I took at my sister's wedding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/RiVloLZNNFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BIwSMMPZ08w/s1600-h/Becca+and+Sean"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054557897720935506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/RiVloLZNNFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BIwSMMPZ08w/s200/Becca+and+Sean%27s+Wedding+144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of them! Mr. and Mrs. Sean Alexander!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Mr. and Mrs. Alexander with Mr. and Mrs. Mark Hines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/RiVl87ZNNGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fTGzZl00MrA/s1600-h/Becca+and+Sean"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054558254203221090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/RiVl87ZNNGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fTGzZl00MrA/s200/Becca+and+Sean%27s+Wedding+186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark, Sean, Becca, Cheryl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean's Family!&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Dee, Christine(Sean's Mom)Stacy, Becca, Sean, Eisha and Sean's Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/RiVmcbZNNHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/R5vI52jsOj4/s1600-h/Becca+and+Sean"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054558795369100402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/RiVmcbZNNHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/R5vI52jsOj4/s200/Becca+and+Sean%27s+Wedding+195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the reason I have not written for a while. I have been busy, getting ready for Becca's wedding. I hope you will enjoy them, as much as I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perennial Pioneer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be an article later in the month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2125119401169090920-2458758270209957471?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/2458758270209957471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=2458758270209957471' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/2458758270209957471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/2458758270209957471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/04/for-better-or-for-worse.html' title='For Better or for Worse!'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/RiVloLZNNFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BIwSMMPZ08w/s72-c/Becca+and+Sean%27s+Wedding+144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-634915078657096355</id><published>2007-04-02T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T10:56:00.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Here!</title><content type='html'>I have not forgotten you all. I have just been busy. What with my sister getting married and my other sister expecting her first baby, we have been busy around here. I am in the process of writing my next article. Hopefully, God willing, it will be sometime in April or May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure of the title yet, but will have it soon!I Promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perennial Pioneer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2125119401169090920-634915078657096355?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/634915078657096355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=634915078657096355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/634915078657096355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/634915078657096355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/04/still-here.html' title='Still Here!'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-2986975448601591980</id><published>2007-02-21T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T09:37:27.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring out the Lost Arts!</title><content type='html'>She spinneth wool and flax, and worketh willingly with her hands! Proverbs 31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    For my 25th birthday, my dear friend, Katie Adams, took me to a sock knitting class. It is so fun, knitting socks!&lt;br /&gt;Knitting socks, is a lost art, and I am trying to get it back in. It was an important skill for the girls in the old days, in the days of the American Revolution, and earlier. Bringing back the lost arts, I think is part of the works of a Feminine Revolution! The Feminist Movement, wants you to take your life the next level, and make the career of your life, something other then the mundane life of a housewife.&lt;br /&gt;    Another lost art, is that of making soap and candles, for your home. And cooking a meal for the family. Most of the girls I have talked to, do not know how to cook, or sew, or any of the important arts of Femininity!&lt;br /&gt;     I am not saying, that everyone is cut out to knit socks, but I think it is a skill we have not been taught, because our grandmothers, or our mothers, were too busy, working, or just not taught themselves, how to do those things. If you wish to learn these arts, you must find a person doing these classes. Go to a community college, to learn the basic art of cooking, find a woman who knows how to sew, and learn from her, and anyone who knows how to knit, or crochet, learn from her. I know, that these are more worthwhile then learning to be a lawyer, or a associate in a firm, or a secretary to a large business. Find an older lady, who is skilled in the skills you want to know about. The lady I am taking sock knitting classes from, has been knitting them, since she was ten years of age. I think that is great!&lt;br /&gt;      In the time of Laura Ingalls Wilder, Ma Ingalls, sewed all their clothes by hand, including the buttonholes, until Laura was 18 years of age. Then Pa got her a treadle sewing machine, to help her sew clothes for Laura, when she was getting married. But for the first 17 years of Laura’s life, her mother sewed her clothes by hand! What a lost art! Now we barely make the clothes, and when we do, it is usually a poor job!&lt;br /&gt;      Then in the American Girl Collection, Felicity Merriman’s mother, made her clothes by hand, and made Felicity’s ball dress, of blue silk, for her ball. It was a gorgeous dress, and she was escorted by Ben, to the ball. She was considered a lady, then, with such a beautiful dress!&lt;br /&gt;     Most of these arts, I have done. I have made soap, I have sewn(both by hand, and on the machine), I have cooked(still do), and I am now currently knitting socks. By the time I was 10, I have learned to sew on a machine, and make my own clothes. I have not had to buy too many things, because I have made them myself. I still do not know how to make jeans yet, but am in the process of it. Sewing is so much fun, when you see your flat piece of fabric, turn into a beautiful piece of art. Making soap, was a one time venture, but I hope to make some more in the future. I have not as of yet, made candles. I have books for all these arts, some I got from the library book sale, and some from Half.com. I hope to someday have as my skill, helping ladies deliver her babies. And I tell you, it is a wonderful thing to put on your homemaking resume, all of those skills. You never know if you will need to use them again, soon!&lt;br /&gt;      What happened? Did our mothers become lazy, because of the sewing machine? Did they turn to placing rivets, and making weapons for the WW1 effort? The grandmothers who were too old to work out, made the socks at home, for the men who fought in the war, and taught the younger daughters who stayed at home, to knit them too. I think that that is why, the socks are not totally a lost art!The mothers, liked their job so much, as it was a break from the mundane, traditional duty expected of them, that they didn’t learn to come back home, after that! It escalated into women in most of the important offices in the world.&lt;br /&gt;      Hilary Clinton is trying to run for President of the United States! What is she thinking? No woman, no matter how strong she thinks she is, cannot hold the responsibilities of that important office. The stresses, that the president goes through, it not for the constitution of a woman. She is a die hard, Feminist.&lt;br /&gt;      As time went by, the women of this country, made themselves more involved in the lives of men, in a bad way. People think that the Kings of England in the old days were run by the male figure, but it was mostly the woman in their life, that made the kingdom rise or fall. It was because, since the men were not brave enough, the women made their hearts hard, and ruled the country, in their husband’s stead. That is what happened with Ferdinand, and Isabella, William and Mary. No man is different now. Where are the men of valor, the men of the Bible? We were reading of Ahab and Jezebel last night, and it seemed that Ahab was a child, and Jezebel was more his mother, then his wife. She ruled his kingdom, because he moped, and pouted for something he couldn’t have. Pathetic! Let us try not to be a Jezebel!&lt;br /&gt;      We as a new generation, need to make ourselves useful in the lives of men, in a GOOD way! We are to make their lives happy, and be there for them, when they come home from scratching a living in this horrible world! It would not be pleasant for a man to come home, and find his wife gone, and a TV dinner waiting for him, on the counter, to put in the microwave. A man likes a home cooked meal. And he also likes to know, that his sweet smelling wife, with her long flowing dress, and simmering hair, is waiting for him, a sweet smile playing on her rosy lips. She smells of lavender and lilacs, for she has bathed herself in her own home made soap, and she brings out for him, a new pair of socks, she has just knitted for him, and then a cup of fresh brewed coffee, if he drinks it! THIS IS A LOST ART, LADIES! The Lost Art of Homemaking, of staying at home, and making our man’s world the most perfect it could be, with the children happily playing, and you happily smiling. Let us bring back this art, and then, we will dazzle the world, in a way we never imagined would happen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2125119401169090920-2986975448601591980?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/2986975448601591980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=2986975448601591980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/2986975448601591980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/2986975448601591980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/02/bring-out-lost-arts.html' title='Bring out the Lost Arts!'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-7685418374090889040</id><published>2007-02-21T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T09:33:49.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facing the Giants!</title><content type='html'>Preparing for Rain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    If any of you have seen that movie, when it came out on video, on January 30th, need not know what I am talking about.&lt;br /&gt;But for those of you who have not seen it, you need to see it. It is the most powerful movie about following God, and praising Him if you fail, or if you win, then any other football movie you have ever seen. Yes, it is about football, but it is also about an unfailing faith, too. What your relationship is with your Savior!&lt;br /&gt;      I must say, it has made an impact on my life! When I heard the story in there, of the two farmers who prayed for rain, and only one of them went out to prepare his fields, I knew exactly which one believed that God would send the rain. And I realized which one I was! I was the one, who didn’t prepare the fields. And I knew, that I had to prepare for rain! My rain is Marriage, in a big way! And I have not been preparing for it! I feel so ashamed, that I believed that God could do it, but that I was sitting, waiting for it to happen, without preparing! No more!&lt;br /&gt;When the coach of this team, started trusting God for everything, a revival sprang out in the school, and youth started getting saved. This movie is based on a true story! I love true stories! They so inspire you!&lt;br /&gt;      Now, when the title says, " Facing the Giants" it has a dual meaning there! It means, " We have a football team to fight, and also, to fight the giants that are in our lives. The Giants of Disbelief, fear, failure, inadequacy, and just the will to give up, when you could give more!"&lt;br /&gt;All I am saying, you should see this movie. It is family friendly, and even my young siblings, ages 11 to 4, have sat and watched it with us, several times, because it invoked the praise, and adoration of God and Jesus in it. It is a must for your family!&lt;br /&gt;    So, whether you have something big in your life, that you are waiting for, get off your tail, and start preparing for rain! And when the rains come, it might be thundershowers!J And do not get an umbrella, just dance in the rain!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2125119401169090920-7685418374090889040?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/7685418374090889040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=7685418374090889040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/7685418374090889040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/7685418374090889040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/02/facing-giants.html' title='Facing the Giants!'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-5100245068426543029</id><published>2007-01-19T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T09:37:57.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>His Dream Is Your Dream!</title><content type='html'>Instead of what am I going to do for me, think, what is my dad or my Husband's dream? What can I do to help make that dream come true? As you are a young woman still living at home, you are still under his protection, and therefore, his dreams and his goals, should be yours. If he has a dream to go and become a farmer, do not degrade him, help him, by making it possible. If he wants to do a crazy thing, like give up your comfortable life, and become a missionary to some foreign country, encourage him, do not whine and fuss, and say, "All my friends are here!" Make new friends, but keep the old, one is silver and the others gold. Your family should be your bestest of friends. After all, who but they, know you the best? If your Dad has a dream, " We are going to sell the house, and travel around in an RV, and help other christians," then do it. Smile, take what is the most important to you, with you. If you have a desktop computer, sell it and buy a laptop. It is much easier to travel with it, then with a full sized one.Or an outragous dream, I cannot even mention, do not argue with your Dad. You are still under his authority. Stay with it, and you will be rewarded for your efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I know, your dreams of going to college, and getting a career, and an appartment, is a shadow now, but what is more important, College, or family life? If you think college is the most important, then your thoughts are messed up( pardon the word). I do not think that any woman should consider a career, outside of what her father, or husband want her to do.  My Dad has this dream of becoming self suffient, and living off of the land. We have not the resources to do it here, but we are working toward that goal. And his dream, has always been to work for himself. We have also worked toward that too. Now, I have a business, that is keeping me at home, and we are in the process of getting Daddy Home. The thoughts of college, and career, went right out the window. It is a joy to stay at home, and work with those, you are the closest to. My siblings and I, yes we fuss and fight. But I would preferr to learn and sharpen my skills with them, then to be whacked out by the world. I worked in the world, for a time, and let me tell you, I never want to go back. The enviroment is such, that it is disgusting! Do not desire it, to save your life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Well, I hope, even though this is short, that it will be helpful to you. I do not claim to know the answers, but I am just giving you some of my experiences. I have learned alot. I was a messed up kid, when I was in my early teens. I had the worst tantrums a girl could have. I felt unloved, and deprived. I realize now, as my 25th birthday approaches, that it was for my own good, that I had those restrictions, and depravity. My parents cared enough, to see that I learned the valuable lesson of what it means to stay at home. I hope, that in the future, you will consider, everything your parents say, and think, " Should I really be thinking about doing this? Is this what is pleasing to God, and to my Dad? Being unselfish in your younger life, will go a long way for you, in your early adult years. Please girls, I beg you, to stop what you want to do, and start on your Dad's dreams!&lt;br /&gt;   In the path of the Crucified Saviour,&lt;br /&gt;      Perennial Pioneer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2125119401169090920-5100245068426543029?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/5100245068426543029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=5100245068426543029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/5100245068426543029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/5100245068426543029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/01/his-dream-is-your-dream.html' title='His Dream Is Your Dream!'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-4247635504391364304</id><published>2007-01-19T08:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T13:02:34.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keepers at Home</title><content type='html'>Genesis 2:18 says, " It is not good that man should be alone. I will make him an HelpMeet for him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An HelpMeet? Not a partner in the work place, not a comrade in the world? An HelpMeet? We were meant, created by God in the beginning, to be helpmeets? We are not to be the provider, we provide our men with the comfort and sustainment, they need, after fighting in the world, to provide for us.  We are not out working in a job, so that we can get finer things, that our husbands or Dads cannot provide us with. Maybe we were not meant to have those things?! And instead of being gone when he comes home, you are setting the table for dinner, the children are happily playing or doing their chores, all have smiles on their faces, because Mom or Big Sister were home, making sure that they grow up strong, to fight the foes of this world, like Daddy does. We can be business women, but from our home. My Mom is the manager of our homebusiness, yet she manages her home, too. She also helps my Dad with his hopes and dreams. She is a domestic Entrepenuer! And quite an inspiration for me. Proverbs 31:10 says, " Who can find a virtuous woman? For her worth is far above rubies? I don't know about you, but I would like to be just that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titus 2 says, "That the older women teach the younger women, to be sober,  to love their husbands, to love their children, to be descreet, chaste, good,  keepers at home, obedient to their own husbands, that the word of God be not blasphemed."Why are they then telling them, to go to college, and get a carreer? Is a keeper at home not good enough? Why are they not following the instructions of Paul? Please answer me that? Is it because we have forgotten our true purpose and the reason for our existance, and we try to measure up to the equality of men? We are to be the weaker vessels!  Yes, I know, that men are not men anymore. But you are not helping any. Let the company fall if it has to, for the man to see that you are no longer in charge.    To me, sober means, responcible. And then to love their husbands. That is clear, and to love their children, no question about that. To be discreet. Now that is a tough one. What is discreet? It is to be quiet, to be shy, and to let the men be the talkers, and the movers. Chaste, hmm? I think that means, to stand back, and let the man be the leader, and to not draw attention to yourself. My job as a daughter of the King, is to be at home, and serve my family. 1 Peter 2:9 says, " For ye are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God's own people; that ye should shew forth the praises of Him who hath called you  out of darkness into his marvelous light: which in times past were not a people, but are now the People of God: which had  not obtained mercy, but now have obtained mercy." That verse sounds of sweet music to my ear. And there is another verse in Psalms saying, The kings daughter is all glorious within the palace.Psalms 45:13." I would love to be all glorious. This is not an earthly pride, but that of shewing my King's glory. I purposed from then and there, to start thinking of my life, as very valuable and instrumental in getting fellow princesses back on the road to pleasing and helping my King.&lt;br /&gt;There is a saying, Behind every great man, is a great woman." That is so true. But notice, is says behind every great man, is a great woman. Not in front of him. Good, means to be good. You make your own definition of that one.  Keepers at home, now that is a tough one. Most often, the women say, " Oh, I am a keeper at home. I cook, clean, and raise my children. But it is more then just that. If the woman says she's a keeper at home, and yet, spends most of her time, on the road, or in town shopping, then she is not a keeper at home. She is a gadabout. A keeper at home, keeps at home, or stays at home. If she does need to go somewhere, for groceries or clothes, then she must conclude her business as quickly as possible, and get right back home. You have a man to care for. Do not waste your time talking with friends, and neglecting your family. Obedient to their own husbands. Yes, it means in everything. I do not mean, when you feel like it, or if it suits your purpose. EVERYTHING! Including if he says, " I don't want to go to church no more." You and the children stay at home, and be a good wife. God honors an obedient wife rather then a disrespectful worshipper.We do not want to be blasphemers of the Word of God. He says, THe husbands will be won by the conduct of the wives.This applies to the daughters as well. If your Dad says, " I do not want you to go to see that movie, it could be harmful to your soul." Do you say, " Well, I am an adult now. I can handle anything. He cannot tell me what to do, anymore." He is your protector, while you remain unmarried, and he wants your soul to be secure and sweet, until the day you give yourself to the man of your dreams. I have fallen short of this so often. I am human too. But that is no excuse. Or if he says, " Go change. You look like a harlot." Do not argue with him. Think about it, what he may be saying is true. He is just protecting you, shielding you from unfriendly eyes. Too many girls have been very badly hurt, and you know why, because they didn't listen to the warnings of their fathers, when they told them to change. So, please, listen to the words of a caring Princess, and listen to your men!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2125119401169090920-4247635504391364304?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/4247635504391364304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=4247635504391364304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/4247635504391364304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/4247635504391364304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/01/keepers-at-home.html' title='Keepers at Home'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2125119401169090920.post-210414620711451448</id><published>2007-01-18T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T13:44:19.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salutation to you!</title><content type='html'>Greetings to you, from the Perennial Pioneer! The Perennial Pioneer means Enduring and Preparing for others to follow!&lt;br /&gt; God has laid it on my heart, to make this a published e-letter, to encourage and guide you on your path to womanhood.&lt;br /&gt;   We as princesses need to show the dying and lost world, what a True Daughter of a King, is made of. She is full of grace, meekness, humility, honor toward her earthly father, modest in spirit, and physically.  She must try not to attract attention unnessisarily to herself, and to alsways put her King's will before her own. His desires, his wants as a King, a need to reflect the face of our Heavenly Father. We are the glory of our father. We are the Polished Cornerstones and Pillars in our King's Kingdom. Let us reflect his glory and Greatness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past, I had problems. My life was unsure. I had graduated from highschool homeschool, at the age of 19, and I had nothing else to do. I knew that it was wrong for me to get a job out of the home but I knew, that if I did, it would be my choice, not my parents.  I had asked myself, " What am I going to do with my life?" Many of you have experienced that. Well, I asked myself that, and I didn't like the answer God gave me. I was told, that going to college and getting a job, would be unwise for my already fragile faith in God. But as a typical human being, I didn't listen to the still small voice of God.&lt;br /&gt;    I got a job at a local grocery store. What a horrible mistake that was! I had persecution from both sides, and I couldn't handle it. I quit working after a few months, because my health was getting bad, but also because I found out my boss was Gay. I couldn't work for a man, who didn't honor the natural creation of why he was made. I heard the voice say again say, "  I have a perfect work for you, a better work. You just need to trust me!" So, I trusted him.  I had learned that the job I had was not helping me find my life, but distroying it.  I had to find a different way. Surely God didn't mean for me to be idle, and sit around at home, doing nothing important. I thought I had heard a voice telling me it was ok, that getting a job, and going to college, would be good for me, that it was part of God's Plan.&lt;br /&gt;   My family worked in a homebusiness for a while, and I began to be the integral hub for the business. My sisters and I had started it, as a pocketmoney business, so that we would not have to have a job in the world. I got greedy and wanted more spending money. So I got a job. I learned my lesson. Now both my younger sisters are out of the home, one married and expecting their first baby, and another one engaged to be married, had been the main helpers in the business. Now, since they have left, my only choice was to get a job. I couldn't work the business by myself. Or could I? I felt I didn't have the strength for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My inner thoughts were, " I will never become someone great, if I don't go to college and do something, that will help impact the world." I started to think, and for a long time listened to the inner voice I thought was the Lord. It led me down a dangerous and dark path full of trouble, and yet attractive to a floundering princess. I started to wear clothes taht were college oriented. Pants, sleeveless shirts, cutting my hair short. I was ready to go! I even got my Placement test don, so that I could see where I needed to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But an inner voice, began to whisper in the still small voice. It said, " This is not what I have planned for you. I have something far greater than you can imagine" I sat and asked, " Is what I am doing, in accordance with God's will? After all, I am single, and have nothing else to do. And besides, how am I to met my Prince Charming, if I don't go to college?"&lt;br /&gt;    Well, in October, after a long visit to my Dad's brother's house, I was depressed. The strings of the world were pulling on me one way, and the whisper of the Lord was pulling me the other. I felt like I was on a rack, and they were stretching me. I cried out to the Lord, " Show me Your Will!&lt;br /&gt;    One day, a dear friend, whom I value very highly, suggested my Mom listen to a CD on Virtuous Daughters. My Mom did, and she liked it so much, she begged me to listen to it. I took the CD, and set it on the shelf. I was not ready for anything, of that kind, yet I had asked the Lord to show me His will. I was waiting for a word from Him. How blind I was to assume, I would hear just from Him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I was making bread one morning, and a thought came to me, " I am tired of listening to my country music and praise music. Why don't I listen to that CD Mom wanted me to." So I took it out to the kitchen(we have a licenced kitchen) and plugged it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I thank my King to this day, for the blessing of that CD.It changed my perspective on what my role as a Princess. For the first time in my 25 short years, I knew my purpose for being here. I was not to seek a carreer in the world, or try to the be most popular person in the world. That is the mind of the women of the world, the Feminists, who think they have rights to do exactly the same as men. Get a job, work to provide, because your husband or Dad is not earning enough for your needs. Get a degree, so that you can prove you are not worthless. They are the ones, deceived by the Devil, who said that a keeper at home, was worthless. I pray this will help you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   My job as a Daughter of  a King is to be at hom, and serve my family. 1 Peter 2:9 says, " For ye are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God's own people; that ye should shew for the praises of Him who hath called you out of darkness into his marvelous light:which in times past were not a people, but are now the People of God: which had not obtained mercy but now have obtained mercy." That verse spoke to me of the fact, " As I am of a royal household, I am to shew forth the praises of Him who called me out of darkness. And there is another verse, in the book of Psalms, that says, " the King's daugher is all glorious within the palace. Psalm 45:13. I love to be all glorious This is not an earthly pride, but that of shewing my King's beauty, and glory. I purposed from then and there, to start thinking of my life, as a very valuable and instrumental in getting fellow princesses back on the path to pleasing and serving our King!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next topic will be on Keepers at Home! Please stay tuned next week!&lt;br /&gt;God bless you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Perennial Pioneer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2125119401169090920-210414620711451448?l=perennialpioneer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/feeds/210414620711451448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2125119401169090920&amp;postID=210414620711451448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/210414620711451448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2125119401169090920/posts/default/210414620711451448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perennialpioneer.blogspot.com/2007/01/salutation-to-you.html' title='Salutation to you!'/><author><name>Laura H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00544350615848024766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqK1k_k3-YY/R5P-ttiCspI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gGkRVM_MTqs/S220/PICT0606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
