<?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-733434371692211182</id><updated>2011-09-28T15:11:26.484+01:00</updated><category term='salvation'/><category term='mother&apos;s day'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='children'/><category term='Second Coming'/><category term='Abiding in Christ'/><category term='prayer request'/><category term='etc.'/><category term='plants'/><category term='song'/><category term='church news'/><category term='Poem'/><category term='ministry news'/><category term='devotional'/><category term='Spiritual Strength'/><category term='question list'/><category term='weight watchers'/><category term='book review'/><category term='flowers'/><category term='stories'/><category term='Christmas Poem'/><category term='the blood'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='family news'/><category term='poems'/><category term='England'/><title type='text'>Treasures of the Heart</title><subtitle type='html'>"A good man out of the good treasure of the heart bringeth forth good things . . . ." Matthew 12:35a KJV</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>127</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-8604106811593837513</id><published>2011-03-10T12:27:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-03-10T12:43:42.463Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>I'll Give Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'LL GIVE MYSELF&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Tune: Amazing Grace)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Amazing Grace how sweet the sound,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;To those who know the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But what of those who still are bound,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And do not have His Word?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The many dangers, toils and snares,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Through which we daily go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Are nothing much when they compare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;With what the heathen know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ten thousand years to sing His praise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Bright shining as the sun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;While lost men suffer endless days,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Their torment never done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Since grace has meant so much to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What would it mean to them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'll give myself, Oh, Lord, to thee,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;To bring thy grace to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was looking through some old papers and found this song.  I'm sure it came from a mission conference we were in somewhere.  The words are potent and hit home to the fact that their are so many lost souls what don't know or understand what the grace of God can do for them and how it can change their lives so remarkably.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm thankful for grace, how about you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Until the Shout,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sis. Tammy&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/733434371692211182-8604106811593837513?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/8604106811593837513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=8604106811593837513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/8604106811593837513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/8604106811593837513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2011_03_01_archive.html#8604106811593837513' title='I&apos;ll Give Myself'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-3429356760911241514</id><published>2011-02-09T12:19:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-02-09T13:54:02.228Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devotional'/><title type='text'>Abide In Christ Day 9</title><content type='html'>I had been reading this book and it was such a blessing, but being busy and all, I set it aside.  I almost feel like I need to start all over again.  It is a good, yet &lt;b&gt;very &lt;/b&gt;deep book.  It's not just one that you can skim over and go on.  You have to really take your time and think about what it's saying in order to grasp the meaning.  I really wish that I could put the whole days devotion here because it is &lt;b&gt;all &lt;/b&gt;so good, but that would take up a lot of space.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abide in Christ-Day 9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;As your sanctification"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"But of him are ye in Christ Jesus, who of God is made unto us wisdom,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;and righteousness, and sanctification, and redemption."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I Corinthians 1:30 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Christ is made of God unto us sanctification.  Holiness is the very nature of God, and &lt;i&gt;that alone is holy which God takes possession of and fills with Himself.  &lt;b&gt;"And for their sakes  I sanctify Myself, that they also might be sanctified through the truth" (John 17:19).  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To illustrate this relationship between the measure of the abiding and the measure of sanctification experienced, let us think of the grafting of a tree, that instructive symbol of our union to Jesus.  The illustration is suggested by the Saviour's words, &lt;i style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;"... make the tree good, and his fruit good..."(Matt 12:33)&lt;/i&gt;.  I can graft so that only a single branch bears good fruit, while many of the natural branches remain, and bear their old fruit -- a type of believer in whom a small part of the life is sanctified, but in whom, from ignorance or other reasons, the carnal life still in many respects has full dominion.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can graft a tree so that every branch is cut off, and the whole tree becomes renewed to bear good fruit; and yet, unless I watch over the tendency of the stems to give sprouts, they may again rise and grow strong, and, robbing the new graft of the strength it needs, make it weak.  Such are Christians who, when apparently powerfully converted, forsake all to follow Christ, and yet after at time, through unwatchfulness, allow old habits to regain their power, and whose Christian life and fruit are but feeble.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But if I want a tree wholly made good, I take it when young, and, cutting the stem clean off on the ground, I graft it just where it emerges from the soil.  I watch over every bud which the old nature could possibly put forth, until the flow of sap from the old roots into the new stem is so complete that the old life has, as it were, been entirely conquered and covered by the new.  Here I have a tree entirely renewed -- emblem of the Christian who has learnt in entire consecration to surrender everything for Christ, and in a wholehearted faith wholly to abide in Him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Christian, fear not to claim God's promises to make you holy.  Listen not to the suggestion that the corruption of your old nature would rend holiness an impossibility.  In your flesh dwells no good thing, and that flesh, though crucified with Christ, is not yet dead, but will continually seek to rise and lead you to evil.  But the Father is the Husbandman.  He has grafted the life of Christ on your life.  That holy life is mightier than your evil life; under the watchful care of the Husbandman, that new life can keep down the workings of the evil life within you.  The evil nature is there, with its unchanged tendency to rise up and show itself.  But the new nature is there too -- the living Christ, your sanctification, is there -- and through Him all your powers can be sanctified as they rise into life, and be made to bear fruit to the glory of the Father.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~By Andrew Murray~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And this is only a small portion of the days devotion.  Can you see what I mean about being so good, yet so deep?  This is what I call '&lt;b&gt;good stuff'&lt;/b&gt;.  Amen and Amen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Until the Shout,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-3429356760911241514?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/3429356760911241514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=3429356760911241514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/3429356760911241514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/3429356760911241514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2011_02_01_archive.html#3429356760911241514' title='Abide In Christ Day 9'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-1759755025419416020</id><published>2011-02-06T16:59:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-06T17:18:16.237Z</updated><title type='text'>James</title><content type='html'>This is the year of the Bible (400th anniversary) and as a family we are endeavouring to memorize the book of James. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is so important to hide His Word in our hearts.  We are taking 2 verses a week and working on them.  It has been fun doing this as a family.  We have gotten up to verse 6 completed.  This week we start on verses 7-8.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;James 1:1-6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;James, a servant of God and of the Lord Jesus Christ, to the twelve tribes which are scattered abroad, greeting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;My brethren, count it all joy when ye fall into divers temptations;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Knowing this, that the trying of your faith worketh patience.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;But let patience have her perfect work, that ye may be perfect and entire, wanting nothing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraided not; and it shall be given him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;But let him ask in faith, nothing wavering.  For he that wavereth is like a wave of the sea driven with the wind and tossed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My husband went to a Christian High School and in order for them to graduate all the seniors had to memorize this book.  He has forgotten a lot of it, so we are all pretty much on even ground (excluding the fact that children's brains work faster than ours, lol).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm really enjoying it and pray that most of it will stay with me after this is done.  I reckon I'll just have to keep repeating it for how ever many years the Lord gives us on this earth!  Hahahaha   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, time for church . . . be in your place!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Until the Shout,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sis. Tammy&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/733434371692211182-1759755025419416020?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/1759755025419416020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=1759755025419416020&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/1759755025419416020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/1759755025419416020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2011_02_01_archive.html#1759755025419416020' title='James'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-6778398463218342585</id><published>2011-02-03T20:07:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-03T20:17:37.201Z</updated><title type='text'>Answer to Prayer</title><content type='html'>I'm so thankful that I serve a God who answers prayer!  Yes, sometimes it's a NO.  Yes, sometimes it's a WAIT.  Yes, sometimes it's a YES, but He always answers.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are often bad about given our Lord the credit that is due Him.   Just because the answer is not necessarily what we want, doesn't mean that He is not concerned about us.  He is concerned enough that He will do what is best even when it isn't what we want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad that the Lord saw fit to answer a specific prayer that I had for someone else.  Only the Lord knows how burdened my heart has been these last months, but I do praise Him for the victory, no matter how big or small.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until the Shout,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-6778398463218342585?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/6778398463218342585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=6778398463218342585&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/6778398463218342585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/6778398463218342585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2011_02_01_archive.html#6778398463218342585' title='Answer to Prayer'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-3985528479167242750</id><published>2011-02-02T01:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-02T01:31:15.837Z</updated><title type='text'>CT Townsend - I have been blessed</title><content type='html'>&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heard this song today and I just want to say . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I HAVE BEEN BLESSED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Qqh8s-A-EmE?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-3985528479167242750?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/3985528479167242750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=3985528479167242750&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/3985528479167242750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/3985528479167242750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2011_02_01_archive.html#3985528479167242750' title='CT Townsend - I have been blessed'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Qqh8s-A-EmE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-1758947279582875670</id><published>2011-02-01T18:24:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-01T18:32:29.678Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family news'/><title type='text'>Busy!</title><content type='html'>Today, I have been glossing the skirting boards (base boards) and doors in the kitchen.  After that I worked on getting the dining room put back together.  Still have a few things I need to hang up and a mirror to get to go over the piano, but it's coming along.  I have to finish glossing in the hallway and up the stairs.  Should be interesting.  NOT!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometime soon I have to redo Rebekah's room and then work on the bathrooms at church.  I have a good bit of stuff that I'm taking to the church to use in the bathrooms to 'pretty' them up a bit. It's just all go at the moment.  When I get the house put back together I will post the before and after shots!  Should prove interesting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until the Shout,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-1758947279582875670?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/1758947279582875670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=1758947279582875670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/1758947279582875670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/1758947279582875670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2011_02_01_archive.html#1758947279582875670' title='Busy!'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-6808121165393109321</id><published>2011-01-29T23:59:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-30T00:22:39.317Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family news'/><title type='text'>What a day!</title><content type='html'>Today started well and has ended well, but the in between was a bit of a bumpy ride.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You just can't trust some people in this day and time.  We bought a used hoover (vacuum) through ebay about 2 weeks  We used it once, then I was busy painting and with everything gathered in the middle of the rooms I didn't have the time to try it again.  The woman kept pressuring Roger to put feedback on, so after trying it we did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today as I was trying to put the living room back together it started to smell and make funny noises, then just died.  It stunk up the entire house.  I looked through all the hoses and nothing was clogging it (although I knew that already).  I took the filter off and the black foam at the bottom was all tore up and mostly missing.  I'm wondering if it got sucked into the inside somehow and messed it up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We contacted the woman and she was very nasty.  Basically said it was our problem.  It sure isn't nice how unscrupulous people are, especially when you pay for something and it works all of about 10 minutes.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Evidently once you put feedback on there you can't change it.  We definitely won't ever be pressured like that again.  We will reserve judgment until after we've had time to properly have a look at the item and get some use out of it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in all that, I'm glad the Lord knows and He sees all.  He'll take care of it.  We have a friend who has a friend that is going to look at it and see if he can fix it.  Wouldn't that be a blessing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learning Lessons,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-6808121165393109321?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/6808121165393109321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=6808121165393109321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/6808121165393109321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/6808121165393109321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#6808121165393109321' title='What a day!'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-4500165314350348316</id><published>2011-01-28T09:36:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-28T09:44:49.412Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family news'/><title type='text'>Glossing</title><content type='html'>Well, it looks like today is going to be spent doing the glossing or rather trying to get it all finished.  My house is a total wreck and has been for about 3 weeks now.  It looks like we are moving, UGH! And in some ways that might have been easier.  LOL&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the furniture in the living room and dining room is shoved to the middle of the room and we have only a love seat that is available to sit on.  The poor kids have been having to eat sitting on the floor since Thursday!  I'll take some pictures and post them.  I'll try to make sure I get some before and after shots.  Like, before the clean-up and after!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only major downside, well other than it being a mess, is that I rolled the cabinet in the dining room that holds school test and records 'under' the table to keep it from getting messed up and now Rebekah is having to go ahead in her other PACE's and come back to 1 of 2 tests.  I'm praying she doesn't forget it all.  Hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope everyone has a good and godly day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until the Shout,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-4500165314350348316?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/4500165314350348316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=4500165314350348316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/4500165314350348316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/4500165314350348316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#4500165314350348316' title='Glossing'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-1956586542848686155</id><published>2011-01-27T12:54:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-27T13:25:46.475Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devotional'/><title type='text'>Hope In Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Psalms 39:7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"And now, Lord, what wait I for? My hope is in thee."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hope is a wonderful thing.  It gives courage for some to go on, strength in hard times and so much, much more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The definition of hope:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;to wish for something with expectation of its fulfillment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to have confidence; trust.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to look forward to with confidence or expectation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to expect and desire&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;something that is hoped for or desired.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;one that is a source of or reason for hope.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I put in bold the definition for today.  I am so thankful that my hope is in the Lord-one that is a source of or reason for hope.  Many times things/people come and go, switch and tur, but &lt;b&gt;GOD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;is always there (&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hebrews 13:5b- "I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;).  He is a friend that sticks closer than any brother/sister/father/mother ever could.  He's a faithful friend &amp;amp; confidante!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am wondering today what you are putting your hope in?  Is it true and loving Lord or is it in a sin-sick and disillusioned world?  Jesus is our only hope.  We put our trust in so many different things and people then, when they fail, we are disappointed, frustrated and angry; but God is worthy of our trust.  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Psalms 118:8&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; says, &lt;i style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;"It is better to trust in the Lord than to put confidence in man"&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Being as how God is perfect, how can He fail?  I'm glad that I have put my hope in a righteous and holy God that I know will always do what is best for me instead of trying to rely on myself, someone or something else.   Because at the end of the day I am just flesh and bone and I will &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;fail, others will fail me (not necessarily on purpose, but they too are made of the same flesh as I am), situations &amp;amp; circumstances will fail me, &lt;b&gt;BUT MY JESUS WILL NEVER FAIL!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How about you today, what or who are you really trusting in?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Until the Shout,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-1956586542848686155?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/1956586542848686155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=1956586542848686155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/1956586542848686155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/1956586542848686155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#1956586542848686155' title='Hope In Him'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-3824411103314398420</id><published>2011-01-26T13:36:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-26T14:25:44.184Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family news'/><title type='text'>Hi!</title><content type='html'>The New Year has started with a flurry of paint!  Yes, I said paint.  I've been painting the interior of the house for a few weeks.  Other than having to redo Rebekah's room and sort out the glossing it should be finished this week.  Next week, glossing and etc.  Then to clean the carpets.  Spring cleaning will be finished early at the Tooley house.  YAY!  Hahahaha  Make that 'winter' cleaning.  But, it all needs done and no time like the present, right?  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roger and I have started our diets.  So far so good (well, it &lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt; only the first day, lol).  It is called the Metabolism Miracle.  It is similar to Adkins, but it is a temporary jump start for the first 8 weeks.  They use the rule 5X5.  No more than 5 carbs every 5 hours.  After the first 8 weeks you can start to had things back into your diet.  Instead of your pancreas having to produce and give out insulin to make your body burn those carbs, it uses the stored fat for energy instead.  If your body gets more than those 5 carbs in that digestive time limit the pancreas has to work and use insulin, but as long as it is under that then we use excess fat.  This helps to boost the use of your metabolism.  Where before it didn't have to, now it does.  We have quite a few friends that are doing it and they have really done well on it, soooooooo  . . . here we go.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until the Shout,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-3824411103314398420?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/3824411103314398420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=3824411103314398420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/3824411103314398420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/3824411103314398420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#3824411103314398420' title='Hi!'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-6248157005681272989</id><published>2010-12-03T21:18:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-12-03T22:02:31.342Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family news'/><title type='text'>Busy, Busy, Busy</title><content type='html'>This month is proving to be a VERY busy time.  It usually is hectic, but this is bordering on crazy.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to just put up our schedule for this month.  I'll probably be referring to it myself so that I can keep up with what is going on.  LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;December Calender:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;        1st-  Decorated the church for Christmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;        3rd- Decorated the house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;        4th- Carol Service at Orchard House Care Home and then a few of the ladies at church and I are going to a Ladies meeting in Newbury.  I am the guest speaker and also have to play the piano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;       5th-Regular service plus the Carol Service at the Willow's Care Home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;       6th- Meeting friends for Christmas shopping in Milton Keynes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      11th- Karate Grading&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      12th- Carol Service at church plus our annual   Church Christmas Party after the service.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      14th- Home schooling Christmas party in Birmingham.  I am making Christmas Tea and Buckey Bars with the older students.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      19th- Candle Light Service in the evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, after just typing that I'm tired.  Off to relax and enjoy some ice-cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas Blessings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-6248157005681272989?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/6248157005681272989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=6248157005681272989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/6248157005681272989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/6248157005681272989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#6248157005681272989' title='Busy, Busy, Busy'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-9138798738890985581</id><published>2010-11-29T23:35:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-11-30T00:03:20.628Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family news'/><title type='text'>9 &amp; Counting</title><content type='html'>I know it has been awhile, things have just been crazy.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a family that has just moved over here and they have 9 children.  Yes, you read that right, I said, "They have 9 children".  They are a sweet family and they didn't have anywhere to go so we gave our house to them and we stayed with a friend around the corner.  It was fun and interesting. LOL  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know that we have ever had that many people in our home at once, well maybe for the church BB-Q, but never to sleep!  The friends we were staying with came for dinner on Thursday night and there was a total of 18 people and 1 dog in this little house at once.  Not sure if it was organized or not but it was a bit like chaos.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the house is all clean and tomorrow while my husband takes the children to a home-school get together (he has to go anyway, he's preaching the chapel service), I'll be home trying to get the mountain of sheets &amp;amp; towels laundered.  Not to mention the normal laundry.  Oh how I miss my American washer &amp;amp; dryer.  :-(    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In between loads of laundry I will be using the quiet of the house to finish up my studying for a ladies meeting I was asked to speak at on Saturday.  Pray the Lord would use this feeble one for His glory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so glad that the Lord gives us opportunities to serve Him.  Remember, you never know when you are entertaining 'angels unawares'!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many blessings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-9138798738890985581?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/9138798738890985581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=9138798738890985581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/9138798738890985581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/9138798738890985581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html#9138798738890985581' title='9 &amp; Counting'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-3249500391037718144</id><published>2010-08-28T12:44:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T13:13:44.308+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort!</title><content type='html'>I just want to "Thank" the Lord for His comfort and grace. When the way seems dark and no light is in sight, I'm glad that my God is there and He cares. He loves me enough to feel what I feel and to hurt when I hurt. He sends a special balm for the soul and comfort for the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The God of all Comfort&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;When angry storms around me rage,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Life's greatest trials I must face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;My ship is tossed, seems all will be lost,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Then the God of all comfort, speaks peace to my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;CHORUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;When the God of all comfort, speaks peace to my soul;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Rough seas are calmed, the winds cease to blow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;No matter how dark may be the night, everything will be alright;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;When the God of all comfort, speaks peace to my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;When a broken heart leaves me hurting inside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Like rain my tears, fall through the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;His voice I hear, "There's no reason to fear,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;When the God of all comfort, speaks peace to my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resting in His comforting arms,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-3249500391037718144?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/3249500391037718144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=3249500391037718144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/3249500391037718144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/3249500391037718144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html#3249500391037718144' title='Comfort!'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-9168209840327535983</id><published>2010-08-23T13:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T16:04:35.469+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears Are A Language</title><content type='html'>This song has been a blessing to me today.  I honestly did not know a person had that many tears in them and the sad part is . . . . they are not gone yet.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tears Are A Language&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Often you've wondered why tears come into your eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And burdens seem to be much more than I can stand;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But God is standing near, He sees your falling tears,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tears are a language God understands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chorus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God sees the tears of a broken hearted soul,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He sees your tears and hears them when they fall;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God weeps along with man and takes him by the hand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tears are a language God understands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When grief has left you low, it causes tears to flow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Things have not turned out the way that you had planned;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But God won't forget you, His promises are true,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tears are a language God understands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so glad that the Holy Spirit make intercession for us in times when we can not pray or just don't know what to say or do and can only cry.  He interprets each tear and turns them to prayers and I'm soooo thankful that He does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asking for His strength,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-9168209840327535983?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/9168209840327535983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=9168209840327535983&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/9168209840327535983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/9168209840327535983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html#9168209840327535983' title='Tears Are A Language'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-5729404773871733367</id><published>2010-07-31T22:23:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T22:29:06.324+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family news'/><title type='text'>Hi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;I know it has been a few months.  Sorry!  We were on furlough from April 12th - July 15th.  Had a wonderful, but busy time.  I wish now that I had taken the time to update my blog, what an interesting tale that would have been . . . LOL.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Hoping to upload some pictures soon!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Until the Shout,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-5729404773871733367?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/5729404773871733367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=5729404773871733367&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/5729404773871733367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/5729404773871733367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2010_07_01_archive.html#5729404773871733367' title='Hi!'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-6645481729832446877</id><published>2010-04-20T21:48:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T22:00:15.688+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>To My Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;THINGS I CAN AND CAN NOT DO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can share your life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I cannot live for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can teach you things,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I cannot make you learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can give you directions,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I cannot always lead you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can allow you freedom,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I cannot account for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can teach you to worship,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I cannot make you believe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can teach you right from wrong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I cannot decide for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can give you love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I cannot force it upon you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can teach you to share,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I cannot make you unselfish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can teach you respect,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I cannot force you to show honour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can tell you the facts of life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I cannot build your reputation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can tell you about lofty goals,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I cannot achieve them for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can teach you to obey,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I cannot answer for your actions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can warn you about sins,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I cannot make your morals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can love you as my child,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I cannot place you in God's family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can teach you about Jesus,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I cannot make Him your Saviour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can teach you about prayer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I cannot make you pray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can tell you how to live,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I cannot give you eternal life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~AUTHOR UNKNOWN~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 23:19~ "Hear thou, my son, and be wise, and guide thine heart in the way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY WE AS PARENTS AND GRANDPARENTS UNDERSTAND THE IMPORTANCE OF GIVING OUR CHILDREN WHAT TRULY MATTERS . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;JESUS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;INSTRUCTION FROM GOD'S WORD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AN EXAMPLE TO LIVE BY&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Until the Shout,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-6645481729832446877?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/6645481729832446877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=6645481729832446877&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/6645481729832446877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/6645481729832446877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#6645481729832446877' title='To My Child'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-4379953039224122977</id><published>2010-03-29T22:42:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T22:53:09.800+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>God's Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There once was a man named George Thomas, pastor in a small New England town. One Easter Sunday morning he came to the Church carrying a rusty, bent, old bird cage, and set it by the pulpit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eyebrows were raised and, as if in response, Pastor Thomas began to speak....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I was walking through town yesterday when I saw a young boy coming toward me swinging this bird cage. On the bottom of the cage were three little wild birds, shivering with cold and fright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I stopped the lad and asked, "What do you have there, son?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Just some old birds," came the reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"What are you going to do with them?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Take 'em home and have fun with 'em," he answered. "I'm gonna tease 'em and pull out their feathers to make 'em fight. I'm gonna have a real good time.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"But you'll get tired of those birds sooner or later. What will you do then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Oh, I got some cats," said the little boy. "They like birds. I'll take 'em to them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The pastor was silent for a moment. "How much do you want for those birds, son?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Huh?? !!! Why, you don't want them birds, mister. They're just plain old field&lt;br /&gt;birds. They don't sing. They ain't even pretty!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"How much?" the pastor asked again. The boy sized up the pastor as if he were crazy and said, "$10?"&lt;br /&gt;The pastor reached in his pocket and took out a ten dollar bill. He placed it in the boy's hand. In a flash, the boy was gone. The pastor picked up the cage and gently carried it to the end of the alley where there was a tree and a grassy spot. Setting the cage down, he opened the door, and by softly tapping the bars persuaded the birds out, setting them free. Well, that explained the empty bird cage on the pulpit, and then the pastor began to tell this story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One day Satan and Jesus were having a conversation. Satan had just come from the Garden of Eden, and he was gloating and boasting. "Yes, sir, I just caught a world full of people down there. Set me a trap, used bait I knew they couldn't resist. Got 'em all!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"What are you going to do with them?" Jesus asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Satan replied, "Oh, I'm gonna have fun! I'm gonna teach them how to marry and divorce each other, how to hate and abuse each other, how to drink and smoke and curse. I'm gonna teach them how to invent guns and bombs and kill each other. I'm really gonna have fun!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"And what will you do when you are done with them?" Jesus asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Oh, I'll kill 'em," Satan glared proudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"How much do you want for them?" Jesus asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Oh, you don't want those people. They ain't no good. Why, you'll take them and they'll just hate you. They'll spit on you, curse you and kill you. You don't want those people!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"How much? He asked again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Satan looked at Jesus and sneered, "All your blood, tears and your life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jesus said, "DONE!" Then He paid the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The pastor picked up the cage and walked from the pulpit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He did it all for me and you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Until the Shout,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-4379953039224122977?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/4379953039224122977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=4379953039224122977&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/4379953039224122977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/4379953039224122977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#4379953039224122977' title='God&apos;s Grace'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-3411467565779064779</id><published>2010-02-18T13:38:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-02-18T13:44:46.309Z</updated><title type='text'>15 Years!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRPt52r1Xoo/S31DpqTypmI/AAAAAAAAACU/t8glrzc8-p4/s1600-h/Roger+and+Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439578307944425058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRPt52r1Xoo/S31DpqTypmI/AAAAAAAAACU/t8glrzc8-p4/s320/Roger+and+Me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;HAPPY 15th ANNIVERSARY, HONEY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;YOUR THE BEST&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looking forward to the next 15, if they are as interesting &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as the first it shouldn't be dull!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-3411467565779064779?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/3411467565779064779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=3411467565779064779&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/3411467565779064779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/3411467565779064779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#3411467565779064779' title='15 Years!'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRPt52r1Xoo/S31DpqTypmI/AAAAAAAAACU/t8glrzc8-p4/s72-c/Roger+and+Me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-492662037297704293</id><published>2010-01-26T15:19:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:27:46.943Z</updated><title type='text'>When You Thought I Wasn't Looking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A message every adult should read because children are watching you and doing what you do, not as you say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRPt52r1Xoo/S18I-e9BOnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/kTKBsVsIj24/s1600-h/children1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431069545186015858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRPt52r1Xoo/S18I-e9BOnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/kTKBsVsIj24/s320/children1.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you hang my&lt;br /&gt;first painting on the refrigerator, and I immediately&lt;br /&gt;wanted to paint another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you feed a&lt;br /&gt;stray cat, and I learned that it was good to be kind&lt;br /&gt;to animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you make my&lt;br /&gt;favorite cake for me, and I learned that the little&lt;br /&gt;things can be the special things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking I heard you say a&lt;br /&gt;prayer, and I knew that there is a God I could always&lt;br /&gt;talk to, and I learned to trust in Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you make a&lt;br /&gt;meal and take it to a friend who was sick, and I&lt;br /&gt;learned that we all have to help take care of each&lt;br /&gt;other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you give of&lt;br /&gt;your time and money to help people who had nothing,&lt;br /&gt;and I learned that those who have something should&lt;br /&gt;give to those who don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you take care&lt;br /&gt;of our house and everyone in it, and I learned we have&lt;br /&gt;to take care of what we are given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking I saw how you&lt;br /&gt;handled your responsibilities, even when you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;'t&lt;br /&gt;feel good, and I learned that I would have to be&lt;br /&gt;responsible when I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking I saw tears come&lt;br /&gt;from your eyes, and I learned that sometimes things&lt;br /&gt;hurt, but it's all right to cry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking I saw that you&lt;br /&gt;cared, and I wanted to be everything that I could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking I learned most of&lt;br /&gt;life's lessons that I need to know to be a good and&lt;br /&gt;productive person when I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking I looked at you and&lt;br /&gt;wanted to say,'Thanks for all the things I saw when&lt;br /&gt;you thought I wasn't looking.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SENDING THIS TO ALL OF THE PEOPLE I KNOW&lt;br /&gt;WHO DO SO MUCH FOR OTHERS,&lt;br /&gt;BUT THINK THAT NO ONE EVER SEES.&lt;br /&gt;LITTLE EYES SEE A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of us (parent, grandparent, aunt, uncle, teacher, friend), influences the life of a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will you touch the life of someone today? Just by sending this to someone else, you will probably make them at least think about their influence on others. Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave the rest to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis. Tammy&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/733434371692211182-492662037297704293?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/492662037297704293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=492662037297704293&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/492662037297704293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/492662037297704293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#492662037297704293' title='When You Thought I Wasn&apos;t Looking'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRPt52r1Xoo/S18I-e9BOnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/kTKBsVsIj24/s72-c/children1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-1486789083151898790</id><published>2010-01-12T15:02:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-01-12T16:24:18.096Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abiding in Christ'/><title type='text'>Abide in Christ - Day 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I just wanted to take a few minutes and share with you some of the things that blessed me from Day 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abide in Christ : As your wisdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"But of him are ye in Christ Jesus, who of God is made unto us of wisdom, and righteousness,and sanctification, and redemption." I Corinthians 1:30&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The life is the light of men; it is in revealing to us, and making us behold the glory of God in His own face, that Christ makes us partakers of eternal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often have you longed for wisdom and spiritual understanding that you might know God better, whom to know is life eternal? Abide in Jesus: your life in Him will lead you to that fellowship with God in which the only true knowledge of God is to be had. His love, His power, His infinite glory will, as you abide in Jesus, be so revealed as it hath not entered into the heart of man to conceive. You may not be able to grasp it with the understanding, or to express it in words; but the knowledge which is deeper than thoughts or words will be given-the knowing of God which comes of being known of Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever questions come up as to the possibility of abiding perfectly and uninterruptedly in Him, and of really obtaining all the blessing that come from it, always remember: He knows, all is perfectly clear to Him, and He is my wisdom. Just as much as you need to know and are capable of apprehending, will be communicated, &lt;em&gt;if you only trust Him&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;There is soooo much more that I would love to put here, but it is just to vast to relate. I highly recommend this book (devotional). It has been a blessing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-1486789083151898790?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/1486789083151898790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=1486789083151898790&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/1486789083151898790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/1486789083151898790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#1486789083151898790' title='Abide in Christ - Day 7'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-1757615965648672559</id><published>2010-01-11T11:58:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-11T12:13:25.952Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devotional'/><title type='text'>~A Real Workout~</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Wherefore, my beloved, as ye have always obeyed, not as in my presence only, but now much more in my absence, work out your own salvation with fear and trembling." Philippians 2:12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people work out to keep their bodies in good shape.  Walking on a treadmill or working out by lifting weighs are good things to practice.  Physical exercise is to be commended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What about spiritual exercise?  Here Paul is challenging the Philippian church to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"work out"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; their salvation.  They are not working for their salvation, no one can do that - it is the gift of God. We are, however, to allow our salvation to work its way out of our hearts and into our lives.  We must allow the Lord to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"work out"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; our salvation in everyday living.  We are told to work it out with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"fear and trembling."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  Below are a few thoughts to consider about how we are allowing the Lord to work in and through our life:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am convicted when I sin against a holy God.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am challenged each time I read the Bible.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am compelled to pray.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am concerned for the lost.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am connected to the brethren.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am caring for others.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am consumed with glorifying God.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;We need to ask the Lord to help us &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"work out"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; our salvation so that He will be glorified, other people edified by our example, and we will be encouraged in our faith.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seems like a pretty good way to start the New Year, doesn't it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Until the Shout,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-1757615965648672559?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/1757615965648672559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=1757615965648672559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/1757615965648672559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/1757615965648672559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#1757615965648672559' title='~A Real Workout~'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-8379622950129287431</id><published>2010-01-08T13:11:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-08T13:19:40.253Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>~A New Day, A New Year - Fresh Manna~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I can't exist on yesterday's old manna;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I can't subsist on weak "remember when's".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I need a new, fresh moment with you, Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Today, Lord!  I must have you once again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Today I am so desperate for you presence!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Sweet memories of the past just aren't enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I appreciate what you've done, but a new day has begun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;More of you, Lord.  That is all I'll ever want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;A new work, a new word, a brand new song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;more fire, more passion, more zeal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;more signs and wonders, more love for the lost -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;a Holy Ghost revival that is real!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;If there's something I have done or I'm not doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;that prohibits you from moving as you want,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;drop me to my knees with an intense conviction, please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;And of that thing, oh Lord, I WILL repent!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;For I've seen you move in awesome, holy power,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;and now, Lord, I will settle for nothing less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I've become addicted to you and all that you do;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I crave to know and have a live only your best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;         ~Cheri (Gale) Henderson~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Until the Shout,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-8379622950129287431?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/8379622950129287431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=8379622950129287431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/8379622950129287431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/8379622950129287431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#8379622950129287431' title='~A New Day, A New Year - Fresh Manna~'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-3429874675928736225</id><published>2010-01-01T13:28:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-01T13:41:16.322Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devotional'/><title type='text'>"Things New and Things Old"</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;"Then said he unto them, Therefore every scribe which is instructed unto the kingdom of heaven is like unto a man that is an householder, which bringeth forth out of his treasure things new and old."  Matthew 13:52&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;We need the old to provide stability.  We need the new to provide challenge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Solomon warned not to get rid of clear spiritual markers:  "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remove not the ancient  landmark, which thy fathers have set. . ." (Prov. 22:28)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  and, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Remove not the old landmark. . ." (Prov. 23:10)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Our society wants life without boundaries.  Men and women want to be able to choose without regard for God's absolutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;We need the old landmark of God's Word; we need the old landmark of fervent prayer; we need the old landmark of soul winning; we need the old landmark of faithful church attendance.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Remove not the old landmark . . ."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;We also need the new things.  We need a vision of what God can do in our lives; we need a new attitude of love for the lost; we need a new goal for church growth; we need a new love for the Lord Jesus Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Every scribe which has been instructed unto the kingdom of heaven ought to bring forth tot he people both things old and things that are new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Remember, when moving toward new things, don't sacrifice the ancient landmarks.  We need stability of those old markers; we also need the challenge of the new things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Whether old or new is in view, TRUTH never does change!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;May the Lord bless you this coming New Year and all that you do for HIM!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Until the Shout,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-3429874675928736225?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/3429874675928736225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=3429874675928736225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/3429874675928736225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/3429874675928736225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#3429874675928736225' title='&quot;Things New and Things Old&quot;'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-8538067341628616953</id><published>2009-12-31T21:03:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-31T21:07:19.532Z</updated><title type='text'>Greetings!</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to nip in and say . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WISHING YOU ALL A MOST BLESSED, PROSPEROUS &amp;amp; HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-8538067341628616953?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/8538067341628616953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=8538067341628616953&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/8538067341628616953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/8538067341628616953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#8538067341628616953' title='Greetings!'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-6081106919296906961</id><published>2009-12-26T13:49:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-26T13:53:24.500Z</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Greetings!</title><content type='html'>I know that I'm a bit late in all this.  We have not slowed down at all this month.  PHEW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to take a minute real quick to  say . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRAYING YOU HAD A WONDERFUL CHRISTMAS AND THAT YOU MAY KNOW A BLESSED NEW YEAR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-6081106919296906961?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/6081106919296906961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=6081106919296906961&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/6081106919296906961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/6081106919296906961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#6081106919296906961' title='Holiday Greetings!'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-6290730850644268850</id><published>2009-11-09T20:43:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-09T22:32:29.271Z</updated><title type='text'>~Abide In Christ~ day 3</title><content type='html'>Okay folks, I am most definitely not the brightest crayon in the box. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was reading my book today, I realized at the top that it said . . . Day Three, it clicked!!! This just isn't a book, duh, it's a 1 month devotional. How slow, I mean really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway . . . . . . this book (devotional) is really good. I'm enjoying it tremendously, although I will need to read it over and over to get out of it what all the Lord would have for me, but nonetheless, I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day Three:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;". . . I follow after, if that I may apprehend that for which I am apprehended of Christ Jesus." --Phil. 3:12&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than one admits that it is a sacred duty and a blessed privilege to abide in Christ, but shrinks back continually before the question:  Is it possible, a life of unbroken fellowship with the Saviour? . . . . .The more they hear of this life, the deeper their sense of its glory and blessedness, and there is nothing they would not sacrifice to be made partakers of it.  But they are too weak, too unfaithful -- they never can attain to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear souls! how little they know that the abiding in Christ is just meant for the weak, and so beautifully suited to their feebleness.  It is not the doing of some great thing, and does not demand that we first lead a very holy and devoted life.  No, it is simply weakness entrusting itself to a Mighty One to be kept -- the unfaithful one casting itself on One Who is altogether trustworthy and true.  Abiding in Him is not a work that we have to do as the condition for enjoying His salvation, but a consenting to let Him do all for us, and in us, and through us.  It is a work He does for us -- the fruit and the power of His redeeming love.  Our part is simply to yield, to trust and to wait for what He has engaged to perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if ever doubts again arise, or the bitter experience of failure tempt you to despair, just remember where Paul found His strength: "&lt;em&gt;I am apprehended of Christ Jesus&lt;/em&gt;".  In that assurance you have a fountain of strength.  From that you can look up to the whereunto on which He has set His confidence that the good work He hath begun He will also perform.  And in that confidence you will gather courage, day by day, afresh to say, " ' . . .&lt;em&gt;I follow after, if that I may apprehend that for which also I am apprehended of Christ Jesus'.   &lt;/em&gt;It is because Jesus has taken hold of me, and because Jesus keeps me, that I dare to say: Saviour, I abide in Thee".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from 'Abide in Christ" ~Andrew Murray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the Shout,&lt;br /&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-6290730850644268850?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/6290730850644268850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=6290730850644268850&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/6290730850644268850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/6290730850644268850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#6290730850644268850' title='~Abide In Christ~ day 3'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-1399303991390856750</id><published>2009-11-08T21:00:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-11-09T22:34:11.783Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><title type='text'>~Started a Book~</title><content type='html'>I just started a new book today. It is called "Abide in Me" by Andrew Murray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a powerful book. I've only read the first 2 chapters (which are only a few pages long) so far. You know how them old fashioned preachers are, they write very deeply and I like to be able to take my time and read; many times reading and rereading certain parts until I have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;comprehended&lt;/span&gt; them and taken them in. I find it helpful to read them out loud also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd leave you with just a nibble of what the Lord has blessed me to read. I will most definitely find it hard to condense, as there are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; many wonderful truths written in these pages to help along life's journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 1:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Come unto me ..." -- Matt. 11:28&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Abide in me ..." -- John 15:4 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it may please Thee, blessed Saviour, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;indeed,&lt;/span&gt; to speak to us; let each of us hear Thy blessed Voice. May the feeling of our deep need, and the faith of Thy wondrous love, combined with sight of the wonderfully blessed life Thou art waiting to bestow upon us, constrain us to listen and to obey, as often as Thou &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;speakest&lt;/span&gt;: "&lt;em&gt;Abide in me&lt;/em&gt;". Let day by day the answer from our heart be clearer and fuller: "Blessed Saviour, I do abide in Thee".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Come unto me ... and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me ... and ye shall find rest unto your souls" -- &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Matt&lt;/span&gt;. 11:28,29&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entire surrender to Jesus is the secret of perfect rest.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving up one's whole life to Him, for Him alone to rule and order it; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;takin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;g up&lt;/span&gt; His yoke, and submitting to be led and taught, to learn of Him; abiding in Him, to be and do only what He wills--these are the conditions of discipleship without which there can be no thought of maintaining the rest that was bestowed on first coming to Christ. The rest is in Christ, and not something He gives apart from Himself, and so it is only in having Him that the rest can really be kept and enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed rest! The fruit &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; the foretaste and the fellowship of God's own rest! Found of them who thus come to Jesus to abide in Him. It is the peace of God, the great calm of the eternal world, that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;passeth&lt;/span&gt; all understanding, and that keeps the heart and mind. With this grace secured, we have strength for every duty, courage for every struggle, a blessing in every cross, and the joy of life eternal in death itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O my Saviour! if ever my heart should doubt or fear again, as if the blessing were too great to expect, or too high to attain, let me hear Thy voice to quicken my faith and obedience: "&lt;em&gt;Abide in me&lt;/em&gt;"; "&lt;em&gt;Take my yoke upon you and learn of me&lt;/em&gt; ... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ye shall find rest unto your souls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the Shout,&lt;br /&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-1399303991390856750?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/1399303991390856750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=1399303991390856750&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/1399303991390856750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/1399303991390856750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#1399303991390856750' title='~Started a Book~'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-2121084986205598279</id><published>2009-10-29T18:29:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-10-29T18:45:08.317Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family news'/><title type='text'>Home Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;We made it back home on Saturday.  Not to bad a trip, and we even got and extra hours sleep that night as we had time change on this side of the pond already.  That was lovely and we surely needed with church the next day.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I have been very busy this week.  I was trying to catch up on laundry, keep the house tidied up and do some sewing.  I know next week it will be a lot more difficult as we will be back to our normal schedule.  I didn't schedule school for this week as I knew we would all be exhausted.  Our time clocks have not fully adjusted yet but we are working on that, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;My sewing skills have drastically improved (it must have been all the curtains that I made for church :) .   Anyway so far I've made 2 Bibles bags, 3 skirts, a hair scrunchy and a little purse to match one of Rebekah's skirts.  Not too bad for a sewing illiterate!!!!!   Whoooohoooo!!!! Go Me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Although in saying that, I must give honour where honour is due.  The Lord put His hands on mine and did a lot of guiding I know and then my mother is very skilled with a sewing machine (thanks mama!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Anyway, I still have about 4-5 left to make.  PRAY!!!!! I get nervous when things are going so well.  LOL LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;You all have a nice evening and God bless,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalms 103 v. 1 "Bless the LORD, oh my soul and all that is within me, bless his holy name."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-2121084986205598279?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/2121084986205598279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=2121084986205598279&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/2121084986205598279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/2121084986205598279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#2121084986205598279' title='Home Again!'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-4508608828400345707</id><published>2009-09-30T16:08:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T16:42:50.899+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family news'/><title type='text'>State-side</title><content type='html'>I know that I've not written in a while, sorry about that.   Just thought I'd update a little bit about what we've been up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are here in the States for just over 3 weeks.  We had a church buy us tickets to come to their missions meeting.  What a blessing.  We are staying right now with the founder of our mission board.  They are a real blessing, we appreciate them opening their home to us and all the help they have been.  Their experience is most valuable in the ministry and we are grateful to be able to glean from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children did great on the long flight, from Gatwick to Charlotte was about 8 1/2 to 9 hours.  When we originally booked the flight we had a 2 hour lay over in Charlotte, then they changed it to where we only had 50 minutes to change planes.  NOT a lot of time.  We were afraid we couldn't make it so they changed it to go out on the 8:00 flight instead of the 2:50 one.  I didn't fancy a 5-6 hour lay-over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to change our luggage over in Charlotte because it was our first entrance into the U.S.  and immigrations didn't open until 2:00.  NOT GOOD.  They let us off the plane at about 10 past 2 we got through immigrations by about 15 past and was ready to change our luggage over.  We asked if we could make the 2:50 flight (did not even want to sit in the airport for 5 1/2 LONG hours with 2 restless children).  They said if we hurried.  We had 20 minutes to get to the next plane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE MADE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!   WHOOOOOOHOOOOO!!!!!  With very few minutes to spare, and I mean VERY FEW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem was they got 3 out of 5 suitcases on the plane.  Go figure!!  I had to wait until Tuesday for my things to get here so I wasn't well pleased, but Praise the Lord it is here and I have clean clothes and all my toiletries.  Amen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children have been enjoying the freedom of being in Mississippi.  So different to where we live.  I constantly have my eye on them outside and they DO NOT go far from the house.  Here, Bro. Jenkins has 3 acres and 4 dogs and they are having a blast.  I've rarely seen them since we got here, but they have been so good and mannerly.  Yes, I'm a bit amazed.  As you know, children will be children and that oftentimes means unpredictable!  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray you all are well and the Lord is blessing.  I shall endeavour to write more frequently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the Shout,&lt;br /&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-4508608828400345707?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/4508608828400345707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=4508608828400345707&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/4508608828400345707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/4508608828400345707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#4508608828400345707' title='State-side'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-2558324081974078261</id><published>2009-07-20T13:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T14:33:57.029+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devotional'/><title type='text'>"He Leads to Joy"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Psalms 23:2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;George Young, a carpenter, and his wife dedicated themselves to serving the Lord wherever He would lead.  "he often does the leading," they said, "And we do the following."  Their finances were tight but they never went hungry.  They finally saved enough money to buy a small piece of property on which George built a cottage.  It was a fulfillment of a life's dream.  They dedicated the house to God and sang the Doxology.  Some time later, while George was on a ministry trip, a disgruntled thug, who was offended at a message George had preached, burned down their dream home.  God began to impress George with the words to , "God Leads Us Along."  In a few days he wrote the song we cherish and sing.  The chorus says, "God leads His dear children along, some through the fire, but all through the blood..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Years later, Dr. Harold Lillenas, the famous song writer seeking to track down George's widow drove to Kansas and was shocked to find Mrs. Young in the County Poor House.  When he found her she commented, "I sure miss my husband, but God lead me here!  I'm so glad He did, for you know about every month someone comes into this place to spend the rest of their days, and Mr. Lillenas, so many of them don't know my Jesus.  I'm having the time of my life introducing them to Him!  Isn't it wonderful how God leads?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What a testimony of joy.  In poverty, yet happy with God's leading.  Are you following His leading?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;In shady green pastures, so rich and so sweet, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;God leads His dear children along;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Where water's cool flow bathes the weary one's feet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;God leads His dear children along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Some thro' the water, some thro' the flood, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Some thro' the fire, but all thro' the blood;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Some thro' great sorrow, but God gives a song; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;In the night season and all the day long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sometimes on the mount where the sun shines so bright, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;God leads His dear children along;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sometimes in the valley in the darkest of night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;God leads His dear children along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Tho' sorrows befall us, and Satan oppose,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;God leads His dear children along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Through grace we can conquer, defeat all our foes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;God leads His dear children along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Away from the mire, and away from the clay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;God leads His dear children along;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Away up in glory, eternity's day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;God leads His dear children along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Following Him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-2558324081974078261?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/2558324081974078261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=2558324081974078261&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/2558324081974078261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/2558324081974078261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#2558324081974078261' title='&quot;He Leads to Joy&quot;'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-7385909149185936469</id><published>2009-07-15T15:08:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T15:14:14.238+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Low-Fat Pumpkin Pie</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;INGREDIENTS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1 can (15 ounces) solid-pack pumpkin&lt;br /&gt;1 can (14 ounces) fat-free sweetened condensed milk&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup egg substitute&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon ground ginger&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon ground nutmeg&lt;br /&gt;1 unbaked pastry shell (9 inches)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DIRECTIONS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;In a large mixing bowl, beat the first seven ingredients just until smooth.&lt;br /&gt;Pour into pastry shell.&lt;br /&gt;Bake at 425° for 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Reduce heat to 350°; bake 25-30 minutes longer or until a knife inserted near the center comes out clean.&lt;br /&gt;Cool completely on a wire rack.&lt;br /&gt;Store in the refrigerator.&lt;br /&gt;Yield: 8 servings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NUTRITIONAL FACTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One piece equals:&lt;br /&gt;246 calories&lt;br /&gt;6 g fat (2 g saturated fat)&lt;br /&gt;3 mg cholesterol&lt;br /&gt;334 mg sodium&lt;br /&gt;42 g carbohydrate&lt;br /&gt;3 g fiber&lt;br /&gt;8 g protein&lt;br /&gt;Diabetic Exchanges:&lt;br /&gt;2 starch, 1 fruit, 1/2 fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy this great all-American dessert with less calories and fat, but same great taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the Shout,&lt;br /&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-7385909149185936469?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/7385909149185936469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=7385909149185936469&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/7385909149185936469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/7385909149185936469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#7385909149185936469' title='Low-Fat Pumpkin Pie'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-5411134487353457090</id><published>2009-07-15T00:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T01:00:57.708+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family news'/><title type='text'>Swine Flu</title><content type='html'>My husband and a man at church were out door knocking today and ran into 2 people with swine flu.  PLEASE, PLEASE pray that we do NOT end up with it.  I sure would appreciate it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-5411134487353457090?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/5411134487353457090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=5411134487353457090&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/5411134487353457090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/5411134487353457090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#5411134487353457090' title='Swine Flu'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-1405733848278542399</id><published>2009-07-14T14:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T16:20:29.896+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devotional'/><title type='text'>An Amazing Meeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In Luke 9:18-22,"&lt;em&gt;And it came to pass, as he was alone praying, his disciples were with him: and he asked them, saying, &lt;strong&gt;Whom say the people that I am?&lt;/strong&gt; They answering said, John the Baptist; but some say, Elias; and others say, that one of the old prophets is risen again.  He said unto them, &lt;strong&gt;But whom say ye that I am?&lt;/strong&gt; Peter answering said, The Christ of God. And he straitly charged them, and commanded them to tell no man that thing; Saying, &lt;strong&gt;The Son of man must suffer many things, and be rejected of the elders and chief priests and scribes, and be slain, and be raised the third day&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Luke 9:28-36, &lt;em&gt;"And it came to pass about an eight days after these sayings, he took Peter and John and James, and went up into a mountain to pray.  And as he prayed, the fashion of his countenance was altered, and his raiment was white and glistering. And, behold, there talked with him two men, which were Moses and Elias: Who appeared in glory, and spake of his decease which he should accomplish at Jerusalem. But Peter and they that were with him were heavy with sleep: and when they were awake, they saw his glory, and the two men that stood with him. And it came to pass, as they departed from him, Peter said unto Jesus, Master, it is good for us to be here: and let us make three tabernacles; one for thee, and one for Moses, and one for Elias: not knowing what he said. While he thus spake, there came a cloud, and overshadowed them: and they feared as they entered into the cloud. And there came a voice out of the cloud, saying, This is my beloved Son: hear him. And when the voice was past, Jesus was found alone. And they kept it close, and told no man in those days any of those things which they had seen."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(empahsis mine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were put on the spot, could you say concisely what the central fact of your faith is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus came to die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We explain the death of Jesus was on our behalf.  It atoned for our sins, and reconciled us to God.  These phrases and more, mean nothing if we are unclear about who Jesus is.  He is the only one who could truly save, at terrible cost.  He looked beyond that cost as He told His disciples He would rise again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He gave a complete picutre of events in one sentence, &lt;em&gt;Luke 9:22&lt;/em&gt;.  The subsequent verses, &lt;em&gt;vv23-26&lt;/em&gt;, clearly set out the response required if we intend to follow Jesus:  a wholehearted commitment that will cost us dearly, a rethink of our priorities; a total life change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who do you say I am?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What we think of Christ is crucial and determines our destiny.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The question to Peter was to draw out a confession of faith in Jesus as the Messiah.  Thinking and actually saying are two very different things.  Verbalising our faith in Jesus will produce a reaction from others.  We need the courage to stand up for our convictions.  The events of the next passage, &lt;em&gt;vv29-31&lt;/em&gt;, should give us confidence!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Looking on this wonderful scene we see Jesus as the man and then glimpse His majesty - the human and divine.  The experience took place as Jesus prayed and was mainly for His benefit.  It confirmed God's approval of Jesus, His Son and was an encouragement as Jesus prepared for His imminent suffering.  It was also a confirmation to Him of His purpose as the One who would fulfill the prophesies in scripture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wake up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Are we so dozy at times that we miss out on some of the wonders God wants to share with us?  Do we acknowledge Jesus as Lord but in some senses take Him for granted because we have known Him for some time?  What an indictment on the reality of our faith!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Are we expectant when we pray?  Do we hunger for an immediate experience of God as we commune with Him, or has our prayer life lost any sense of expectation?  Prayer is an honour and we should apply ourselves to it eagerly.  Through prayer we can enjoy growth in wisdom, grace and joy as we share in communion with our wonderful God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Encouragement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When Peter was fully awake, he found God was graciously confirming his previous confession that Jesus was the Christ of God.  His words spoken as rebuke and instruction, confirmed Jesus as the fulfilment of &lt;em&gt;Deuteronomy 18:15&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We must not minimise our Lord's humanity or His divinity.  We must "&lt;em&gt;hear him&lt;/em&gt;".  Our ability to follow Jesus only comes from knowing who He is and what He accomplished on our behalf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Until the Shout,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-1405733848278542399?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/1405733848278542399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=1405733848278542399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/1405733848278542399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/1405733848278542399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#1405733848278542399' title='An Amazing Meeting'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-8532877271794669623</id><published>2009-06-29T20:44:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T22:03:27.486+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etc.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church news'/><title type='text'>Just Catching Up</title><content type='html'>I know, it has been ages since I've written.  Sorry!  Things are a little wild and it looks to stay that way for the better part of the next 4 months.  We have a horrendous schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, our church has merged with another church (of course IFB) and my husband has taken over the pastorate.  Which means a lot more responsibility as we have more folks and a building that has to be taken care of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inside of the church has to be repainted (requirement for lease renewal) and we are going to be working on that in July.  All the walls, doors, baseboards, etc.  have to be wiped down before we can even start to paint.  I believe we are going to start on that next Friday.  The last week of the month my husband and two other men from the church are going to start the painting.  Then we are having a scheduled work day the last Saturday of the month to try and finish it all off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you know we are doing school throughout the summer so we can be done by April of next year to take a short furlough (VERY short), so I'm doing all that as well.  No rest for the weary, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August is busy also.  We are going to youth camp for a week.  This should be interesting.  Would you like to know how long it has been since I've been to youth camp?  Probably a good 15-17 years ago.  As we live in one of the wetter countries, please pray that it WON'T rain!!! LOL LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September is even busier than August.  The first weekend we are having a short revival meeting with one of our supporting pastors.  I'm looking forward to it.  They are not that common over here (although my husband tries to make sure we have one once a year even if it can't be for a whole week) and I think that is what makes them so refreshing.  It isn't like in the States, you know.  If you get discouraged over there you can just hop in the car and go to a meeting somewhere.  I mean somebody, somewhere is having a meeting you can go to to get encouraged.  NOT HERE.  You remember that verse where it says, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"and David encouraged himself in the LORD"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?  Well, it's either that or nothing many times; so for us to have a meeting is such a blessing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second week in September we are having a CRB class.  This is something that is being required by the government in order to work with children.  If you have not been cleared, as of October you CANNOT work with children.  My husband and I went to a class in May and we have both received our clearance checks, PTL.  But we do need others to take the class because if not, there will be NO Sunday School class if we are away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the third weekend we are having our Harvest Service.  This a British tradition and what they do is have a special message about the harvest (both spiritual and agricultural) and then they have a proper sit down dinner (of course).  Sometimes churches will collect food and things to give to maybe a needy family or something like that.   It is a wonderful time to thank the Lord for His bountiful blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last week of September we are all busy with the children finishing up the PACE they are working on and me trying to get the house ready to be in the States for 3 weeks.  We have a church that wanted to fly us in for their missions meeting, so we will be gone for the first 3 weeks in October. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you tired yet?  I am and all I did was write about it!  HA! HA! HA! This is just a quick update.  Hope to post again soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep us in your prayers as we unite as one with the merging of these two congregations.  We have known the former pastor and wife for 13 years and they have both been a great blessing and encouragement to us through the years.  He has felt the call to Evangelism, etc.  Bro. Pavitt is now the Director of Lifegate Baptist Missions.  He is still serving in the church in whatever area he is needed, but he is also preaching in missions conferences and etc.  Bro. Pavitt has a deep desire to see his own people reached for the glory of God.  And who better than a national man.  He has been busy preaching around England and also doing much tract distribution and street evangelism, including open air preaching.  Pray for him, that the Lord would use him in a might way.  We count it an honour and a privilege, as well as humbling to be serving at Lifegate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the Shout,&lt;br /&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-8532877271794669623?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/8532877271794669623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=8532877271794669623&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/8532877271794669623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/8532877271794669623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#8532877271794669623' title='Just Catching Up'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-3463007412637202295</id><published>2009-06-08T21:52:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T22:31:15.893+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salvation'/><title type='text'>God's Simple Plan of Salvation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;My Friend:&lt;/span&gt; I am asking you the most important question of life. &lt;strong&gt;Your joy or your sorrow for all eternity depends upon your answer.&lt;/strong&gt; The question is: Are you saved? It is not a question of how good you are, nor if you are a church member, &lt;strong&gt;but are you saved? Are you sure you will go to Heaven when you die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God says in order to go to Heaven, you must be born again. In &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;John 3:7&lt;/span&gt;, Jesus said to Nicodemus, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;“Ye must be born again.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Bible God gives us the plan of how &lt;strong&gt;to be born again&lt;/strong&gt; which means &lt;strong&gt;to be saved&lt;/strong&gt;. His plan is simple! You can be &lt;strong&gt;saved&lt;/strong&gt; today. How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, my friend, you must realize &lt;strong&gt;you are a sinner&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;“For all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God” &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;(Romans 3:23).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you are a sinner, &lt;strong&gt;you are condemned to death&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;“For the wages &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[payment]&lt;/span&gt; of sin is death” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;(Romans 6:23).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;This includes eternal separation from God in Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;“ . . . it is appointed unto men once to die, but after this the judgment” &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;(Hebrews 9:27).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God loved you so much &lt;strong&gt;He gave His only begotten Son, Jesus, to bear your sin and die in your place.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;“ . . . He hath made Him &lt;/span&gt;[Jesus, Who knew no sin] &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to be sin for us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; . . . that we might be made the righteousness of God in Him” &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;(2 Corinthians 5:21).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus had to shed His blood and die.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;“For the life of the flesh is in the blood”&lt;/span&gt; “ . &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;(Lev. :11) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;". . . without shedding of blood is no remission &lt;/span&gt;[pardon]&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; (Hebrews 9:22).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;“ . . . God commendeth His love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;(Romans 5:8).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we cannot understand how, God said &lt;strong&gt;my sins and your sins &lt;/strong&gt;were laid upon Jesus and &lt;strong&gt;He died in our place&lt;/strong&gt;. He became &lt;strong&gt;our substitute&lt;/strong&gt;. It is true. God cannot lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;“God . . . commandeth all men everywhere to repent”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;(Acts 17:30).&lt;/span&gt; This repentance is a change of mind that agrees with God that one is a sinner, and also agrees with what Jesus did for us on the Cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Acts 16:30-31&lt;/span&gt;, the Philippian jailer asked Paul and Silas: &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;“ . . . ‘Sirs, what must I do to be saved?’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; And they said, &lt;strong&gt;‘Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved . . .’ " &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Simply believe on Him as &lt;strong&gt;the one who bore your sin, died in your place&lt;/strong&gt;, was buried, and whom God resurrected. &lt;strong&gt;His resurrection powerfully assures&lt;/strong&gt; that the believer can claim everlasting life when Jesus is received as Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;“But as many as received Him, &lt;strong&gt;to them gave He power&lt;/strong&gt; to become the sons of God, even to them that believe on His name” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;(John 1:12).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;“For &lt;strong&gt;whosoever&lt;/strong&gt; shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;(Romans 10:13).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whosoever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; includes you. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shall be saved&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; means not maybe, nor can, &lt;strong&gt;but shall be saved&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Surely, you realize you are a sinner. Right now, wherever you are, repenting, lift your heart to God in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Luke 18:13&lt;/span&gt;, the sinner prayed: &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;“God be merciful to me a sinner.”&lt;/span&gt; Just pray: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Oh God, I know I am a sinner. I believe Jesus was my substitute when He died on the Cross. I believe His shed blood, death, burial, and resurrection were for me. I now receive Him as my Savior. I thank You for the forgiveness of my sins, the gift of salvation and everlasting life, because of Your merciful grace. Amen.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just take God at His word &lt;/strong&gt;and claim His salvation by faith. &lt;strong&gt;Believe, and you will be saved&lt;/strong&gt;. No church, no lodge, no good works can save you. &lt;strong&gt;Remember, God does the saving. All of it! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God’s simple plan of salvation is: You are a sinner&lt;/strong&gt;. Therefore, unless you believe on Jesus Who died in your place, you will spend eternity in Hell. If you believe on Him as your crucified, buried, and risen Savior, you receive forgiveness for all of your sins and &lt;strong&gt;His gift of eternal salvation by faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say, “Surely, it cannot be that simple.” Yes, that simple! It is scriptural. It is God’s plan. &lt;strong&gt;My friend, believe on Jesus and receive Him as Savior today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If His plan is not perfectly clear, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;read this over and over, without leaving, until you understand it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Your soul is worth more than all the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;“For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world and lose his own soul?” &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;(Mark 8:36)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Be sure you are saved. If you lose your soul, you miss Heaven and lose all. Please! &lt;strong&gt;Let God save you this very moment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God’s power will save you, keep you saved, and enable you&lt;/strong&gt; to live a victorious Christian life. “&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;There hath no temptation taken you but such as is common to man: but God is faithful, Who will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able; but will with the temptation also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;(1 Corinthians 10:13).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do not trust your feelings. They change. Stand on God’s promises. They never change&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; After you are saved, there are &lt;strong&gt;three things&lt;/strong&gt; to practice daily for spiritual growth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pray&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-- you talk to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Read your Bible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -- God talks to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Witness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -- you talk for God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You should be baptized&lt;/strong&gt; in obedience to the Lord Jesus Christ &lt;strong&gt;as a public testimony of your salvation&lt;/strong&gt;, and then unite with a Bible-believing church without delay. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;“Be not thou therefore ashamed of the testimony of our Lord . . . .” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;(2 Timothy 1:8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;“Whosoever therefore shall confess &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[testify of]&lt;/span&gt; Me before men, him will I confess also before My Father which is in heaven” &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;(Matthew 10:32).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my prayer that if you don't know the Lord, you will come to know Him today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saved to the Uttermost,&lt;br /&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-3463007412637202295?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/3463007412637202295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=3463007412637202295&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/3463007412637202295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/3463007412637202295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#3463007412637202295' title='God&apos;s Simple Plan of Salvation'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-8520081012916290388</id><published>2009-05-22T16:09:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T23:38:56.783+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>What's new?</title><content type='html'>Well, not a whole lot actually. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb finished school on Tuesday and Rebekah finished yesterday. WHOOHOO!!!!!!!!!! Only for 2 1/2 weeks though, then we start back the new school year since we need to be finished by the end of March beginning of April to go on a short furlough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to get some semblance of spring cleaning done the last 2 days though. Caleb's room is sooooo small that it doesn't take long for him to run out of room for things. Praise the Lord he isn't a pack-rat! God above is the only one that really knows how glad I am of that. Rebekah on the other hand tries to be, but she went through her room yesterday all by herself and did an excellent job. She was rather ruthless. Good job, Sissy!!! I had them help do base boards (skirting boards if your in the U.K.), wipe down walls, etc., etc. They are such good little helpers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, they were dusting and washing walls and base boards again. Rebekah took the hoover (vacuum) attachment and went around the edges of the carpet. All this while I cleaned down the walls and etc. in the downstairs bathroom and many other numerous things. We worked hard and got a lot done. PTL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank the Lord for my children. They are not perfect by no means, and I'll be the first to tell you so; but they ARE hard workers and like to help. What a blessing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Daddy got some jobs done. He mowed the grass and has cleaned out the garage (he is this minute at the tip (dump) getting rid of some junk) and run a lot of errands. We've all been busy bees. Better busy than bothering! Amen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh also, the children and I have been to the dentist today. My husband goes next month. AND, we have guest coming for dinner tonight. Talk about a crazy, busy day. Oh, my! I'm glad I'm making something easy for supper. Just having Baked Boneless Pork Steaks (cheap beef version! LOL), jacket (baked) potatoes, mixed veg. (caul./broc./carrots [steamed]), with fruit cobbler to finish. I can put the meat and potatoes in to bake and the veggies in a steamer. While we eat I'll bake the cobbler. Talk about easy! Thank the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you this cobbler recipe real quick as it's is really quick to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Fruit cobbler:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cans any type of canned fruit or Pie filling (if using canned fruit make sure you drain it and set the juice aside)&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup butter&lt;br /&gt;1 cup flour&lt;br /&gt;1 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 cup milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Directions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 375.&lt;br /&gt;Put butter in a dish and let melt.&lt;br /&gt;Mix flour, sugar and milk together and pour into the dish with melted butter.&lt;br /&gt;Drop fruit in the batter and bake for about 40 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Tip:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If using pie filling it might be better to put it in first and pour over top the batter. This is good and I make it often, just vary the fruit used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well enough about us. I pray everyone has a lovely day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the Shout,&lt;br /&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-8520081012916290388?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/8520081012916290388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=8520081012916290388&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/8520081012916290388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/8520081012916290388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#8520081012916290388' title='What&apos;s new?'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-1721546435726275295</id><published>2009-05-19T13:12:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T16:00:07.802+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='question list'/><title type='text'>Another List</title><content type='html'>THIS IS REALLY FUN TO DO. Place an X by all the things you've done and remove the X from the ones you have not. This is for your entire life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) Gone on a blind date -- With a friends fiance's brother. Oh boy!&lt;br /&gt;(X) Skipped school&lt;br /&gt;(X) Watched someone die&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been to Canada&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been to Mexico&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been to Florida&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been on a plane&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been lost&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been on the opposite side of the country -- Yes (The U.K. isn't that wide! LOL)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Gone to Washington , D.C&lt;br /&gt;(X) Swam in the ocean ... Or just waded&lt;br /&gt;(X) Cried yourself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;(X) Played cops and robber&lt;br /&gt;(X)Recently colored with crayons&lt;br /&gt;( )Sang Karaoke&lt;br /&gt;(X) Paid for a meal with coins only&lt;br /&gt;(X) Done something you told yourself you wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;(X) Made prank phone calls&lt;br /&gt;(X) Laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose&lt;br /&gt;(X) Caught a snowflake on your tongue&lt;br /&gt;(X) Danced in the rain&lt;br /&gt;(X) Written a letter to Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been kissed under the mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;(X) Watched the sunrise with someone you care about ---Does traveling to a meeting on Deputation or Furlough count? If so, most definitely.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Blown bubbles&lt;br /&gt;(X) Gone ice-skating&lt;br /&gt;(  ) Been skinny dipping outdoors&lt;br /&gt;(X) Gone to the movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Any nickname? TERBY-- My initials were T.E.RB. (Tammy Elizabeth Ranee Buck), so my family just added a Y. I know, TOOOO much info.&lt;br /&gt;2. Mother's name? Jaqualine (goes by Jackie)&lt;br /&gt;3. Favorite drink? Code Red Mountain Dew, how I miss it. OR Fountain Coke with the cherry syrup. OH MAN, my mouth is watering!!!!&lt;br /&gt;4. Tattoo? NO&lt;br /&gt;5. Body Piercing? Does having your ears pierced count as the same?&lt;br /&gt;6. How much do you love your job? It's a full time 24/7 job, but also a GIFT from God.....I love being a mom!&lt;br /&gt;8. Favorite vacation spot? So far, I've enjoyed Greece the most.&lt;br /&gt;9. Ever been to Africia? No&lt;br /&gt;10. Ever eaten cookies for dinner? Not that I remember&lt;br /&gt;11. Ever been on TV? I don't think so&lt;br /&gt;12. Ever steal a traffic sign? no&lt;br /&gt;13. Ever been in a car accident? yes&lt;br /&gt;14. Drive a 2-door or 4-door vehicle? 4&lt;br /&gt;15. Favorite salad dressing? Ranch&lt;br /&gt;16. Favorite pie? Cherry&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite number? 5 (Grace)&lt;br /&gt;18. Favorite movie?&lt;br /&gt;19. Favorite holiday? Christmas&lt;br /&gt;20. Favorite dessert? Mostly anything chocolate! LOL&lt;br /&gt;21. Favorite food? Is chocolate a food? HA! HA! HA! HA! (remember I'm a weight watcher girl)&lt;br /&gt;22. Favorite day of the week? Saturday&lt;br /&gt;23. Favorite brand of body wash or soap? Bath &amp;amp; Body Works' Cherry Blossom&lt;br /&gt;24. Favorite toothpaste? Arm &amp;amp; Hammer Baking Soda&lt;br /&gt;25. Favorite smell? The smell of Sunday Dinner cooking when I open the front door after church on Sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;26. How do you exercise? ummm....and that is?&lt;br /&gt;28. What do you do to relax? a good book and a nice hot bath with Bath &amp;amp; Body Works smell goods.&lt;br /&gt;29. Furthest place you will send this message? Blog world-- and that is everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things we learn about folk from all these lists! Kind of scary isn't it? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the Shout,&lt;br /&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-1721546435726275295?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/1721546435726275295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=1721546435726275295&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/1721546435726275295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/1721546435726275295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#1721546435726275295' title='Another List'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-769835408999694101</id><published>2009-05-16T12:46:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T12:51:29.418+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Cranberry Cheesecake Bars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INGREDIENTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2 cups plus 2 tablespoons all-purpose flour, divided&lt;br /&gt;1 cup quick-cooking oats&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup packed brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup butter, melted&lt;br /&gt;1 package (8 ounces) reduced-fat cream cheese&lt;br /&gt;1 can (14 ounces) fat-free sweetened condensed milk&lt;br /&gt;4 egg whites&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;1 can (16 ounces) whole-berry cranberry sauce&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons cornstarch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DIRECTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In a large bowl, combine 2 cups flour, oats, brown sugar and butter; mix until crumbly.&lt;br /&gt;Press 2-1/2 cups of the crumb mixture into a greased 13-in. x 9-in. x 2-in. baking dish.&lt;br /&gt;Bake at 350° for 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;In a large mixing bowl, beat cream cheese until smooth.&lt;br /&gt;Beat in the milk, egg whites, vanilla and remaining flour.&lt;br /&gt;Spoon over prepared crust.&lt;br /&gt;In a small bowl, combine the cranberry sauce and cornstarch.&lt;br /&gt;Spoon over cream cheese mixture.&lt;br /&gt;Sprinkle with the remaining crumb mixture.&lt;br /&gt;Bake at 350° for 30-35 minutes or until the center is almost set.&lt;br /&gt;Cool on a wire rack before cutting. Yield: 3 dozen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NUTRITIONAL FACTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;One serving bar equals:&lt;br /&gt;142 calories&lt;br /&gt;4 g fat (2 g saturated fat)&lt;br /&gt;11 mg cholesterol&lt;br /&gt;67 mg sodium&lt;br /&gt;24 g carbohydrate&lt;br /&gt;1 g fiber&lt;br /&gt;3 g protein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diabetic Exchanges:&lt;br /&gt;1-1/2 starch, 1/2 fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;TASTY TIP:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Pastries with cream cheese-based frostings and fillings should always be refrigerated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the Shout,&lt;br /&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-769835408999694101?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/769835408999694101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=769835408999694101&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/769835408999694101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/769835408999694101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#769835408999694101' title='Cranberry Cheesecake Bars'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-1800986637938163177</id><published>2009-05-15T13:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T21:55:03.468+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>The Chilren's Bible in a Nutshell</title><content type='html'>A child was asked to write a book report on the entire Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is amazing and brought tears of laughter to my eyes. I wonder how often we take for granted that children understand what we are teaching???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Children's Bible in a Nutshell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the beginning, which occurred near the start, there was nothing but God, darkness, and some gas. The Bible says,'The Lord thy God is one, but I think He must be a lot older than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, God said, 'Give me a light!' and someone did. Then God made the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He split the Adam and made Eve. Adam and Eve were naked, but they weren't embarrassed because mirrors hadn't been invented yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Adam and Eve disobeyed God by eating one bad apple, so they were driven from the Garden of Eden. Not sure what they were driven in though, because they didn't have cars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Adam and Eve had a son, Cain, who hated his brother as long as he was Abel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pretty soon all of the early people died off, except for Methuselah, who lived to be like a million or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One of the next important people was Noah, who was a good guy, but one of his kids was kind of a Ham. Noah built a large boat and put his family and some animals on it. He asked some other people to join him, but they said they would have to take a rain check. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After Noah came Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. Jacob was more famous than his brother, Esau, because Esau sold Jacob his birthmark in exchange for some pot roast. Jacob had a son named Joseph who wore a really loud sports coat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Another important Bible guy is Moses, whose real name was Charlton Heston. Moses led the Israel Lights out of and away from the evil Pharaoh after God sent ten plagues on Pharaoh's people. These plagues included frogs, mice, lice, bowels, and no cable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;God fed the Israel Lights every day with manicotti. Then he gave them His Top Ten Commandments. These include: don't lie, cheat, smoke, dance, or covet your neighbor's stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, yeah, I just thought of one more:Humor thy father and thy mother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One of Moses' best helpers was Joshua who was the first Bible guy to use spies. Joshua fought the battle of Geritol and the fence fell over on the town. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After Joshua came David. He got to be king by killing a giant with a slingshot. He had a son named Solomon who had about 300 wives and 500 porcupines. My teacher says he was wise, but that doesn't sound very wise to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After Solomon there were a bunch of major league prophets. One of these was Jonah, who was swallowed by a big whale and then barfed up on the shore. There were also some minor league prophets, but I guess we don't have to worry about them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After the Old Testament came the New Testament. Jesus is the star of The New. He was born in a barn. (I wish I had been born in a barn too, because my mom is always saying to me, 'Close the door! Were you born in a barn?' It would be nice to say, 'As a matter of fact, I was.') &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;During His life, Jesus had many arguments with sinners like the Pharisees and the Republicans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jesus also had twelve opossums.The worst one was Judas Asparagus. Judas was so evil that they named a terrible vegetable after him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jesus was a great man. He healed many leopards and even preached to some Germans on the Mount. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But the Republicans and all those guys put Jesus on trial before Pontius the Pilot. Pilot didn't stick up for Jesus. He just washed his hands instead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways, Jesus died for our sins, then came back to life again.He went up to Heaven but will be back at the end of the Aluminum. His return is foretold in the book of Revolution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Until the Shout,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-1800986637938163177?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/1800986637938163177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=1800986637938163177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/1800986637938163177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/1800986637938163177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#1800986637938163177' title='The Chilren&apos;s Bible in a Nutshell'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-2213490119003219307</id><published>2009-05-14T16:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T16:43:01.270+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Pudding Grahamwiches</title><content type='html'>1-1/2 cups cold fat-free milk&lt;br /&gt;1 package (1 ounce) sugar-free instant vanilla pudding mix&lt;br /&gt;1 carton (8 ounces) frozen reduced-fat whipped topping, thawed&lt;br /&gt;1 cup miniature marshmallows&lt;br /&gt;24 whole graham crackers, halved&lt;br /&gt;5 tablespoons miniature semisweet chocolate chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;In a large bowl, whisk milk and pudding mix for 2 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Let stand for 2 minutes or until soft-set.&lt;br /&gt;Fold in whipped topping and marshmallows.&lt;br /&gt;Spread over half of the graham crackers; top with remaining crackers.&lt;br /&gt;Place the chocolate chips in a shallow bowl.&lt;br /&gt;Press edges of each sandwich into chips.&lt;br /&gt;Wrap individually in plastic wrap; place in an airtight container and freeze.&lt;br /&gt;Remove from the freezer about 5 minutes before serving.&lt;br /&gt;Yield: 2 dozen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUTRITIONAL FACTS&lt;br /&gt;One serving (1 each) equals:&lt;br /&gt;108 calories&lt;br /&gt;3 g fat (2 g saturated fat)&lt;br /&gt;0.55 mg cholesterol&lt;br /&gt;143 mg sodium&lt;br /&gt;18 g carbohydrate&lt;br /&gt;1 g fiber&lt;br /&gt;2 g protein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diabetic Exchanges:&lt;br /&gt;1 starch&lt;br /&gt;1/2 fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TASTY TIP&lt;br /&gt;For a delicious change of pace, try using chocolate pudding mix and peanut butter chips in these Grahamwiches. Find other delicious options by mixing and matching different pudding and chip combos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-2213490119003219307?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/2213490119003219307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=2213490119003219307&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/2213490119003219307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/2213490119003219307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#2213490119003219307' title='Pudding Grahamwiches'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-6621415733301844001</id><published>2009-05-13T22:13:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:41:27.171+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the blood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devotional'/><title type='text'>"Sin's Solution -- The Blood"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;". . . without me ye can do nothing." John 15:5b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"But without faith it is impossible to please him . . ." Hebrews 11:6a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;". . . without shedding of blood is no remission." Hebrews 9:22b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wise philosopher of the ages has no answer to the sin problem. The modernist has no answer; the intellectual has no answer. Religion has no answer. ONLY GOD has the answer to man's sin, and that is the cleansing blood of Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one has ever been saved apart from the Blood. Before Calvary, people were saved by looking forward to the cross and the death of the Lamb. Now, men are saved by looking backward to the cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The preaching of the blood is a demonstration of the power of God.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; "For the preaching of the cross is to them that perish foolishness; but unto us which are saved it is the power of God." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(I Cor. 1:18). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The blood and the blood alone can bring peace to the human heart. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"And, having made peace through the blood of his cross, by him to reconcile all things unto himself; by him, I say, whether they be things in earth, or things in heaven." (Col. 1:20).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blood is the difference between the world and eternal life. It is the difference between life and death; the difference between freedom and slavery; the difference between a fiery judgment and eternal bliss. The blood of Jesus Christ is the difference between sin and salvation. The blood takes away sin, judges sin. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;". . . but now once in the end of the world hath he appeared to put away sin by the sacrifice of himself." (Heb. 9:26b)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#99ffff;"&gt;It's Still the Blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Vs. 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Once I wandered in sins black night, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;there was no way I could make my wrongs right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Then the old accuser to the Lord did cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;She is a sinner and now she must die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Vs. 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;(my favorite part)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;But then I heard a voice, "Father I'll go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I'll pay her sin debt at Calvary's flow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I'll bear in my body the marks of the cross;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;To save this child who is sin-sick and lost."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;And it's still the blood that saves from sin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;It's still the blood that cleanses within.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;From the highest star in Heaven to the depths of the sea;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;It is still the blood of Jesus that bring victory to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Vs.3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Now there are those who rely on the works that they do;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Some me count on the times they've prayed through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;But when the battles over and victories been won&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I'll go home through the blood of my Father's precious Son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Because of the Blood,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Sis. Tammy&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/733434371692211182-6621415733301844001?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/6621415733301844001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=6621415733301844001&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/6621415733301844001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/6621415733301844001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#6621415733301844001' title='&quot;Sin&apos;s Solution -- The Blood&quot;'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-3993734616620297570</id><published>2009-05-12T10:13:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T10:25:52.889+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>No-Bake Cheesecake</title><content type='html'>This recipe was given to me by another missionary wife. The name says it all. This is great if you have unexpected guest or are in a rush and forgot to make dessert. I've served it many times and those who like cheesecake love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO-BAKE CHEESECAKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;250g butter cookies or shortbread cookies - crushed&lt;br /&gt;melted margarine&lt;br /&gt;Mix together and form a crust (also may use a graham cracker crust-we just don't have those here, well we don't have graham crackers period!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 large cream cheese&lt;br /&gt;1 can sweetened condensed milk&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. vanilla&lt;br /&gt;Cream together until smooth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup lemon juice (bottled)&lt;br /&gt;Add to above mixture and stir with a spoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour into crust and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;refrigerate&lt;/span&gt; for about 15-20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 can of cherry pie filling&lt;br /&gt;Spread on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy,&lt;br /&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-3993734616620297570?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/3993734616620297570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=3993734616620297570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/3993734616620297570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/3993734616620297570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#3993734616620297570' title='No-Bake Cheesecake'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-5229938787296181241</id><published>2009-05-11T10:05:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T10:21:45.366+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family news'/><title type='text'>Spring/Summer Cleaning?</title><content type='html'>Okay, here's my problem with the above mentioned title . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now May as you all know, but I have not had a chance to start on my spring cleaning yet because we have been trying to push 9 weeks of school into 6 so that we are finished by the time we leave to visit friends on the 25th of this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to start it when we get back, BUT we arrive home on Saturday afternoon or early evening and company comes on Monday until either Wednesday or Thursday.  We then have more company arriving on Friday to stay for 3 weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of all this we will start the new school year back up the second week of June because we are going on a short furlough next summer and we are leaving in April.  Therefore, I want school done before we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my dilema is this . . . when on earth am I suppose to have time to spring or rather summer clean as it is turing out to be?  Soooooo, all you organized, got it all together, creative, energetic, wonderful ladies out there I will take all the advice I can get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should have titled this:  HELP NEEDED, PRONTO!!!  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the Shout,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-5229938787296181241?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/5229938787296181241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=5229938787296181241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/5229938787296181241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/5229938787296181241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#5229938787296181241' title='Spring/Summer Cleaning?'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-4778199793601890318</id><published>2009-05-10T21:42:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:59:10.282+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother&apos;s day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Mother's Day Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mother&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A mother is someone who knows all our needs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Our hopes and our dreams and desires,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;With a genuine interest in all that we do -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Someone who guides and inspires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A heart of a mother is full of compassion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Is generous, kind and forgiving,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The smile of a mother is loving and tender,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And adds so much gladness to living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A mother is someone with infinite patience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Who soothes all our troubles away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;With limitless faith in her children,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And a love for them day after day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A mother is full of true wisdom and strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Loveliness, insight and grace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;She's someone whose love we will cherish forever -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yes - no one can take Mother's place!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY, MAMMA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-4778199793601890318?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/4778199793601890318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=4778199793601890318&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/4778199793601890318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/4778199793601890318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#4778199793601890318' title='Mother&apos;s Day Poem'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-7981372297941319434</id><published>2009-05-10T00:06:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T00:12:51.837+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family news'/><title type='text'>Shingles Update</title><content type='html'>As you recall, my poor hubby had Shingles.  We are thankful that he is over them.  They did not get very severe nor did it last too long.  Praise the Lord!!!  Also, another thing to be thankful for is the pain in his neck is gone.  What a blessing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read up quite a bit about Shingles.  Most of the articles have stated that the pain could last for quite some time, but he has not had any pain in almost a week.  Amazing!  What a wonderful Lord we serve.  I know that it could have been much, much worse.  The Lord truly spared him from a lot and we are very grateful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray all are doing well and looking forward to a wonderful Lord's day tomorrow.  God bless and remember, "THIS COULD BE THE DAY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the Shout,&lt;br /&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-7981372297941319434?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/7981372297941319434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=7981372297941319434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/7981372297941319434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/7981372297941319434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#7981372297941319434' title='Shingles Update'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-2547036302945563548</id><published>2009-05-05T14:01:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:45:51.508+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='England'/><title type='text'>English Things</title><content type='html'>Now that I've figured this picture stuff out, maybe I can get more on here. We shall see . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRPt52r1Xoo/SgA7QB1UtuI/AAAAAAAAABk/y96BWTDhlRo/s1600-h/534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332327105362704098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRPt52r1Xoo/SgA7QB1UtuI/AAAAAAAAABk/y96BWTDhlRo/s320/534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A lovely 'English Thatched Roof Cottage'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRPt52r1Xoo/SgA6u93Z4lI/AAAAAAAAABc/DUdh_JU3Sdg/s1600-h/545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332326537362006610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRPt52r1Xoo/SgA6u93Z4lI/AAAAAAAAABc/DUdh_JU3Sdg/s320/545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; An old fashioned phone kiosk, which happens to be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;becoming obsolete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRPt52r1Xoo/SgA521jYQYI/AAAAAAAAABU/e18rz33KXtE/s1600-h/306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332325573057855874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRPt52r1Xoo/SgA521jYQYI/AAAAAAAAABU/e18rz33KXtE/s320/306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a typical mail box in Britain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We call them post boxes here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just a few photos that I had quick access to. I'll have to try and find some more soon. These were actually taken on my friends camera a few weeks ago when she was here. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Until the Shout,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/733434371692211182-2547036302945563548?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/2547036302945563548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=2547036302945563548&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/2547036302945563548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/2547036302945563548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#2547036302945563548' title='English Things'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRPt52r1Xoo/SgA7QB1UtuI/AAAAAAAAABk/y96BWTDhlRo/s72-c/534.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-7314054577610049852</id><published>2009-05-02T17:36:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T17:59:59.780+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><title type='text'>Plant Photos</title><content type='html'>The other day I told you all that I would take some pictures of my tubs. I know you all were thinkin', "Yeah, right!" Well, here they are. I do pray this will work. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRPt52r1Xoo/Sfx5J3WsitI/AAAAAAAAABM/21lfr-WDOYk/s1600-h/Flowers+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331269269284752082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRPt52r1Xoo/Sfx5J3WsitI/AAAAAAAAABM/21lfr-WDOYk/s320/Flowers+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the front of our house. We live in a semi-detached.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Known to us Americans as a duplex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRPt52r1Xoo/Sfx4eQwEMjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/U4WM8hzPKvI/s1600-h/Flowers+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331268520187802162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRPt52r1Xoo/Sfx4eQwEMjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/U4WM8hzPKvI/s320/Flowers+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRPt52r1Xoo/Sfx4TVl9phI/AAAAAAAAAA0/lD4nEaWUmvE/s1600-h/Flowers+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331268332509046290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRPt52r1Xoo/Sfx4TVl9phI/AAAAAAAAAA0/lD4nEaWUmvE/s320/Flowers+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are my tubs. I can't wait for them to bloom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRPt52r1Xoo/Sfx4Hfu7iJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5xaJHu9EqW8/s1600-h/Flowers+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331268129072580754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRPt52r1Xoo/Sfx4Hfu7iJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5xaJHu9EqW8/s320/Flowers+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My first bloom! Not a professional photo, but . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Can you believe it? I figured it out! With a little help from my dearly beloved. Now maybe I can post more photographs, although they won't be any near as good as yours, Jessica! LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Until the Shout,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRPt52r1Xoo/Sfx3070FTJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f9fqdmixoPQ/s1600-h/Flowers+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRPt52r1Xoo/Sfx3nQap1pI/AAAAAAAAAAc/sv0rrCWougU/s1600-h/Flowers+002.JPG"&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRPt52r1Xoo/Sfx3IiQlfkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bcXj7Pz7Fss/s1600-h/Flowers+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-7314054577610049852?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/7314054577610049852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=7314054577610049852&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/7314054577610049852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/7314054577610049852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#7314054577610049852' title='Plant Photos'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRPt52r1Xoo/Sfx5J3WsitI/AAAAAAAAABM/21lfr-WDOYk/s72-c/Flowers+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-3848120169914677745</id><published>2009-04-30T13:25:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T14:23:57.096+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second Coming'/><title type='text'>This Could Be The Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;As I was reading in Luke 12 this morning, as few verses really stood out to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Blessed are those servants, whom the lord when he cometh shall find watching: verily I say unto you, that he shall gird himself, and make them to sit down to meat, and will come forth and serve them.  And if he shall come in the second watch, or come in the third watch, and find them so, blessed are those servants. . . . . . . . . . Be ye therefore ready also: for the Son of man cometh at an hour when ye think not."  Luke 12:37-38, 40&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;The part that stood out to me most was the very first line, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Blessed are those servants, whom the lord when he cometh shall find watching. . ."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  Now I know that this particular verse is not necessarily in reference to our Lord Jesus Christ, but it is still applicable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Are we truly:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Watching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Anticipating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Longing for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Ready for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;our Lord's  return?  Are our thoughts and minds stayed on Him?  Would you be surprised if He came today?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;My pastor's wife said once that she &lt;em&gt;tries &lt;/em&gt;to go about her day with the thought that THIS could  be the day the Lord returns.  The Bible says &lt;strong&gt;(Luke 12:40)&lt;/strong&gt; that we are to be ready because we don't know when the Lord will come.  As one preacher says, "We need to keep short accounts with God!"  Leave no known sin unconfessed.  I wonder how many of us would have different attitudes and actions each day if we were to think this way? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Is this our attitude?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Wake up with the thought: THIS COULD BE THE DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Work with the thought:  THIS COULD BE THE DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Witness with the thought:  THIS COULD BE THE DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Worship with the thought:  THIS COULD BE THE DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Love with the thought:  THIS COULD BE THE DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Serve with the thought:  THIS COULD BE THE DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Praise Him with the thought:  THIS COULD BE THE DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Lay down our head at night with the though:  THIS COULD STILL BE THE DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;I don't know about you, but I'm guilty of getting my eyes off of what is important.  I needed those verses this morning.  They were a wonderful reminder of my purpose in this life.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Looking for that blessed hope, and the glorious appearing of the great God and our Saviour Jesus Christ."  Titus 2:13&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Until the Shout,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-3848120169914677745?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/3848120169914677745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=3848120169914677745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/3848120169914677745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/3848120169914677745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#3848120169914677745' title='This Could Be The Day!'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-747622594229525449</id><published>2009-04-29T20:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:26:01.241+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Shingles Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Today, Roger has been in a bit more pain around his neck and shoulder.  He has only a few more little spots, which is a blessing.  We are praying his medicine will keep it under control and that it won't be as bad as some we have heard about.  I know he would appreciate your prayers.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Pray that the children don't get chickenpox.  That would be a mess!  YUCK!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;It's about time to relax for the evening, so I won't keep you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Many blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-747622594229525449?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/747622594229525449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=747622594229525449&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/747622594229525449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/747622594229525449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#747622594229525449' title='Shingles Update'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-1349104153332631138</id><published>2009-04-28T22:04:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T22:19:49.842+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family news'/><title type='text'>CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Shingles!  Yes, I said SHINGLES!!!  No, not me.  My husband has them.  Bless his heart!  Really!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;It was confirmed by the doctor this morning.  What a mess!  Let's just say we are beginning to be experts on the subject.  Thank the Lord for access to useful information.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;This is what we have learned so far:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;You had to have had chickenpox in order to get shingles.  What happens is, once you've had chickenpox a part of the virus lays dormant in your body and can become active at any time after that.  Resulting in shingles.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Any one that has had chickenpox can get shingles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;You CAN NOT get shingles from some that has it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;You CAN get chickenpox from someone that has shingles if you've never had them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;It is very painful and that pain can last for quite some time after the virus has disappeared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Well, that's the long and short of it, anyway.  The important facts!  LOL  Although my husband does not find it very funny!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;There are a few more bits to it than that, but I figure if you wanted to know badly enough about it you could just look it up.  Saves me repeating it all, and then I wouldn't have to worry if I got something wrong!  HEHEHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;I pray you all have a wonderful mid-week service.  God bless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-1349104153332631138?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/1349104153332631138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=1349104153332631138&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/1349104153332631138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/1349104153332631138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#1349104153332631138' title='CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-1243882377185434029</id><published>2009-04-24T11:46:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T11:55:56.657+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Beatitudes For The Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;BLESSED are the husband and wife who continue to be affectionate and considerate, loving after the wedding bells have ceased ringing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;BLESSED are the husband and wife who are as polite and courteous to one another as they are to their friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;BLESSED are they who have a sense of humor, for this attribute will be a handy shock absorber. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;BLESSED are they who love their mates more than any other person in the world and who joyfully fulfill their marriage vows of lifetime of fidelity and mutual helpfulness to one another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;BLESSED are they who attain parenthood, for children are a heritage of the Lord. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;BLESSED are they who remember to thank God for their food before they partake of it, and who set apart some time each day for the reading of the Bible and for prayer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;BLESSED are those mates who never speak loudly to one another and who make their home a place where seldom is heard a discouraging word". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;BLESSED are the husband and wife who faithfully attend the worship service of the church and who work together in the church for the advancement of Christ's Kingdom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;BLESSED are the husband and wife who can work out problems of adjustments without interference from relatives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;BLESSED is the couple who has a complete understanding about financial matters and who has worked out a perfect partnership with all money under the control of both. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;BLESSED are the husband and wife who humbly dedicate their lives and their home to Christ and who practice the teachings of Christ in the home by being unselfish, loyal, and loving. - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Author Unknown &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/733434371692211182-1243882377185434029?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/1243882377185434029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=1243882377185434029&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/1243882377185434029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/1243882377185434029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#1243882377185434029' title=''/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-6064739504888899919</id><published>2009-04-17T23:41:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T00:19:20.748+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family news'/><title type='text'>April Showers . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Today was a busy day.  School as usual, but after that I went to B&amp;amp;Q (kind of like Lowe's) and got my compost and flowers for my tubs.  I couldn't hardly wait.  I'm not into flower beds and all that big stuff, but I love to put pots out front.  Bare brick gets drab after the long winters and I like to have it colorful for the summer months.  If I can figure it out I'll try to put a picture of them up in the next day or so and then again when they are in full bloom.  I put in some trailing lobelia and buzy lizzies.  I usually put in the lobelia and trailing petunias, but wanted something different this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Once I got home the children had fun helping me fill the pots with the compost.  They filled them and I put in the flowers.  I think they just enjoyed playing in the dirt myself, but . . . . . .  we had a good time anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;My dad is trying to talk me into getting them a tomato plant or something to mess around with.  I might have to think about it.  I know they'd like it.  Our yard isn't big enough for a proper garden so that is out, but a pot or two could be workable.  Anyway, it's something to think about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;I pray you all have a lovely weekend.  Ours is actually suppose to be nice, but in England I'll believe it when I see it.  LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Until the Shout,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-6064739504888899919?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/6064739504888899919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=6064739504888899919&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/6064739504888899919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/6064739504888899919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#6064739504888899919' title='April Showers . . .'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-1879098665843610846</id><published>2009-04-10T20:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T20:55:17.447+01:00</updated><title type='text'>One of These Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm soooo glad that one of these days there is going to be no need for good-byes and tears.  Praise the LORD!!  Isn't that GREAT?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;One of these days our Lord is going to split that eastern sky and we will get to be together forever.  The Lord told us to comfort ourselves with these thoughts in I Thess. chapter 5.  It seems thoughts like this are so much more prevalent when you've just had to say good-bye to someone that is very dear to you. But, I'm glad we have God's Word and what a comfort it is.  Amen!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first.  Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord.  Wherefore comfort one another with these words." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1 Thess. 5 v.16-18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Revelation 21 v.4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WHOOHOOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;UNTIL THE SHOUT,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-1879098665843610846?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/1879098665843610846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=1879098665843610846&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/1879098665843610846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/1879098665843610846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#1879098665843610846' title='One of These Day!'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-7824443779044760666</id><published>2009-04-04T20:13:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T21:14:37.237+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family news'/><title type='text'>Suprise Visitor?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;You read it right.  When my husband came back from the U.S. he said that we were going to have company for 2 weeks, but would he tell us who?  No way!  How cruel!  The suspense was horrible.  LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;As some of you might recall, I wrote about our best friends moving back to the States for good.  Well, I had not seen my best friend for nearly 2 years, although her husband was back in September to finish packing things up and trying to get the house ready to sell.  In that time frame I hadn't been able to talk to her on the phone for about a year or more because they only had cell phones and it cost us both alot of money to talk, sooooo . . . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;While my husband was in the States he got to go see them and used his phone card for me to talk to her.  As soon as I heard her voice on the phone I started crying.  I hadn't realized just how much I'd really missed being able to talk to her (not just via e-mail).  Needless to say I think I cried throughout the whole conversation.  It was soooo good to hear her voice and be able to carry on a proper conversation.  What a blessing that was, and since they have found a cheap plan through the Internet that they can use to make long distance calls we will be able to talk as often as we like.  Praise the Lord!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Anyway, back to my story . . . . I had absolutely NO IDEA who might be coming to visit.  But, we drove to the airport and there she was.  MY BEST FRIEND!!!!!!!!!!!  I didn't know whether to shout or cry or both!!  LOL LOL LOL  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;My friend, Kelley, and her oldest son have missed England terribly.  She never had the opportunity to say a proper good-bye to her beloved England, so this was a combined trip.  Although, I did threaten to steal her passport.  LOL  I told her husband if he wanted her, he'd have to come get her!  LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;We have had a wonderful time.  God has been so good to allow us this time.  We've been very busy, but having a blast.  I'm not used to running this much, so I'm exhausted!  LOL  I'll give you a quick run down of her trip thus far:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt; - Ms. Kelley arrived in UK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;     - went into Kettering town, ended up scoping out all the Charity shops (goodwills)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Friday&lt;/strong&gt;           - Went to Peterborough (where they worked for about 10 years), shopped there for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;in the morning, the church in Peterborough had a get together for her so that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;they could all have a chance to see Ms. Kelley and say their good-byes.  Also, we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;had Youth Rally that night at the church in Peterborough.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Left home around 9 or 9.30 a.m. and didn't get until about 10 or 10.30 p.m.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;A VERY LONG DAY!!!            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;      - We left home around a quarter past 10 in the morning to meet up with Jessica, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; a real sweet lady in the church and did some charity shopping in Northampton.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;We had a lovely Chinese Buffet (THANKS JESSICA, it was a blessing).  Then we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;charity shopped some more.  I would never have known there were so many if it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;weren't for Jessica.  Thanks!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;         - Church.  Bro. Constantine was back with us again.  He works for IBM out in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;California and he was doing some more work in the UK.  It is always good to have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; him in the services.  I believe we've just about made him and honorary member.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Monday&lt;/strong&gt;        - Ms. Kelley and I collapsed.  Didn't do anything we didn't absolutely HAVE to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;       - We went to Leicester (pronounced lester).  Did some looking around and had a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;good time looking around and seeing how much the town has changed in the last &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;few years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt; - I had school and Ms. Kelley went with the others on outreach.  They were passing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;out tracts in the town center.  It was one of the highlights of her week she says.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Went to the national pastors church that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;     - Didn't do much.  Just kind of hung around home and got ready for our services.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Friday&lt;/strong&gt;           - Left home a little before 9.30 a.m. and headed towards Moulton where William &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Carey pastored, then went to Olney and visited the church where John Newton &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;pastored and saw the house where he penned "Amazing Grace".  We actually sang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;it in the church.  Great accustics!  LOL  In the same town is where William &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Cowper lived.  We saw the summer house where he wrote many of his poems and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;hymns.  After that we headed to Bedford and the town of John Bunyan.  We were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; telling the folks a Bunyan's where we had been and they had never heard of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;William Carey.  Isn't that sad?  Such wonderful history in this great land, yet folks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;don't even know about it.  Heartbreaking!!    Had FISH-N-CHIPS for supper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;      - Just hung out at home and then I took Caleb to Karate.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Sorry if I bored you to tears.  I thought that as long as I'm writing this it would be a good way for me to also keep track of what we've done as sort of like a journal.  Sorry you had to suffer through it all.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Needless to say, it has been great having Ms. Kelley here.  She flies out on Tuesday.  &lt;strong&gt;Pray for me.  It will be hard to see her go.&lt;/strong&gt;  She is the sweetest Christian woman I know.  Such a wonderful example of what a Christian wife, mother, pastor's wife and friend ought to be.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I pray you all have a wonderful Lord's Day tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Until the Shout,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-7824443779044760666?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/7824443779044760666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=7824443779044760666&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/7824443779044760666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/7824443779044760666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#7824443779044760666' title='Suprise Visitor?'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-1801451214161647650</id><published>2009-03-23T20:08:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:18:21.700Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight watchers'/><title type='text'>Weigh-In</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt;All I can say is, "PRAISE THE LORD!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt;I went tonight not sure how things would turn out, but I lost 4.5lbs and am sooooooo excited.  I couldn't believe it and Roger lost 4lbs.  Amazing!  That really gives you a boost, if you know what I mean.  If you've been struggling and things it makes you want to just get on with it and do a good job the next week.  I wish I could bottle this focus!  LOL  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt;I pray you all are doing well and the Lord is blessing you.  We've been extremely busy since my husband has been home.  But, then again it seems like we are always busy.  :-)    I bet you all feel that way at times, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt;Well, my beloved it home with our dinner so I'd better go and eat it while it's hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt;God bless and have a lovely, LIGHT week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt;Until the Shout,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;"I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-1801451214161647650?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/1801451214161647650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=1801451214161647650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/1801451214161647650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/1801451214161647650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#1801451214161647650' title='Weigh-In'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-7194136980600170614</id><published>2009-03-21T20:52:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-21T21:17:14.060Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family news'/><title type='text'>Family News</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Where to begin. . . . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I put on 2 pounds this week.  BOOOOOOO!  It must be all the goodies my wonderful hubby brought home with him.  I have walked twice this week and it would have been more but it was really windy on the first day and I ended up with a head cold.  YUCK!!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Roger has been busy playing catch-up with all his mail and errands.  I'm glad he's home.  I'm not used to doing all his running and you want to talk about being busy?  I think I met myself a few times as I was out and about and keepin' things going with the house, too!  LOL LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Today has been a crazy day.  Caleb had a lesson this morning in karate so we were there at 11:00.  While we were there we found out that one of the guys' wife (Will and Candy) was trying to go into labour.  He had been up most of the night with little progress.  He wasn't sure if he was going to get to grade today.  Caleb's grading was scheduled for 4:00 so we got there at 3:00.  This way he could get changed and warm-up.  Good thing, too because they went in about 15 minutes earlier than planned.  Anyway, all this time Will's family (his brother and his family are all in the same class) were texting back and forth keeping tabs on Candy's progress hoping Will would still be able to get there to grade.  He was going to be going for his Brown/Red belt, which is one step away from his black belt.  Well, to make a long story short . . . . . .he left her at the hospital in the deliver suite (5cm dilated) just to try and get there in time to grade, but the hospital called him back while he was en route.  So, he didn't get to make it.  Brooke should be here by now, Lord willing.  I can't wait to see her.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;One of the women in the class, Margaret, buried her mother yesterday.  I felt really sorry for her.  She was struggling so much while trying to grade today.  You could tell that she wasn't with it.  The main instructor wasn't going to pass her, but one of the other women told him about her mother and he said that she passed, but just barely.  She was in tears, poor thing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Talk about a whale of a day.  So much going on.  I'm tired just thinking about it.  Oh well, I know that I've bored you enough and probably caused some confusion with all that's been happening so I'd better get going for now.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I pray you all have a wonderful and glorious Lord's day tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Until the Shout,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-7194136980600170614?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/7194136980600170614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=7194136980600170614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/7194136980600170614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/7194136980600170614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#7194136980600170614' title='Family News'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-7007453920732470583</id><published>2009-03-10T12:08:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-10T12:19:05.313Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight watchers'/><title type='text'>Weigh-In Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;I know, I've not posted in awhile.  Things are pretty hectic with my wonderful husband being gone.  I haven't posted about my weight watcher either in awhile.  Boy am I behind!! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Well, I had put on a little bit which put me at only about 11 lbs. lost.  Last week I lost 2lbs. and this week I lost 1.  I only have 1 more to go to get back to where I was and I really was hoping it would have happened last night, but . . . . . .   there is always next week.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;I pray I loose more than a pound next week.   I want to highlight another square on my graph chart.  You probably want to know what that is right?  Well, what I did is I found free graph paper on-line and fit it to how many squares (each square represents a pound)  I needed to get to goal.  As I loose, I highlight or mark off either a half or whole square.  It is kind-of an incentive to keep going as I put it on the frig.  LOL  And it has been some time since I've been able to mark one off.  Now that I'm back in the game I want to keep going.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Goal is a long weigh (pun intended) off, but I'll keep it up little by little.  And too all you out there in diet land remember . . . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Philippians 4:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-7007453920732470583?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/7007453920732470583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=7007453920732470583&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/7007453920732470583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/7007453920732470583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#7007453920732470583' title='Weigh-In Day'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-2154013821397548806</id><published>2009-02-22T16:30:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-22T16:42:38.527Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>"Why Be Bitter?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;". . . lest any root of bitterness springing up trouble you, and thereby many be defiled;"  Hebrews 12:15b&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;What is the curse of bitterness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Our untiy it destroys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;People are one no longer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And have no common joy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;What is the curse of bitterness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;It usefulness destroys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Thinking they are useful men,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;They're really only boys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;What is the cause of bitterness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Slef-righteous little I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Thinking we need a party,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;When we really need to die!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;We have misplaced relationships-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"As soon as thy son was come" -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Not caring for them as brothers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Our concern for them is gone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Remember God's richest blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Yes, this is bitterness' cure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;When we need no more than what we have, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Then we are rich for sure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Lo, I am with you alway,"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And &lt;em&gt;"Thou art ever with me,"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;In His abiding presence is certain victory!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;From &lt;strong&gt;The Bitter Brother&lt;/strong&gt;, by Evangalist Tim Green.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Until the Shout,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-2154013821397548806?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/2154013821397548806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=2154013821397548806&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/2154013821397548806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/2154013821397548806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#2154013821397548806' title='&quot;Why Be Bitter?&quot;'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-4250429705286181645</id><published>2009-02-18T12:06:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-18T12:26:09.828Z</updated><title type='text'>Our 14th Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;How hard to believe.  It seems like just yesterday that we met.  I praise the Lord for my husband.  He is the sweetest man I know.  Even if he is sometimes forgetful, LOL!  Inside joke.  He'll know what I'm talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;We are not together for our anniversary this year, the first time ever.  He was flown into the States for a special meeting and will be there until the middle of March.  I miss him and look forward to having him back home.  Needless to say, I'm very busy with school and keeping the wheels turning while his is away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Please pray for his safe travel mercies.  He took a young man from the church with him for the first two weeks.  From what I hear they are having a blast.  You know the old saying, "While the cats away the mice will play!"  LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Honey, I just want to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"HAPPY 14th ANNIVERSARY, I LOVE YOU!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-4250429705286181645?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/4250429705286181645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=4250429705286181645&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/4250429705286181645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/4250429705286181645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#4250429705286181645' title='Our 14th Anniversary!'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-1198895978235252660</id><published>2009-02-07T11:12:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-07T11:22:06.265Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Chocolate-Glazed Brownies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I don't know about you, but I love brownies.  It doesn't seem to matter what kind, they all sound good.  It must have something to do with the name.  I mean really, think about.  Doesn't the word Brownies just leave you with a wonderful picture in mind and a taste in your mouth? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I better give you the recipe, now that I've managed to give everyone the hunger for brownies!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;INGREDIENTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;1/3 cup butter, softened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;1 cup sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;3 egg whites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla extract&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;2/3 cup all-purpose flour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;1/2 cup baking cocoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;1/2 teaspoon baking powder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;1/4 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;CHOCOLATE GLAZE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;2/3 cup confectioners' sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;2 tablespoons baking cocoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;1/4 teaspoon vanilla extract&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;3 to 4 teaspoons hot water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Candy sprinkles, optional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;DIRECTIONS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;*In a large mixing bowl, cream butter and sugar until light and fluffy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;*Beat in egg whites. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;*Beat in vanilla. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;*Combine the flour, cocoa, baking powder and salt; gradually add to creamed mixture.&lt;br /&gt;*Spread into an 8-in. square baking pan coated with nonstick cooking spray. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;*Bake at 350° for 20-25 minutes or until a toothpick inserted near the center comes out clean. *Cool on a wire rack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;FOR GLAZE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;*In a small bowl, combine the confectioners' sugar, cocoa, vanilla and enough water to achieve desired consistency. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;*Spread over brownies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;*Decorate with candy sprinkles if desired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;*Cut into bars. Yield: 1 dozen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;NUTRITIONAL FACTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;One serving (1 each) equals:&lt;br /&gt;173 calories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;6 g fat (3 g saturated fat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;14 mg cholesterol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;124 mg sodium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;30 g carbohydrate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;2 g fiber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;2 g protein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Diabetic Exchanges:&lt;br /&gt;2 starch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-1198895978235252660?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/1198895978235252660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=1198895978235252660&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/1198895978235252660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/1198895978235252660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#1198895978235252660' title='Chocolate-Glazed Brownies'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-4021801019883928305</id><published>2009-02-04T16:38:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-04T16:53:15.539Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family news'/><title type='text'>Let it Snow! Let it Snow! Let it Snow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;The title should say it all.  We've had more snow this week than we've had in, well, years.  It started on Monday morning and snowed all day long.  We ended up with about 3-4 inches I reckon.  The only problem is these British folk are most definitely NOT used to it.  Our subdivision was a solid sheet of ice all yesterday and this morning.  They were flying through here yesterday, but slowed down considerably today.  I am so thankful we have a driveway to park in!!!  LOL LOL LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;The children are having a blast.  Of course we can still have school!  LOL  Much to their dismay, but there is always time for playing, too!  Rebekah took a turn at making a snowman and Caleb made his first ever snow angel.  How FUN!!!!   They are enjoying it so much.  That is where they are now.  I made them some hot chocolate and let them drink it half way through their playing.  I figured their hands were cold so they may as well have a warm tummy if possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;I'm fixin' to bring them in and let them take a nice warm bath and have some homemade soup and a baguette for supper.  It will be perfect for this weather.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;I'd better go for now and get my chitlins' in here before they freeze to the ground out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;Many blessings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;Until the Shout,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;Sis. Tammy  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-4021801019883928305?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/4021801019883928305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=4021801019883928305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/4021801019883928305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/4021801019883928305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#4021801019883928305' title='Let it Snow! Let it Snow! Let it Snow!'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-2638224506859127019</id><published>2009-01-28T15:23:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-28T15:55:48.640Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family news'/><title type='text'>Just alot going on</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;Sorry I've not posted recently.  Things with us are fine, but there is a lot of things going on with my family back in the States and my heart has just been so heavy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;My dad is doing well.  He got his permanent cast on yesterday.  They only had to put one on up to his knee, thankfully.  But . . .  it was very painful for him.  He will have to have the cast changed after so long being as how it was such a bad break and he will have to have a different kind fitted.  He has been trying to go far to long without his pain medication, but the doctor said it was one of the most painful breaks that you can have so he definitely needed to keep up on his meds.  He was amazed that Dad had made it for 8 hours without anything this early in the healing.  Although, in saying that Dad told me last night that the next time he has to go get a new cast he is taking 2 pain pills and hopefully he won't feel what they are doing to him.  LOL LOL LOL     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;My Mom had to have surgery on Monday.  She has a lot of fluid in her kidneys for some reason.  Her bladder is working fine, but her kidneys are not processing correctly or something.  They put stints in from her kidneys to her bladder and checking for stones.  I don't know what the end result is going to be, but I'm just praying that it won't be anything serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;I can't really go into detail, but my brother and my sister are both having marriage difficulties, but for completely different reasons.  Just pray is all I can ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;It is very hard being so far away at times, but God knows my heart.  He knows that it is heavy and burdened.  I'm just thankful that God has told us to "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cast&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;[our] &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;care upon him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" and that He knows and cares.   I truly do not know how people go about dealing with life all alone.  I praise the Lord that "I am His and He is mine" and that He has promised to "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;leave&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; [me] &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nor forsake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; [me]."   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;I will try to post again soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333333;"&gt;Listen for the Trumpet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-2638224506859127019?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/2638224506859127019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=2638224506859127019&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/2638224506859127019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/2638224506859127019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#2638224506859127019' title='Just alot going on'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-7972160704298403589</id><published>2009-01-19T19:53:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-19T20:05:18.474Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer request'/><title type='text'>Update on my Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;My Dad had his surgery yesterday. I told him I really appreciated the Birthday present (it was my birthday yesterday). He didn't think it was funny. I got to speak to him today. I asked him whether he was Doppy, Sleepy or Grumpy? He said was a bit of all three. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had to place a rod and screws in the top part of his ankle where the bone twisted. He has a 3/4 cast on right now with bandages up to his mid-thigh. They need to wait for about 8-10 days before they put the thigh high cast on to make sure that he is healing properly since he is diabetic (although it is controlled with his diet). They want to put the higher cast on so that his knee can't twist, hence the bone is completely stabilized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is hurting, but doesn't want to take much pain killer. Stubborn is what I call it, I don't know about you. Things are going to be very difficult for him mobility wise the next few months. And since his job is very physical he will have to be completely better before they will sign him off to be able to work again. That means he is only going to be getting workman's comp. Pray that the Lord would help them to be very wise stewards in the coming months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I really appreciate all those who have prayed for my Daddy. It really means alot. Thank You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-7972160704298403589?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/7972160704298403589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=7972160704298403589&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/7972160704298403589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/7972160704298403589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#7972160704298403589' title='Update on my Dad'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-6578359197307692916</id><published>2009-01-19T19:48:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-19T19:53:39.847Z</updated><title type='text'>Weigh-In</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I forgot to post my progress last week.  I had put on a pound.  Not to bad considering I hadn't been since the Monday before Christmas.  I was glad it wasn't more, shocked also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;This week I managed to loose that pound.  PTL!!!!  At least it was in the right direction.  I'm struggling a bit getting back into the swing of it.  We were really doing good before Christmas, so I reckon we had better get our heads back together and do this properly, huh?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Well, it's the start of a new week so that's a blessings.  Clean slate if you know what I mean.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I better go, I need to post on how my dad is doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Little by little,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003333;"&gt;"I can do all things through Christ, which strengtheneth me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003333;"&gt;Phil. 4:13&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/733434371692211182-6578359197307692916?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/6578359197307692916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=6578359197307692916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/6578359197307692916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/6578359197307692916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#6578359197307692916' title='Weigh-In'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-822401164964492060</id><published>2009-01-17T19:47:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-17T19:59:11.265Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer request'/><title type='text'>Prayer Request</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to leave a prayer request with you all.  When I got home from taking Caleb to karate my husband told me that I needed to call my mom.  I got ahold of her and found out that my dad is in the hospital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had fallen at work on some ice and broken his leg, in 3 places.  He may have to have surgery.  It happened about 9 this morning (est) and he didn't get to the hospital until almost 11, my mom beat him there by about 45 minutes.  He works in a lyme plant and had evidently left his radio in the truck (PTL he had his cell phone on him), but unforunately the plant phone was on the blink on and off.  He had to call my mom and have her call his partner and get an amublance down there.  Momma was still in the emercency room with him when I got ahold of her.  They were waiting for a bed to become available (now it sounds like they're in England).  I talked to him for a few minutes and the pain killers were working pretty good so he didn't feel too bad.  Thank the Lord! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for him, he isn't going to like this.  He hates needles for one and he isn't used to sitting still for long.  Pray for me, too; when things happen it is hard not to be able to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-822401164964492060?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/822401164964492060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=822401164964492060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/822401164964492060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/822401164964492060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#822401164964492060' title='Prayer Request'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-2484634144172952273</id><published>2009-01-17T13:11:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-01-17T13:34:48.450Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devotional'/><title type='text'>"Not My Wagon"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"And when they had brought their ships to land, they forsook all, and followed him."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke 5:11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;In the old country many years ago, a Methodist minister named McIntrye was musing about moving to the new country - America. They had a family council and weighed the cost: friends and family, their eldest daughter - a young beau. However, the youngest were all gung-ho to go. It was decided and the date was set for an auction. Furniture and household goods went without too much regret, and then the auctioneer picked up the youngest boy's red wagon. The bidding began for the beloved toy and the lad bellowed as he grabbed the wagon tongue and began to pull it form the man's grasp. "No! Father, I didn't know you meant my red wagon, too, had to be left behind." The father gently led the boy and wagon around behind the house and said, "Son, you can keep your wagon, but you have to say here with it alone when our mother and I leave for the new land." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;What are we holding on to that is keeping us from the blessing and presence of God in our life? What is riveting us "here" when God wants to release us to "there"? Why would we want a red wagon when God has a brighter conveyance of joy for the journey? Why abide in the old country and miss the abundance of the new country? Why stay on this side when He wants us to cross over? Children of God, we need to lose our grip on the past to experience the blessing of the present on the road to the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Until the Shout,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Sis. Tammy&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/733434371692211182-2484634144172952273?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/2484634144172952273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=2484634144172952273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/2484634144172952273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/2484634144172952273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#2484634144172952273' title='&quot;Not My Wagon&quot;'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-4808115482004567427</id><published>2009-01-13T19:54:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:07:07.558Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Double-Chocolate Cream Roll</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I know that we have just finished with Christmas, but that doesn't mean that we don't entertain for the rest of the year.  So for all those calorie counters and W.W.'s out there, here is a low fat recipe for you all to try.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.tasteofhome.com/rd.asp?id=" pmcode="IHJDL02L&amp;amp;e=" style="FONT-SIZE: 20px; COLOR: #744a82; BORDER-BOTTOM: 2px dotted; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.tasteofhome.com/rd.asp?id=6914&amp;amp;pmcode=IHJDL02L&amp;amp;e=59520"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Double-Chocolate Cream Roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Guests will never guess that this pretty refrigerated cake roll—with its creamy filling and drizzles of caramel and fudge—is low in fat! An update of an old recipe, this version replaces the original whipped cream filling with pudding and nondairy topping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;INGREDIENTS:&lt;br /&gt;5 eggs, separated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla extract&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;1 cup plus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;2 teaspoons confectioners' sugar, divided&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;3 tablespoons baking cocoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;1/8 teaspoon salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;1-1/2 cups cold fat-free milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;2 packages (3.3 ounces each) instant white chocolate pudding mix or 2 packages (3.4 ounces) instant vanilla pudding mix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;1 carton (8 ounces) frozen reduced-fat whipped topping, thawed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;3 tablespoons fat-free caramel ice cream topping, divided&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;1/2 cup chopped walnuts, divided&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;1 tablespoon fat-free hot fudge ice cream topping, warmed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;DIRECTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;Coat a 15-in. x 10-in. x 1-in baking pan with nonstick cooking spray; line with parchment paper, coated with nonstick cooking spray. Set aside. In a large mixing bowl, beat egg yolks on high speed until thick and lemon-colored. Beat in vanilla. Combine 1 cup confectioners' sugar, cocoa and salt; gradually add to egg yolks. In a small mixing bowl, beat egg whites until stiff peaks form. Fold into egg yolk mixture. Spread into prepared pan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Bake at 350° for 14-16 minutes or until cake springs back when lightly touched. Immediately invert the cake onto a kitchen towel dusted with remaining confectioners' sugar. Gently but quickly peel off parchment paper. Roll up cake in the towel jelly-roll style, starting with a short side. Cool completely on a wire rack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;In a small mixing bowl, beat milk and pudding mix on low speed for 2 minutes. Fold in whipped topping. Set aside 1 cup. Unroll cake; spread remaining filling evenly over cake to within 1/2 in of edges. Drizzle with 2 tablespoons of caramel topping; sprinkle with 6 tablespoons of walnuts. Roll up again. Spread reserved filling over cake roll. Drizzle with hot fudge sauce and remaining caramel topping. Sprinkle with remaining walnuts. Cover and refrigerate for 1 hour before serving. Refrigerate leftovers. Yield: 12 servings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUTRITIONAL FACTS&lt;br /&gt;One slice equals:&lt;br /&gt;227 calories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;8 g fat (3 g saturated fat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;89 mg cholesterol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;301 mg sodium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;33 g carbohydrate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;1 g fiber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;5 g protein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Diabetic Exchanges:&lt;br /&gt;2 starch, 1-1/2 fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TASTY TIP&lt;br /&gt;Look intimidating? Making a cake roll is much easier than you think. Check out this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.tasteofhome.com/Video--Cake-Roll" href="http://www.tasteofhome.com/Video--Cake-Roll"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;step-by-step video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Enjoy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-4808115482004567427?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/4808115482004567427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=4808115482004567427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/4808115482004567427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/4808115482004567427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#4808115482004567427' title='Double-Chocolate Cream Roll'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-2617949558054265242</id><published>2009-01-05T16:25:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-05T16:39:49.030Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family news'/><title type='text'>Howdy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Just thought I'd drop a line real quick.  I've not been well for the last 6 days or so.  I had a real bad cold and it was trying to go into my chest, which thankfully has not happened thus far but I sure am sore from coughing.  I guess that is one way to use your stomach muscles!  LOL LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I've not seen anyone since last Wednesday when we had our post Christmas party.  I didn't even get to go to church yesterday, which is very unusual.  I've tried to do a few loads of laundry today, but every time I go outside (my washer and dryer are in the garage) I can feel it going straight into my chest.  I literally dash out, throw the clothes wherever they need to be and dash back in so I'm not out there for very long.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;What a mess!  The last few day before school starts and I'm trapped in the house.  HOW FUN! NOT!!!!   This sounds awful, but for those of you who have been poorly you'll understand; I haven't even been dressed.  I mean really whats the point?  I'm not going anywhere or seeing anyone so what's the difference?  I don't feel good so why take the time and effort to get dressed, right?  RIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Well, that was a quick update for now.  I'll try to write more once I've gotten myself back together and feeling human.  HA! HA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Until the Shout,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-2617949558054265242?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/2617949558054265242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=2617949558054265242&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/2617949558054265242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/2617949558054265242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#2617949558054265242' title='Howdy!'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-3119541709392715173</id><published>2008-12-30T16:38:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-30T17:12:31.233Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;It's hard to believe that another year has come and almost gone. I remember when we were all ringing in the new millenium and that seems just like yesterday, now we are heading into 2009. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&gt; Are there things that you would change about 2008 if given the chance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&gt; Are there lives that have been changed because of you in 2008? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;As children of God we have such an accountability. So much responsibility. I know that there are things that I would change about 2008, as I'm sure most of you do. What we need to remember is that we DO NOT want to make the same mistakes twice. We don't want to have to 'lick that calf over again' as we would say in Georgia. We need to remember that we are to redeem the time according to Scripture, because the days are evil (Eph. 5:16) The more evil the day the harder the task and we need to be busy about the Father's business while there is still time. The Lord's work is different for each of us, but no less important than any other persons job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;We need to be more fervent in our Bible reading, Bible study, prayer and witnessing. These are not new year's resolutions, but areas that tend to sometimes get pushed aside a bit (especially during busy holiday seasons) and not coveted as the precious jewels that they are. If we are to endure as good soldiers, then we must have our armour on and be ready to do battle. Because just as assuredly as we know the Lord's return in nigh, so does the devil and we need to be ready to fight. We can not be ready if we have not read up, studied up, prayed up or emptied out (of self). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;May each of us strive in 2009 to be more of what the Lord would have us be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-3119541709392715173?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/3119541709392715173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=3119541709392715173&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/3119541709392715173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/3119541709392715173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#3119541709392715173' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-3374248390208073143</id><published>2008-12-25T00:47:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-12-25T00:55:47.216Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Poem'/><title type='text'>'Twas The Night Before Jesus Came</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;'Twas the night before Jesus came and all through the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a creature was praying, not one in the house,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their Bibles were lain on the shelf without care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In hopes that Jesus would not come there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children were dressing to crawl into bed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not once ever kneeling or bowing a head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mom in her rocker with baby on her lap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was watching the Late Show while I took a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When out of the East there arose such a clatter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sprang to my feet to see what was the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away to the window I flew like a flash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When what to my wondering eyes should appear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But angels proclaiming that Jesus was here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a light like the sun sending forth a bright ray,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew in a moment this must be THE DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light of His face made me cover my head,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Jesus! Returning just like He had said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though I possessed worldly wisdom and wealth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried when I saw Him in spite of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Book of Life which He held in His hand,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was written the name of every saved man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spoke not a word as He searched for my name;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When He said, "It's not here," my head hung in shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people whose names had been written with love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gathered to take to His Father above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With those who were ready He rose without a sound,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While all the rest were left standing around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell to my knees, but it was too late;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had waited too long and thus sealed my fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood and I cried as they rose out of sight,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if only I had been ready tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of this poem the meaning is clear;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coming of Jesus is drawing near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only one life and when comes the last call,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll find that the Bible was true after all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Author&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dianne Frances Donenfeld - 1988 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;"For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first: Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord. Wherefore comfort one another with these words. But in times and the seasons, brethren, ye have no need that I write unto you. For yourselves know perfectly that the day of the Lord so cometh as a thief in the night."&lt;br /&gt;I Thessalonians 4:16-5:2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Until the Shout,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-3374248390208073143?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/3374248390208073143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=3374248390208073143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/3374248390208073143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/3374248390208073143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#3374248390208073143' title='&apos;Twas The Night Before Jesus Came'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-5336204566992841348</id><published>2008-12-22T20:40:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-22T20:49:37.042Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight watchers'/><title type='text'>Weigh-In</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Just a short note, being as how I've already blogged today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;I lost 2.5lbs. today.  WOOOHOOOOO!   That puts me back to where I started, at a 15 pound loss.  Praise the Lord.  This week should be fun, but I'm not going to worry about it too much.  I want to enjoy the week and then I'll start renewed next week.  I don't plan to go way overboard, but I do plan to have some of what I like and want.  It is one week of about 2 in the whole year where it is expected to gain weight, right?????  LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;'Talk' to you all soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Until the shout,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;"I can do all things through Christ, which strengtheneth me."  Phil. 4:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-5336204566992841348?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/5336204566992841348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=5336204566992841348&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/5336204566992841348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/5336204566992841348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#5336204566992841348' title='Weigh-In'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-191291032086565000</id><published>2008-12-22T16:09:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-22T16:14:53.796Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Poem'/><title type='text'>NO ROOM IN THE INN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;The couple had traveled such a long way.&lt;br /&gt;They had come far by night, and had come far by day.&lt;br /&gt;The lady was Mary, she would give birth soon.&lt;br /&gt;Her companion was Joseph, who hoped to find a room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all the Inns were full, no rooms anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't there just one person, out there who cared?&lt;br /&gt;The last Innkeeper, was sorry to say...&lt;br /&gt;There just aren't any rooms left here today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the kindly man saw, that Mary needed rest.&lt;br /&gt;So he quickly announced: "this offer's my best."&lt;br /&gt;"There's a stable out back, and you're welcome to stay.&lt;br /&gt;There isn't a bed, but lots of warm hay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The animals all quieted as they entered the door.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph led Mary to a clear spot on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;They kept their quiet vigil all through the night.&lt;br /&gt;Just before morning...they saw a Great Light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The babe had arrived, with a sweet smiling face.&lt;br /&gt;He'd been born among them, in this small little place.&lt;br /&gt;But soon the stable was crowded with shepherds and kings.&lt;br /&gt;They had followed a star, they had heard angels sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gifts they had brought him, from far and from near.&lt;br /&gt;Something had told them all to come here.&lt;br /&gt;Each one of them knew, as the morning progressed;&lt;br /&gt;That things had changed, that they each were blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine the Joy, they felt that day?&lt;br /&gt;To see our Lord Jesus on that first Christmas Day!&lt;br /&gt;Do you think if the Innkeeper knew now, what he didn't know then...&lt;br /&gt;That he still would announce, "No Room at the Inn?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Author:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;LadyGator 1999&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, "Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men."&lt;br /&gt;Luke 2:13-14&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-191291032086565000?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/191291032086565000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=191291032086565000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/191291032086565000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/191291032086565000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#191291032086565000' title='NO ROOM IN THE INN'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-8488326188573111947</id><published>2008-12-20T09:09:00.011Z</published><updated>2008-12-20T09:58:34.161Z</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is coming, are you ready?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Okay everyone, this is it. The home stretch to Christmas Day! How are you all doing with preparations? Me? Well, I've finished all grocery and Christmas shopping. HALLELUJAH!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;No more crowds (because I HAVE to be out in them). I had planned to start my cooking on Monday, but since that is weigh-in day, I think I'll start on Tuesday instead and just get the major house work done instead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I know we each will be busy in the next few days and I want to take this time to send out Christmas blessings! I don't know when I'll be able to post next, maybe again before Christmas, but with all the work to be done before then it could well be after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But, preparations aside, let us not forget why Jesus came. He came, not to just be born in a manger, but to save men, women and children from sin. Let's not leave Him in a manger because that was not His ultimate goal. His goal was to come and make a way for you and I to be saved from our own wicked sinfulness. He laid down his life that we might have a wonderful, beautiful and personal relationship with God. It's that amazing? Doesn't that just humble you? To think that the God of Glory gave up soooooo much just for the likes of us. How awesome!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"For God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world; but that the world through him might be saved. He that believeth on him is not condemned: but he that believeth not is condemned already, because he hath not believed in the name of the only begotten Son of God. And this is the condemnation, that light is come into the world, and men loved darkness rather than light, because their deeds were evil. For every one that doeth evil hateth the light, neither cometh to the light, lest his deeds should be reproved. But he that doeth truth cometh to the light, that his deeds may be made manifest, that they are wrought in God." John 3:17-21&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Are you celebrating Christmas for the RIGHT reasons this year? It is very easy to get sidetracked by commercialism, but are we remembering to make Christ first and foremost the head of what we do this season? Is all we are doing for His honour and His glory? This is just some food for thought. Pretty basic, yes but nevertheless we sometimes get our priorities misplaced in all the mad dashing around that we do and then we have no joy in the celebrations or the many activities that are taking place and they become "Old Hat" and we're just going through the motions. Not the way I would like to spend this Christmas at all, but I know that I probably have in the past and what a shame. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I pray that as we give and receive gifts, we might look into our own hearts and search to find what we might give Christ this Christmas. Your most likely thinking, "I've already given him my heart!" That is true in a sense, but is there a chamber in your heart that He is not welcome. A secret place that you don't want Him to have? Somewhere that you want to keep just for yourself? If so, think about this: He gave HIS ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Shouldn't we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;May God bless you with a Christ filled Christmas and Glorious New Year!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Until the Shout,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-8488326188573111947?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/8488326188573111947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=8488326188573111947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/8488326188573111947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/8488326188573111947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#8488326188573111947' title='Christmas is coming, are you ready?'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-7000246001116068885</id><published>2008-12-16T20:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-16T20:53:19.306Z</updated><title type='text'>Grocery Shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I don't know about where you live, but where I live trying to shop in the run up to Christmas and New Year is INSANE!!!  Being as how the week is almost over and I still have some things in the freezer, I went ahead and decided that I was going to try and get up a menu for the rest of the year (sounds like a long time,huh?) and shop accordingly.  Also get my Christmas dinner stuff in.  I know that I may need milk and bread, but that I can get that at the corner shop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;instead of&lt;/span&gt; the big supermarket.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PTL&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I made 2 lists and started shopping for our main groceries first.  How interesting.  I kept thinking of things I needed to get that weren't on my list, but then would remember that that was a Christmas dinner item and therefore on my 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grocery list.  How fun!!  Talk about frying your brain cells.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Once I got the first list finished I headed toward the check-out and got myself sorted.  My husband and the children left to take that stuff home and try to put some of it away while I get started on the the second list.  I was doing real good and cruising along when I saw someone that goes to the national pastors church.  We got to talking and I mentioned our churches Christmas get-together (which has now been turned into a New Year get-together, long story!) and it hit me that I still had yet another run to the store to make, albeit a little run.  I have a few things left to get for that and my mind wanted to start on another list as we were talking.  My poor brain!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  It has enough trouble trying to keep up with everything as it is.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I think list making is probably one of the best things ever thought of.  I know that I'd be lost without them.  I couldn't keep everything straight.  NO WAY, NO HOW!!!!!!!!!!!!   I think I spent about 3 hours at the store today.  Not my idea of a great time, but at least it's done (except for the Christmas [New Year] Party). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;More news from the Madhouse later!  I need some serious chocolate, but will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;resist&lt;/span&gt;!   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;God bless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Until the Shout,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-7000246001116068885?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/7000246001116068885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=7000246001116068885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/7000246001116068885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/7000246001116068885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#7000246001116068885' title='Grocery Shopping'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-1799687074492575750</id><published>2008-12-16T00:09:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-16T00:20:35.941Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight watchers'/><title type='text'>Weigh-In Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Well, let's just say it hasn't been a very good week.  I put on 2 lbs.   Not good!  We've been that busy we've been eating on the run and not tracking like we should be.  Roger managed to stay the same.  I tell you, life sometimes just isn't fair!   LOL  I knew I didn't want to go tonight, but I also knew that it could lead to me putting on more next week so figured that I'd better go ahead and bite the bullet.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;With the Lord's help, I plan to track properly this week and drink my water like I should.  Definitely a must!  I would like to loose at least 3 lbs. next week.  That would take back what I put on plus an extra pound.  This time of year must be the pits for all those who are trying to loose weight.  Thankfully we do not miss any meetings throughout the holidays.  Our group is open the Mondays before and after Christmas as well as the one after New Year.   I think it's a good idea.  You aren't as tempted as you might normally be if you are aware that you have to face the music in a few days!  At least that is my prayer!  LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;That puts me at a total of 12.5 pounds lost.  Hope to have a better update next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Have a blessed day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Until the Shout,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I can do all things through Christ, which strengtheneth me."  Phil. 4:13&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-1799687074492575750?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/1799687074492575750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=1799687074492575750&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/1799687074492575750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/1799687074492575750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#1799687074492575750' title='Weigh-In Day'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-7787125501863696381</id><published>2008-12-12T21:11:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:38:43.733Z</updated><title type='text'>This week has flown by</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Where has the week gone to? I think it just zoomed by and was gone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;As many of you homeschool moms know, your world can be very small. Basically consisting of your four walls. Does it ever seem like to you that the space inside those 4 walls gets smaller and smaller at times. I know mine usually does. There are times that I don't see anyone from Sunday to Thursday and then for about an hour on Saturday and then church on Sunday. I don't even get to the store some weeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I know what your thinking? You just went out last week! Yes, I did. But there is a big difference of going with your husband and children and going by yourself. For one thing, you can look at any shop you like for as long as you like and no one is going to complain. RIGHT????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Well, I thank the Lord for my hubby! I was kind of feeling crowded in. Okay, not kind-of! So on the Thursday my husband said he would stay home and do school so that I could go look around Kettering/Corby or where ever I wanted. How fun! The last time I got to really look around Kettering was either a year or 2 years ago. I've been to Kettering town center about a dozen or so times during that period of time, but it was either to nip in for something specific, wait in the car, show some one visiting what town looked like, or to pass out tracts. You now IN and OUT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I tell you I had a blast!!! I went in every store I wanted to and stayed and looked until I was done. I think I left the house at about 10:15 and didn't come home until around 4:30. It was GREAT!!! That should do me for a while now. I guess you could say I've had my fix! LOL LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The Lord has blessed me with a wonderful husband. I know some men who wouldn't take on homeschooling, not even for a day. NO WAY, NO HOW! But, he gladly let me have the day completely to myself (although I did have to be back here in time to get ready for church). I reckon he figured I had enough grey hair!!!!!!!!!!! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I got alot accomplished. I had to buy some bits to decorate the church. I'll have to take some pictures and figure out how to post them on this crazy thing. It looks really good. I sure wish we had our own building. I would love decorating it and doing up different bulletin boards and what not. We can dream, can't we??? At least the guy who does all the main jobs and organizing at the school said we cold leave the room set up for the rest of the holiday season even though they have school. No one should be in there except for Monday and that is just for violin practice, so pray they don't mess with anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Today we had to try and finish up some shopping for a birthday party and church gift swap. Almost done. I think I am just about shopped out. MARK 'ER DOWN FOLKS, MARK 'ER DOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Well, I guess I've had enough excitement for one week and I'm probably not makin' a lick-a-sense so I'd better go for now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Blessings to you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Until the Shout,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-7787125501863696381?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/7787125501863696381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=7787125501863696381&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/7787125501863696381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/7787125501863696381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#7787125501863696381' title='This week has flown by'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-4376564859753639595</id><published>2008-12-08T20:57:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:18:54.256Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight watchers'/><title type='text'>Weigh-In Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I guess it was just to good to be true. My loosing streak (one of the few things in life where you actually want to have one of those) has finally taken a turn for the worst. It wasn't too bad. I put on 1/2 a pound. I'm so grateful that it's only 1/2 a pound. It could have been worse I guess. The last time I put on it was the same, so Praise the Lord it has only been a little bit. I'm taking off more than putting on so that's always good. I wish it wasn't any at all, but that's the way the ball bounces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found out tonight that we are having regular weigh-ins during the holidays. The Monday before Christmas and the Monday after, so I reckon I'll have to keep my food festivities down to just Christmas Day! What a bummer! But, in saying that I would have to say that it's better for me that way. Well, not better for me but better for my body!!! LOL LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this puts me at 14.5lbs lost in total. I'll get there eventually, like the song says, "Little by little, inch by inch".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray you all have a blessed day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the Shout,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-4376564859753639595?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/4376564859753639595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=4376564859753639595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/4376564859753639595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/4376564859753639595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#4376564859753639595' title='Weigh-In Day'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-4414122717060417019</id><published>2008-12-06T18:35:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-12-06T20:32:16.474Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ministry news'/><title type='text'>Is this month over yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know, I know!! We are only in the first week of the month, but I'm already exhausted. As you know from the last post we were gone yesterday. And when I say gone, I mean we were gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We left a little after 8:30 a.m. and headed to Birmingham. We had absolutely no joy Christmas shopping, EVERYWHERE is sold out of EVERYTHING. What a mess! We decided that next year we are going to start and get the main things in August, even though my husband doesn't like to do that. He says it doesn't feel the same and your not in as much of a Christmas spirit then either, but at this rate you'll at least get what you need to and have more of an opportunity to get something you want than leftovers; then we'll only have to get the bits and bobs nearer Christmas. It is really frustrating because we don't spend a lot, but we at least would like to get them something that they would enjoy. A matter of prayer I think! And yes, I believe God cares about it also. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After having come up empty handed with the shopping we headed toward our friends for lunch. It was good to see them again and enjoy good christian fellowship. It's nice when you've not seen folks in a while, but you can just pick up where you left off and go on. We've been talking about trying to get them over sometime in January. Do you ever feel like your just TOO busy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We left our friends house a little earlier than necessary because we had been warned that the Farm was hard to find and we wanted to find it before it got dark. The Farm is where the college students live while they are here. We found it without too much hassle, although we are glad we were looking while it was still daylight or we probably would still be looking for it and arriving just in time for all the clean-up duties! LOL The house (farm house) was real neat. They had it decorated all up, even the bathrooms. The had quite a spread ready and everything was great. The students had rooms upstairs prepared for the children with games and crafts and etc. They took turns taking care of them and even took them food and drinks and kept them occupied for the evening. What a blessing!!!! We sang Christmas Carols, played games, fellowshipped, ate and generally had a good time. Everyone was very gracious and accommodating. They were wonderful hosts and went out of their way to make everyone feel welcome. We ended up getting home a little before midnight. TIRED!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This morning we had our Carol Service at the care home and had to be there by 10:30. None of us were wanting to move very fast I can tell you that. But, we did have a great time. There were between 25-30 folks that came out. We even had a few of the carers stay in and sing with us. They really seemed to enjoy it. There is one lady in particular that works there and has made us feel in the past that we inconvenienced her by coming. Well, today she was very friendly and stayed to help find pages and sing along. That was a real blessing! We also gave out invitations to the workers and family members for our Carol Service and Candlelight Service at the church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After the nursing home we had to grab a bite to eat and headed over for Caleb to grade in Karate. He passed and did a good job so is now officially a yellow belt. WOOOOHOOOO! Go Bubby!!!!! Then we came home, the children got their baths, ate and then went to bed. Yes, they went to bed quite early since they were up soooo late last night and Caleb has another cold. They are wore out. I know the feeling!!!!!!!!!!!! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now, it is vegging out time at the Tooley house. Roger and I are kicked back and ready to relax. The only problem is I feel like I could eat the entire house!!! Boy do I have the munchies!!! NOT GOOD FOLKS!! NOT GOOD!!!!!!! I think I'd better stay out of the kitchen! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Enough for now. I'm even more tired after thinking, typing and editing what all we've done in the last 48 hours. Does anyone know of a cheap vacation spot? I think we might need one after this month is over with! LOL LOL LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until the Shout,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-4414122717060417019?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/4414122717060417019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=4414122717060417019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/4414122717060417019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/4414122717060417019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#4414122717060417019' title='Is this month over yet?'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-4206801761797844347</id><published>2008-12-04T21:56:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-04T22:22:41.768Z</updated><title type='text'>Gone Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Tomorrow we are going to Birmingham.  No, not Alabama; England!   We (and the Pavitt's) were invited to a Christmas Party hosted by the college students that have come and stayed with us to help in the work here.   We are leaving quite early as we have a full day.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ffff;"&gt;We really need to leave our house by about 8 or 8:30.  Yes, A.M.!!!  It takes about 45 minutes to an hour to get to Birmingham from where we live.  We need to return some PACE answer keys we borrowed from another missionary and they want us to have lunch with them.  I think we're supposed to be at their house around 12 or 12:30.  But first we have to go to a copy shop and finish printing off some Christmas music for Saturday's care home service.  I know, why not wait until the last minute?  Crazy, huh?  After that we need to go to Costco and see if they have some bits that we need.  THEN, we need to hit Toys 'R' Us.  There is just a little bit of shopping that we have left to do and we are praying we can finish it tomorrow.  Wouldn't that be a blessing!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ffff;"&gt;All this before getting to our friends house.  Now you know why we need to leave sooooo early.  We have to be at the farm (where the college students live) around 5.  We've been told that it is out in the boonies and hard to find, so we are going to try and find it before it gets dark.  Being as how its been getting dark between 3 and 4:30 we'll probably find it and then go and see if there is a shop or something to look around in until it's time to be there.  It is very frustrating to try and find some place in the dark as I'm sure most of you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I've made a dessert and a veggie tray with dip to take along.  With it being cold outside there is no chance of any of it going bad.  I sure pray this doesn't destroy all my hard work at W.W.   I might actually eat some of the veggies!  LOL  That is why I took it, although I do want some of my dessert.  One of the college guys named it "Chocolate Heavenly Goodness"!  How funny it that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Well, I'm hoping to hit the hay a bit early tonight since we have to be up and going at the crack of dawn.  May you have a wonderful day and know joy in serving our blessed Saviour!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Until the Shout,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-4206801761797844347?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/4206801761797844347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=4206801761797844347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/4206801761797844347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/4206801761797844347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#4206801761797844347' title='Gone Tomorrow'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-6575934802907920722</id><published>2008-12-03T19:41:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:08:05.428Z</updated><title type='text'>SOME THINGS I HAVE DONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I found this over on Sis. Connie's blog at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://connies-thoughts.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;http://connies-thoughts.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. It sounded very interesting so I figured I'd give it a whirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to CAPITALIZE the things that I have done:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) STARTED YOUR OWN BLOG?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) SLEPT UNDER THE STARS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Played in a band?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Visited Hawaii?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Watched a Meteor shower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) GIVEN MORE THAN YOU CAN AFFORD TO CHARITY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) BEEN TO DISNEYLAND/WORLD? (the one in Florida &amp;amp; Paris, not that I could understand much as they were all speaking French)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) CLIMBED A MOUNTAIN? (loads as a kid, we used to go camping all the time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) HELD A PRAYING MANTIS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) SANG/PLAYED A SOLO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Bungee jumped? (Not on your life or mine!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) VISITED PARIS? (Went for our anniversary as it's just across the Channel, have to fill you in some other time about that trip! AAAAAAHHHHH!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Watched a lightening storm at sea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) TAUGHT YOURSELF AN ART FROM SCRATCH? (If the piano counts then, yes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Adopted a child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Had food poisoning? (Thank the Lord)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Grown your own vegetables? (Do they make yards big enough for that here in England? lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) SEEN THE MONA LISA IN FRANCE? (Not sure what all the hype is about though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Slept on an overnight train?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) HAD A PILLOW FIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Hitchhiked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) TAKEN A SICK DAY WHEN YOUR NOT ILL? (Unfortunately, yes; a long, long time ago. But as a stay at home mom, that excuse doesn't even work! LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Built a snow fort?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Held a lamb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Gone skinny dipping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) Run a Marathon? (In actual terms no, but there are many days when that is what it feels like I'm doing! lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Ridden in a gondola in Venice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) SEEN AN ECLISPE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) WATCHED A SUNRISE OR SUNSET?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Hit a home run?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) BEEN ON A CRUISE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) SEEN NIAGRA FALLS IN PERSON?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) VISITED THE BIRTHPLACE OF YOUR ANCESTORS? (How far back do you have to go to make them your ancestors?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) SEEN AN AMISH COMMUNITY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Taught yourself a new language?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) HAD ENOUGH MONEY TO BE TRULE SATISFIED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) Gone rock climbing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) Seen Michelangelo's David in person? (Not sure, where is it? If it's in the Louve in France then I probably have and didn't even realize it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41) Sung Karaoke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42) Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43) Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44) Visited Africa? (If my husband has his way I will!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45) WALKED ON A BEACH BY MOONLIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46) Been transported in an ambulance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47) Had your portrait painted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48) Gone deep sea fishing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49) Seen the Sistine Chapel in person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50) BEEN TO THE TOP OF THE EIFEL TOWER IN PARIS? (AWESOME, and I don't like heights either)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51) Gone scuba diving or snorkeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52) KISSED IN THE RAIN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53) PLAYED IN THE MUD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54) GONE TO A DRIVE-IN THEATER? (We used to go when I was a teenager, I didn't grow up in church)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55) Been in a movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56) Visited the Great Wall of China?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57) Started a business?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58) Taken a martial arts class? (Does it count that I work with my son? I would love too, but I don't wear trousers (pants). I'll have earned a black belt along with my son, but nothing to show for it. I'm the one who practices with him. I love it!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59) Visited Russia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60) Served in a soup Kitchen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61) SOLD GIRL SCOUT COOKIES? (once I think, although I know that I've eaten them. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62) Gone whale watching?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63) GOTTEN FLOWERS FOR NO REASON?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64) Donated blood, platelets or plasma? (No, they won't let me here because I've come over from the States and I can't in the U.S. because I lived here in Britain during the mad cow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65) Gone sky diving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66) VISITED A NAZI CONCENTRATION CAMP? (Went to Dachau [pronounced do-kow] while we were in Germany. It changes a person)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67) BOUNCED A CHECK? (Once, when I miss calculated my checkbook)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68) FLOWN IN A HELICOPTER? (In Gatlinburg, TN. a long time ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69) SAVED A FAVORITE CHILDHOOD TOY? (When I was 13 my grandmother bought me a few dolls and said that that would be the last year that she buys me baby dolls. I still have them. They are in our storage unit in the States. I meant to bring them over for my daughter when we shipped our container in 2004 but totally forgot.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70) VISITED THE LINCOLN MEMORIAL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71) Eaten caviar? (I have NO desire to eat fish eggs. Chicken eggs, yes! Fish eggs, NO!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72) Pieced a quilt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73) Stood in Times Square? (I sure want to)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74) Toured the Everglades?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75) Been fired from a job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76) SEEN THE CHANGING OF THE GUARDS IN LONDON? (That is really neat!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77) BROKEN A BONE? (Does fractured count? I had to wear a cast for 6 weeks!!!!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78) BEEN ON A SPEEDING MOTORCYCLE? (My dad has been riding since he was 14yrs. old. He's the only one I trust. Actually rode with him while I was back in the States in April. We took the bike to Dollywood! I know what your thinkin'. She just said she doesn't wear pants and yet she's riding around on her dad's motorcyle, HOW? I have a blue knit skirt that I've had for ages and it stretches ALOT! See, where there's a will there's a way! If you don't believe me ask him. He looked pretty unsure about it too when he suggested it jokingly and I took him up on his offer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79) Seen the Grand Canyon in person? (Not yet, but one of these days Lord willin')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80) Published a book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81) Visited the Vatican? (No, I was supposed to go with my husband and a few others when they went to Rome to do some Jewish outreach, but my sons passport had not come back yet so I couldn't go. It actually came back THE day they left. RATS! I have a picture of my husband preaching in front of the Vatican, though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82) Bought a new car? (New to me! LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83) Walked in Jerusalem? (I would love to!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84) HAD YOUR PICTURE IN THE NEWSPAPER? (In our local paper they have an article that they call "The Word on the Street," and they ask your viewpoint on something that is a big topic in the news or around our area. Yes, you guessed it; they asked me! I don't know if that makes me famous or infamous! HA! HA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85) READ THE ENTIRE BIBLE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86) VISITED THE WHITE HOUSE? (Been there? Yes! Been inside? No!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87) Killed and prepared an animal for eating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88) HAD CHICKENPOX?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89) Saved someone's life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90) Sat on a jury?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91) Met someone famous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92) JOINED A BOOK CLUB?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93) LOST A LOVED ONE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94) MADE A BABY? (Two! 1 Beautiful little girl and 1 handsome little man)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95) Seen the Alamo in person? (I'm with Sis. Connie, until she told me I though we'd won it also)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96) Swam in the Great Salt Lake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97) Been involved in a law suite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98) OWNED A CELL PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99) BEEN STUNG BY A BEE? (So many times as a child that midway through the summer [after my feet had toughened up] I got to where I would just stop, pull out the stinger and carry on with what I was doing?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone else taken this test? Would love to read your answers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the Shout,&lt;br /&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-6575934802907920722?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/6575934802907920722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=6575934802907920722&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/6575934802907920722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/6575934802907920722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#6575934802907920722' title='SOME THINGS I HAVE DONE'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-6398316061629548242</id><published>2008-12-01T22:45:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-01T23:28:28.343Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight watchers'/><title type='text'>Weigh-In Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's that time of the week again. Monday night weigh-in. With Thanksgiving and all I didn't expect to loose. I would have been happy to stay the same, but 'Thank the Lord' I lost 1.5lbs. Talk about a shock. That puts me at a total of 15lbs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I still have a long way to go, but I'm aiming for short term goals like 1/2 a stone (7lbs.) at a time. I would love to get to my 10% by the last meeting before Christmas, but I don't know if I'll be able to. I still have about 12lbs. to go. Oh well, it's something to shoot for. Aim high, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;If I could figure out a way to sort out photos, I'd try updating them as I loose. I'll have to ask hubby if he could give me a hand. Folks say they can tell, but I don't really see it yet. Although, I may have to figure out a way to take my skirts up in the waist soon. Either that or buy new ones!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I like that idea!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's been a busy day, so I'd better go for now. God bless and for those who are in the same boat as me, "Have a good week this week!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Slightly Slimmer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I can do all things through Christ, which strengthened me."  Phil. 4v.13&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-6398316061629548242?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/6398316061629548242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=6398316061629548242&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/6398316061629548242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/6398316061629548242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#6398316061629548242' title='Weigh-In Day'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-4829359702905718167</id><published>2008-11-29T23:57:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-30T00:19:12.587Z</updated><title type='text'>Getting into the next Holiday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I don't know about you all, but it is a tradition at our house to put up the Christmas tree the day after Thanksgiving. Now for us that is usually on a Saturday. We have church on Thursdays so we have our meal and such on the Friday. This year since we had Youth Meeting on Friday night my husband decided to have our bible study on Wednesday at the house (we can't get the school on Wednesdays, hence the reason for Thursday night services).  We had Thanksgiving on Thursday as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Friday morning we got the tree up and then had to get some things ready for Youth Meeting since we had to do the games.  Roger and I finished sorting out the living room after we got back home late Friday night.  My only problem is, I can't seem to find the 2 stockings, their hangers and 1 little snowman (I like snowmen!).  It looks as though we may have to get back into the loft and see if we've left a small box up there somewhere.  Oh well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Can I just say this?  Karate and Christmas trees DO NOT go together!!!!!!!!!  LOL LOL  In all these years we have never had a problem with the children and the tree.  We had it up all of about 24 hours and my son, while practicing his Kata for class today, managed to fall into it not just once but TWICE!!!!!!!!!   AAAARRRRRGGGHHHH!!!!!!!   Needless to say I don't think he will be practicing in the living room for awhile (at least not until Christmas is over).  LOL   Oh the joys of having children!  Never a dull moment!  At the youth fellowship the ladies were talking about their cats and the trees.  They should try having Karate Kid at their house!  HA! HA! HA! HA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Anyway, enough rambling.  Just a funny moment in the life of us.    May you have a lovely evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Until the Shout,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-4829359702905718167?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/4829359702905718167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=4829359702905718167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/4829359702905718167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/4829359702905718167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#4829359702905718167' title='Getting into the next Holiday!'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-3627959786738996675</id><published>2008-11-28T10:13:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-29T17:38:55.807Z</updated><title type='text'>TOO MUCH FOOD!</title><content type='html'>I pray you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving. A time to renew friendships and family ties. A time to rejoice in the Lord and all that He has done. Truly a time for which to be THANKFUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most folks did yesterday, I ate too much! Although I was only able to eat one plate, it was full. I had a little bit of everything, and there was just about every food known to man there so everything was quite a bit. LOL We drank Christmas (Cranberry) Tea, which was filling as well. I may send that recipe along, too . Played Phase 10 and then ate pie. We had Pumpkin, Pecan, Chocolate &amp;amp; Carmel Pie. I had small slivers of each, but just about couldn't handle the Carmel Pie. You want to talk about sweet and that was with a cup of coffee!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful that the Lord has always supplied us with wonderful friends on the field. We missed our best friends this year, whom we always spent Thanksgiving with, but the Lord has let others come into our lives that we can share the holiday with. We praise the Lord for the blessing of friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm thankful that the God sent His Son that I might have eternal life.  Without Him everything else would be meaningless.  This life would not be worth living if it wasn't for Jesus.  And I want to publically 'Thank' God for sending Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thankful,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-3627959786738996675?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/3627959786738996675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=3627959786738996675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/3627959786738996675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/3627959786738996675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#3627959786738996675' title='TOO MUCH FOOD!'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-903026899360943121</id><published>2008-11-26T00:03:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-26T00:13:50.621Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Carmel Pie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Being as how THANKSGIVING is almost upon us I thought that I'd send a recipe your way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;1 graham cracker pie crust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;3 cans of condensed milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;cool whip &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Directions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;1.  Take the 3 cans of condensed milk and put in a pan of water (making sure the water completely covers the cans).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;2.  Bring to a boil and continue boiling for 3 hours (make sure to KEEP THE CANS COVERED WITH WATER AT ALL TIMES).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;3.  Take cans out of the water and LET THEM COOL COMPLETELY.  If you open them hot you will have an almighty mess to clear up as they will explode from the pressure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;4.  Once cool, open and put in the pie crust.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;5.  Top with cool whip and serve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;This is very good and VERY sweet.  The condensed milk carmelizes as it boils.  YUM!!!!!!!  Also might be good to use for Carmel Apples!?!  Just a thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;God bless,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-903026899360943121?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/903026899360943121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=903026899360943121&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/903026899360943121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/903026899360943121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#903026899360943121' title='Carmel Pie'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-2522356886929864494</id><published>2008-11-24T20:52:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:29:46.358Z</updated><title type='text'>Weigh-In Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today was our weigh-in at Weight Watchers. I'm very pleased. I lost 2lbs this week and was really surprised. I only have 1/2 a pound to go to get my first stone. For all those who are not familiar with the UK, here we go by our weigh in stones and pounds instead of just pounds. Each stone is 14lbs, so for example (got this from the W.W. magazine) if you weighed 159lbs it would be 11st 5lbs. Kind of confusing, but once you get used to it you don't think twice about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm really excited. I know that it will be a challenge this week with Thanksgiving and all, but if I can manage to at least stay the same I know I will be pleased with that. If I can just keep it to that day I know it will be much easier. We are getting together with friends and having it at their house this year (although we are sharing in the cooking) so that will help with the problem of all those leftovers. Hhmmmm, I wonder if she would mind hosting it every year!?! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case I get busy with Turkey day preparations I will send my Thanksgiving greetings to everyone now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-2522356886929864494?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/2522356886929864494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=2522356886929864494&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/2522356886929864494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/2522356886929864494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#2522356886929864494' title='Weigh-In Day'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-5000692569341670606</id><published>2008-11-22T19:18:00.010Z</published><updated>2008-11-22T20:05:34.801Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family news'/><title type='text'>Food, Fun &amp; Fellowship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;We had our monthly fellowship at the house today. The men met in town this morning to do some outreach and I was getting the house organized after the wild week we had and being out all day yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful time. Everyone got here about 11:45 and didn't leave until 5:00. We had&lt;br /&gt;fellowship while the chicken wings finished and the pizza cooked. We had simple fare being as how I was gone all day yesterday: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Pizza (from Cosco)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Chicken wings (homemade sauce)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Crisps (potato chips)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Bread &amp;amp; butter with pate'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Salad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Mandarin Orange cheesecake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Chocolate Gateau (pronounced gato)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Nothing fancy by an means, but the fellowship was grand and the fun was great. We were combining our church fellowship with Choir practice. The only thing is we ate before we practiced. LOL Roger and I were pretty good. We had some of everything, but drank water instead of sweet tea, has alot of salad and a small portion of dessert. Since the desserts were not that big anyway it wasn't too bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;The Lord really blessed in the choir practice. Being as how I am not a professional pianist or even trained period, we didn't do that bad. Another lady in the church plays, but she can't sing and play at the same time, soooo . . . . . . . All in all things went very good. Most of them had not even heard the music before today and we only have about 2 weeks before we have to sing them for the first time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;On the first Saturday of the month we go to a care home and have a service there. The lady in charge of the home really liked what we did last year. They are having a Christmas Bazaar at the care home the same day that we are suppose to be there and she is going to invite everyone to stay for the service. They have alot of visitors that come out and it is a great opportunity for not only the residents, but for the families to hear the gospel as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Anyway, we had a wonderful time and the Lord definitely blessed with the learning of the songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;So I guess you could say that we really did have a great time of food, fun &amp;amp; fellowship (and choir practice, lol). I would say that the quote, "A good time was had by all!" would be appropriate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;God bless until next time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wisdom;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;teaching and admonishing one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;singing with grace in you hearts to the Lord."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Colossians 3:16&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-5000692569341670606?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/5000692569341670606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=5000692569341670606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/5000692569341670606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/5000692569341670606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#5000692569341670606' title='Food, Fun &amp; Fellowship'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-8202009333025656411</id><published>2008-11-22T01:01:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-11-22T20:28:27.192Z</updated><title type='text'>Our Visit with a Dear Young Lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I sure thank the Lord for answered prayer. As you know the children have both been unwell this week. Caleb picked up on Wednesday and Rebekah on Thursday. We had been praying that they would be well for today as we had already made plans to go and visit one of the ladies that used to go to the church. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This lady had been with the church from the very beginning and has been a wonderful blessing and encouragement to us. To make a long story short, they changed alot of the tax laws here in Britain and that affected her. There were certain rules that governed whether or not she could stay in the country as she is originally from the Philippines. One of those rules was the amount that she HAD to earn in order to live here. The people she worked for by the church did not want to up her salary so she had to move somewhere that would pay what she needed. This is about 2-2 1.5 hours from us. She left at the end of July and and we told her we would go up and see her in November. Today was the day we had arranged to meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was so good to see her again. We have really missed her, not just in church but just all the way around. I know the children have missed her alot also. She is getting married next month in the Philippines and we wanted to see her before she left and give her a card and gift. She is due to come back around the beginning of January and then we are praying that her husband will be able to come soon after. Complicated, I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Her sister is working with her, and I know she enjoys having her there or she would be completely by herself without knowing anyone (save for the Lord). But she has a very bad work schedule and can't get to church (what they call a church is really a joke, but that's all there is up there) most of the time. When she lived in Kettering she was able to come 3 times a week 95% of the time. She is very discouraged and misses us and the church terribly. Pastor (my husband) had told her that he didn't think she should rush into things and felt it was unwise to move so quickly before she left, but sometimes folks have to learn things the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hard way and I know she is regretting her hasty decision. Not long after she moved a position opened up in the town where some of our folks live and travel to church from. If only she would have waited just 2 or 3 months (she had that much time before she had to really make any major decisions anyway). If only, If only, If only. . . . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do you have any if only's? I know that I sure do. I believe this will be one of hers. I asked her today if she felt like she had gone from the frying pan into the fire and she said, "Yes!" She is a great young lady. She loves the Lord and was faithful to the church for just over 3 years before she moved. She has never given us a lick of trouble, she's humble, helpful, teachable, etc., etc. I wish we had a church full just like her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When we finally had to leave she cried. I cried. I just wanted to pack her up, never mind the packing; I just wanted to put her in the car and bring her home, where she belongs. Please pray that the Lord would have His way in this situation. We KNOW that it's God's will for her to be in a sound Biblical church where she can grow and be fed by the Word of God (KJB [AV])and there isn't one where she is. While we are praying for God's will, we are also asking that it might be His will for her to be back down here. We've watched her grow and have seen her faith strengthened and it breaks our hearts to know that she so far away and struggling without any spiritual encouragement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm so glad that God is with us. It gives me great comfort to know that she has Him by her side, or I probably would have hauled her back down here. I know that she may have caused this by not being sensitive to the Lord and getting ahead of God, but it still hurts to watch. I also know that God Himself has allowed it and I pray that she might learn whatever He has for her to learn so that she doesn't have to 'lick this calf over again' as we would say in southern terms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Enough chattering!!! I'm just so glad that the Lord touched the children that we could go. He is good!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Until the Shout,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But my God shall supply all your need according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Philippians 4:19 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-8202009333025656411?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/8202009333025656411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=8202009333025656411&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/8202009333025656411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/8202009333025656411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#8202009333025656411' title='Our Visit with a Dear Young Lady'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-1639213742679146597</id><published>2008-11-20T19:39:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-20T19:57:05.600Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family news'/><title type='text'>Better Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Today has been much better.  Caleb is just about back to his complete normal self and Rebekah's fever broke about mid-day.  What a blessing!  I know that they are fed up with not feeling well, bless their hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I have finished my photo albums, what I can that is.  I still have a few little packs left to do, but ran out of albums.  I think I'm going to try and get some more to finish it next week.  I should have taken a before and after photo of the bookcase.  Talk about a colossal mess.  It has been totally transformed and now matches the rest of the room.  Some of the shelves needed readjusted to different heights to fit things back on there where I wanted them and some of the shelves had started to bow in the middle, so when I took all the stuff off I just simply flipped them over and now they are as good as new.  They go up instead of down, but will level off eventually and the with the bow going up it isn't as noticeable.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Next project, Rebekah's room.  I did Caleb's the other week, now it's her turn.  Hers will need alot more work, because she has the wardrobes (built in closets) in her room, the book shelf and all the games under her bed.  Caleb's room is too small for any of that stuff.  He has to keep 90% of his toys under his bed just so he has room to get in and out.  I think it's about 8' x 7' or there abouts.  SMALL, VERY SMALL.  That's why it didn't take long to do it. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sorry for boring you to tears.  Just a day in the life of me.  God bless you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Until the Shout,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-1639213742679146597?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/1639213742679146597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=1639213742679146597&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/1639213742679146597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/1639213742679146597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#1639213742679146597' title='Better Day'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-3956271712212075563</id><published>2008-11-20T00:41:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-20T00:51:24.464Z</updated><title type='text'>New Look</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Well, as you might have noticed I've been playing. I think I could change it everyday and not run out of options. I never knew that I could have THIS much computer knowledge. LOL I know it's nothing like some of you all have, but for me I'm cruising'!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc9933;"&gt;I can't wait until the Christmas season comes along. I wonder what they have out there for that. This one came from: &lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/gifs.php?catid=15"&gt;http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/gifs.php?catid=15&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Thanks, Sis. Julie for the site address to get all these cute things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc9933;"&gt;'See' you all tomorrow, Lord willin', it's past my bedtime!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Proverbs 3:5-6&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-3956271712212075563?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/3956271712212075563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=3956271712212075563&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/3956271712212075563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/3956271712212075563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#3956271712212075563' title='New Look'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-7614402222572607734</id><published>2008-11-19T21:02:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:31:51.942Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family news'/><title type='text'>Been Busy Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;Today has been a little hectic.  I had not been out of the house since Saturday, so to say that I have cabin fever is putting it very mildly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;Rebekah is still very unwell.  Her fever broke last night for a bit while she was sleeping, but she's had one all day today and has been just laying around.  Not to mention that she can't breathe out of her nose because it's so stuffed up.  Caleb is doing much better.  His pink eye has just about cleared up and he didn't have a fever when I put him to bed tonight. Praise the Lord!  He is still a bit stuffy, but that will go away soon.  I'll just keep giving them both their meds until it goes complete.  We are suppose to have a church fellowship at the house on Saturday, but we may have to cancel that.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt; My husbands gout had started to act up yesterday, so today he has been sort of out of commission.  He needed to get to the bank and post office, but putting the pressure on his foot to drive was painful so I had to take him.  I thought it might do the children good to get some fresh air being as how they have been in about the same amount of time as I have.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;Also, we have this bookcase behind our living room door that has collected all manner of things.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;Yesterday I sorted it out, but we have this little basket that has been collecting pictures for the last 9-11 years.  I have gone through them periodically and put them in order and filled a few albums here and there, but I needed to get them sorted out once and for all.  WELL, my beloved husband decided that today was the day.  While we were out (I say out, but the children and I sat in the car) he was able to find some albums really cheap so bought like nine of them.  Needless to say, I spent the rest of the afternoon and evening working on that project in between medicine dosages.  They are almost done and the bookcase looks great, but I don't know that I want to take up photography anytime soon!  LOL LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;Well, enough rambling for now.  Maybe next time I will have something more coherent or interesting to talk about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;Have a blessed day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me."  Phil. 4:13&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-7614402222572607734?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/7614402222572607734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=7614402222572607734&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/7614402222572607734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/7614402222572607734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#7614402222572607734' title='Been Busy Today'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-6457218567958388469</id><published>2008-11-18T22:00:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:27:32.712Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family news'/><title type='text'>Still alive and kicking!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;Howdy everyone!  I've been completely out of the blog world for a few months.  Sorry about that.  I've been busy, but that isn't an excuse.  I've not even checked out any blogs.  Pitiful I know!!  Anyway, I'm trying to get to back to blogging and get back on track.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;The last few days have been rather crazy.  We went on a family day out on Friday.  We went bowling and had a blast.  Rebekah creamed us the first game with a score of 125.  The side bars were up and she used the ramp but still, that was a good score.  Caleb took his turn with the ramp and then decided that he wanted to try and do it without it so gave that a go.  He didn't do to bad either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;I noticed that Friday Caleb's eye was a little blood shot and puffy.  Well, Saturday he woke up with goo and a really swollen eye.  I took him to the doctor and they confirmed that he has pink eye.  I have to put stuff in his eye 3 times a day.  Not only did he have pink eye, but he also has a cold.  He started running a fever Saturday night and is still running a low grade fever.  Needless to say I missed church on Sunday.    Well, Sunday our daughter Rebekah was not feeling well but never said anything so she went ahead to church.  My husband said she was like a zombie all morning.  She slept all the way home (which is no means like her at all) and then changed and went to bed after she got here.  Now I knew she wasn't well.  Sooooo, she has joined her brother in the fever and cold world.  I just don't seem to be able to get their fevers to break.  It hasn't been as bad today as it was yesterday, but if I'm ready for them to feel better I know they have to be over it.  Pray they get well soon.  I don't like to see my babies ill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;My husband and I have also started back to Weight Watcher.  So far I have lost 11.5 pounds in total.  There have been a few times that I have put on in the last 3 months or my total would have been more.  Rome wasn't built in a day and neither will I be thin in a day!  LOL  I just take it one step at a time and trust the Lord to help me.  It didn't pile on overnight and it won't disappear overnight either.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;Well, I've probably bored you to tears now so I'll go for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;Until the Shout,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me."  Phil 4:13&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-6457218567958388469?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/6457218567958388469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=6457218567958388469&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/6457218567958388469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/6457218567958388469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#6457218567958388469' title='Still alive and kicking!'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-4450273824206424813</id><published>2008-08-12T10:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T11:03:27.389+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Direction</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#003333;"&gt;"Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding.  In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths"  Proverbs 3:5-6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;The great hope of the child of God is built on faith, faith in God to do what is best for His own.  Often the path of faith and trust in God is strewn with stumbling stones and broken glass.  Sometimes the trail is dark and danger riven.  I think some have come to believe and teach that only those that are off the path do any suffering.  That is nothing more than the psycho-babble of this modern day health and wealth type preaching.  Remember, &lt;em&gt;". . .all they that live godly in Christ Jesus shall suffer persecution"&lt;/em&gt;, and a whole lot more.  Not only does God reign righteousness on the just and the unjust, but we also have to experience the consequences of living in a world that is ravaged with sin (disease, crime, etc., etc.).   It makes us more like the Saviour.  We will know Him in the &lt;em&gt;". . .fellowship of his suffering" (Phil. 3:10)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;The secret of God's direction is letting Him and Him alone direct our path.  Today some allow men movements, or mentors to direct the path they should take and the course they should seek.  How foolish!  They can't know the will of God for OUR lives.  We are not to be approved by men, but seek God's approval &lt;em&gt;(II Tim. 2v.15: "Study to shew thyself approved unto God, a workman that needeth not to be ashamed, rightly dividing the word of truth")&lt;/em&gt;.  A few are like King Saul and allow the people (read-church members) to determine the way they should go.  King Saul's whining excuse to Samuel,&lt;em&gt; "But the people. . . . ,"&lt;/em&gt; was and is a flimsy reason to disobey God.  Ask King Saul how costly his adherence to the people's wishes was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Let God be the director of the orchestra of your life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Until the shout,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-4450273824206424813?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/4450273824206424813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=4450273824206424813&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/4450273824206424813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/4450273824206424813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#4450273824206424813' title='Direction'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-4965113029998399189</id><published>2008-07-28T12:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T13:06:06.022+01:00</updated><title type='text'>9/11 Survivors</title><content type='html'>As you might know, the head of a company survived 9/11 because his son started kindergarten that morning.&lt;br /&gt;Another fellow was alive because it was his turn to bring donuts.&lt;br /&gt;One woman was late because her alarm clock didn't go off.&lt;br /&gt;One was late because of being stuck on the NJ Turnpike because of an auto accident.&lt;br /&gt;One of them missed the bus.&lt;br /&gt;One spilled food on her clothes and had to take time to change.&lt;br /&gt;One's car wouldn't start.&lt;br /&gt;One went back to answer the phone.&lt;br /&gt;One had a child that dawdled and they didn't get ready as soon as they should have.&lt;br /&gt;One couldn't get a taxi.&lt;br /&gt;The one that struck me that most was the man who put on a new pair of shoes that morning, took the various means to get to work but before he got there, he developed a blister on his foot.  He stopped at a drug store to buy a Band-Aid.  That is why his is alive today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, when I am stuck in traffic, miss an elevator, turn back to answer a ringing telephone - all the little things that annoy me; I think to myself, this is exactly where God wants me to be at this very moment.  So, the next time you get frustrated by any number of delays or setbacks in the progress of your daily life take the time to stop and think about what the Lord may be protectin you from.  His ways are perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Proverbs 27 v.1 reminds us, "Boast no thyself of to morrow; for thou knowest not what a day may bring forth."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some food for thought,&lt;br /&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-4965113029998399189?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/4965113029998399189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=4965113029998399189&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/4965113029998399189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/4965113029998399189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#4965113029998399189' title='9/11 Survivors'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-7839943530379291728</id><published>2008-07-26T19:58:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T20:05:43.688+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Makeover Spice Crumb Cake</title><content type='html'>This sounded good and I had not posted a recipe for awhile, so I thought that I'd send this out to you all. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 egg&lt;br /&gt;2 egg whites&lt;br /&gt;2 cups 1% buttermilk&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup canola oil&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup unsweetened applesauce&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons molasses&lt;br /&gt;2-1/2 cups all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;1-1/2 cups packed brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1-1/4 teaspoons baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1-3/4 teaspoons each ground cinnamon, nutmeg and cloves&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOPPING:&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup packed brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon each ground cinnamon, nutmeg and cloves&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup cold butter or stick margarine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;In a large mixing bowl, beat the egg, egg whites, buttermilk, oil, applesauce and molasses. Combine the flour, brown sugar, baking soda, spices, baking powder and salt; add to egg mixture and mix well. Pour into a 13-in. x 9-in. x 2-in. baking pan coated with nonstick cooking spray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For topping, combine the brown sugar, flour and spices in a bowl; cut in butter until mixture resembles coarse crumbs. Sprinkle over batter. Bake at 350° for 35-40 minutes or until a toothpick inserted near the center comes out clean. Cool on a wire rack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yield: 18 servings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUTRITIONAL INFO&lt;br /&gt;1 piece equals:&lt;br /&gt;249 calories&lt;br /&gt;8 g fat (2 g saturated fat)&lt;br /&gt;20 mg cholesterol&lt;br /&gt;241 mg sodium&lt;br /&gt;42 g carbohydrate&lt;br /&gt;1 g fiber&lt;br /&gt;4 g protein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the Shout,&lt;br /&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-7839943530379291728?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/7839943530379291728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=7839943530379291728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/7839943530379291728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/7839943530379291728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#7839943530379291728' title='Makeover Spice Crumb Cake'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-4554682038251119137</id><published>2008-07-25T00:15:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T00:39:35.410+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"That worthy Name" . . . Who is He?</title><content type='html'>As I was going about my business today I was thinking about the Lord and all the He is and I came across this (have edited it and added some of my own things to it also). It was such a blessing to me and I thought I'd share it with you, so . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for a few moments think of some of the familiar titles and names of &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Name which is above every other name&lt;/strong&gt;. How these titles of our blessed Lord, what He is and what we have in Him, should fill our hearts with worship for the Lord, our lips with outbursts of praise and lift us above present day conditions and give us courage and boldness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Son of God&lt;br /&gt;The Only Begotten of the Father,&lt;br /&gt;The living God The eternal Life Emmanuel,&lt;br /&gt;The God of Glory,&lt;br /&gt;The Holy One;&lt;br /&gt;Jehovah,&lt;br /&gt;The everlasting God,&lt;br /&gt;The Lord strong and mighty,&lt;br /&gt;The Lord of Peace,&lt;br /&gt;The Lord our righteousness,&lt;br /&gt;The Upholder of all things,&lt;br /&gt;The Creator,&lt;br /&gt;The Alpha and Omega,&lt;br /&gt;The express image of God.&lt;br /&gt;He is the Word,&lt;br /&gt;The Word of God,&lt;br /&gt;The Word of Life,&lt;br /&gt;The Wisdom of God,&lt;br /&gt;The Angel of the Lord,&lt;br /&gt;The Mediator of the better covenant.&lt;br /&gt;The good Shepherd,&lt;br /&gt;The great Shepherd,&lt;br /&gt;The chief Shepherd,&lt;br /&gt;The Door, the Way,&lt;br /&gt;The Kinsman Redeemer&lt;br /&gt;The Root and offspring of David,&lt;br /&gt;The Branch of Righteousness,&lt;br /&gt;The Rose of Sharon,&lt;br /&gt;The Lily of the valley,&lt;br /&gt;The true Vine,&lt;br /&gt;The Corn of Wheat,&lt;br /&gt;The Bread of God,&lt;br /&gt;The true Bread from heaven.&lt;br /&gt;He is also the Light of the world,&lt;br /&gt;The Day dawn,&lt;br /&gt;The Star out of Jacob,&lt;br /&gt;Sun and Shield,&lt;br /&gt;The Bright and Morning star,&lt;br /&gt;The Sun of Righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;Thus we read of that worthy Name, that He is…&lt;br /&gt;The Great High priest,&lt;br /&gt;The Daysman,&lt;br /&gt;The Advocate,&lt;br /&gt;Intercessor,&lt;br /&gt;Surety,&lt;br /&gt;Mercy Seat,&lt;br /&gt;The Forerunner,&lt;br /&gt;The Rock of Salvation,&lt;br /&gt;The Refuge,&lt;br /&gt;The Tower,&lt;br /&gt;A strong Tower,&lt;br /&gt;The Rock of Ages,&lt;br /&gt;The Hope of Glory,&lt;br /&gt;The Hope of His people,&lt;br /&gt;A living Stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And What else?…&lt;br /&gt;The Gift of God,&lt;br /&gt;The Beloved,&lt;br /&gt;The Fountain of Life,&lt;br /&gt;Shiloh,&lt;br /&gt;He is our Peace,&lt;br /&gt;Our Redeemer,&lt;br /&gt;He is precious,&lt;br /&gt;The Amen,&lt;br /&gt;The Just Lord,&lt;br /&gt;The Bridegroom,&lt;br /&gt;The Firstborn from the Dead,&lt;br /&gt;Head over all,&lt;br /&gt;Head of all principality and power,&lt;br /&gt;Heir of all things.&lt;br /&gt;He is Captain of the Lord's Host,&lt;br /&gt;Captain of their salvation,&lt;br /&gt;Chiefest among Ten Thousand,&lt;br /&gt;The Leader,&lt;br /&gt;The Counsellor,&lt;br /&gt;The Lion of the tribe of Judah,&lt;br /&gt;The Light of the world&lt;br /&gt;The Governor,&lt;br /&gt;Prince of Peace,&lt;br /&gt;The Prince of Life,&lt;br /&gt;The Prince of the Kings of the earth,&lt;br /&gt;The Judge,&lt;br /&gt;The King,&lt;br /&gt;The King of Israel,&lt;br /&gt;King of Saints,&lt;br /&gt;King of Glory,&lt;br /&gt;King over all the earth,&lt;br /&gt;King in His Beauty,&lt;br /&gt;King of Kings and Lord of lords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just in case your are wondering to whom I refer, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;His name is JESUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; He is all this and so, so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Philippians 2:9-11 "Wherefore God also hath highly exalted him, and given him a name which is above every name: That at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, of things in heaven, and things in earth, and things under the earth; And that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you all,&lt;br /&gt;Sis. 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Who is He?'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-8160815098192955284</id><published>2008-07-20T15:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T15:43:13.776+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Been Packing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;No, I haven't been packing for us.  Our best friends have had to leave the field and while they were waiting for the house to sell the missionary family that took over their work agreed to live there for at least a year, furnished.  The family has bought some of the things for sale, but they wanted to move closer to the church and have their own things so we agreed to help them pack our best friends stuff so it would be ready when they were able to get a container and move it back stateside.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I went over on Tuesday and stayed until Friday.  I don't think I wish to move anytime soon!!!  LOL  I knew she was a pack rat, but oh my!!!!  Anyway, we worked for 4 days to get it all done and we finished 99% of it.  There is a bit to do in the loft, but we just couldn't do anymore.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;And here I was thinking I would have more time for blogging once school let out for the summer, HA!!  I don't see anything too strenuous in the near future so maybe I can get back to my blog.  Sorry I haven't been in touch much recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Sis. Connie, the Lord must have known that I needed your prayers this week.  It was hard to say goodbye to all my friends things and her home!  God bless you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Listening for the trumpet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;(could be our next move, Amen!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Sis. Tammy   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-8160815098192955284?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/8160815098192955284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=8160815098192955284&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/8160815098192955284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/8160815098192955284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#8160815098192955284' title='Been Packing!'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-8066851420184741359</id><published>2008-07-08T11:11:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T16:52:37.991+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful for My Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Lo, children are an heritage of the LORD: the fruit of the womb is his reward. " Psalms 127:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to praise the Lord for the two beautiful children that He has seen fit to bless our home with. They are so different, yet so special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, while the weather outside was rainy and yuck, my husband needed to get some John/Romans labelled and stuffed with tracts. Well, my son Caleb (5) was so excited. He sat at the dining room table for how many hours just stuffing those John/Romans with tracts. Rebekah usually has a great time helping also, but she had Brownies last night and was busy doing some badge work or she would have also been in on the FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you could have heard him. Oh, how it blessed my soul. There he was stuffing these John/Romans talking about people getting saved from them.  He said to his daddy, "What if 100 people got saved and came to church?" Roger would say, "That would be a blessing!"  After they got done, they did a whole box which has 500 in them; Caleb was ready to go and give them out.  He was ever so disappointed that they were actually for today instead of yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning when I told the children to get ready to go they were so excited.  They love giving out the John/Romans and handing out tracts in the town.  Just watching them getting excited over the Lord's work is wonderful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly believe that it is very important to make sure that our children are a part of the ministry that God has given us to do.  That doesn't mean just preachers children, but that is anyones children.  They like to be involved and feel a part of what is going on.  Do we think that they will just suddenly one day want to do something helpful for the Lord?  No, it starts at birth.  There have been many a time that I have gone out passing out leaflets or John/Romans with my children still in their strollers.  Once they get big enough to walk good, we start letting them have a turn putting them in the door.  We don't tell them to do it, they ask to do it.  We have a young man in the church who goes with Pastor now on Tuesday to give out the literature and when school is not in they each take a child and then they go at it it (gives me a chance of some alone time, usually that time is spent getting caught up on something around the house).  Not only are they doing something for the Lord, but they are also able to burn of some excess energy.  Praise the Lord!  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank the Lord that He has given me 2 children that are excited about doing something for Him even if they don't really understand it all.  I don't know what the future may bring, but for now I'm just going to rejoice in their tender hearts and continue to encourage them for God's glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you have a wonderful day!&lt;br /&gt;God bless,&lt;br /&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-8066851420184741359?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/8066851420184741359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=8066851420184741359&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/8066851420184741359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/8066851420184741359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#8066851420184741359' title='Thankful for My Children'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-4085231038875328133</id><published>2008-07-01T22:48:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T23:17:18.437+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith Tested</title><content type='html'>Have you ever noticed that when you've just received a blessing, the devil comes&lt;br /&gt;along right behind it to try and snatch the joy of that blessing away?  This is what my husband and I have faced since our return from holiday.  The devil just seems to know when to hit below the belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had such a wonderful time while in Germany.  We saw how God is blessing there.  Missionaries working on the field their may not see it, but Germany is sooooo much more open to the things of God than England.  It almost felt like being in a land of revival compared to where we serve.  I am thankful that God has seen fit to open their eyes to the need for Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since our return we have had to deal with quite a bit of disappointment.  We returned to Britain late Thursday night and on Friday morning one of our ladies called to say that she (and her 2 little boys) would not be coming back (we don't know how permanant this is right now).  She had been in the church in Leicester and had come over here when we moved.  This is very heartbreaking for us as she has been with us for about 7 1/2 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is on top of the fact that we had one lady blow out around April/May time.  She was applying for citizenship and wanted my husband to sign some forms for her, but he had to have known her for at least 3 years and we have only known her for 2.  In saying that, he couldn't honestly sign those forms and we believe that she has gotten mad over it (she needed a professional person and her doctor said she would have to pay about £30.00 [$60.00] for him to do) because she has only been back to church once since then.  We popped a postcard in her letter box, but we've not heard hide nor hair from her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, tonight we got an e-mail saying that another of our ladies was offered a job up north and is praying about what the Lord would have her do.  We just celebrated our churches 3rd anniversary and she has been with us since the 2nd Sunday that the church was open. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for us.  We believe what &lt;em&gt;James 1:3&lt;/em&gt; says,&lt;em&gt; "Knowing this, that the trying of your faith worketh patience."&lt;/em&gt;   We know that our faith is being tried (I can't exactly say that I like it).  The work is small already and we know that if this is discouraging to us, then it will also be discouraging to our people.  Pray that we would be like David and &lt;em&gt;"encourage&lt;/em&gt; [ourselves] &lt;em&gt;in the Lord."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the Lord bless you all,&lt;br /&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-4085231038875328133?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/4085231038875328133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=4085231038875328133&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/4085231038875328133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/4085231038875328133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#4085231038875328133' title='Faith Tested'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-7116272949020005421</id><published>2008-06-27T12:25:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T12:50:29.493+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Our trip to Germany</title><content type='html'>We just got home last night.  The Lord allowed us to take a holiday to Germany.  We stayed with Bro. Jim &amp;amp; Sis. Becky White, who also serves with our mission.  They were such a blessing to us and we had a wonderful time.  Their hospitality was above and beyond anything we could have asked for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The White's are doing a great job in Germany.  They not only have German works, but also a Russian German work and a few Gypsy works.  There are two different sets of Gypsies: Sinti and Romana.  The Whites' work with them individually.  It was almost like being on deputation or furlough.  LOL  Their hard work and dedication to the call of God on their lives is amazing.  I know first hand how busy and tiring their work can be (I was there for 10 days), but they enjoy it and God is blessing.  AMEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their children, Sam and Carrie, the youngest of 9 are still at home.  Sam is 19 and once a week he leads a Bible study group in their home for the young people they have contact with in Anbach where they live.  Both these young people were a blessing to us.  They took our 2 children under their wing and made their holiday great.  Carrie was ready to come home with us. LOL  They read to them, played with them, took them to the park, etc. etc.  We appreciate them alot.  They are sweet young people and work hard right along with their parents in the ministry that God has given them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to do some site seeing while were their as well as visit a few of their mission works.  The fellowship was a blessing.  My husband got to testify at some of the churches and preached at the Russian German work in Worms on Sunday morning (via a translator) and then Sunday night he preached a great message on the Blood at a military work in Anbach.  We praise the Lord for what He is doing in Germany.  It is so good to see God moving and know that He is still working in lives all around the globe.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now you know why I haven't been blogging the last week and a half.  It is so cheap to fly from England to Europe.  THANK THE LORD!   It gives us opportunities that we never would have had if we were not called to Great Britain.  Hearing what God is doing elsewhere is great, but being able to see it is amazing.  Not to mention that fact that you get free lodging, that is also a big plus!!!!!!!!!!!!  HA! HA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you all and have a wonderful day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the Shout,&lt;br /&gt;Sis. Tammy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/733434371692211182-7116272949020005421?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/7116272949020005421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=7116272949020005421&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/7116272949020005421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/7116272949020005421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#7116272949020005421' title='Our trip to Germany'/><author><name>Sis. Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00743166203624264544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733434371692211182.post-2579367266625431906</id><published>2008-06-11T17:09:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T18:01:55.692+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bless the Lord, O my soul!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Psalms 103 vs. 1-5: "Bless the Lord, O my soul: and all that is within me, bless his holy name. Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits: Who forgiveth all thin iniquities; who healeth all thy diseases; Who redeemeth thy life from destruction; who crowneth the with lovingkindness and tender mercies."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In verse 1 of Psalms 103 it says,&lt;em&gt; "Bless the Lord, O my soul: and all that is within me, bless his holy name." &lt;/em&gt;With all that is in me I want to bless the Lord. I want for my soul to be lifted up with praise for my Lord. He is so worthy of it and yet we do it so little sometimes. His name alone should cause us to rejoice. His name should stir the very depths of our being with worship for who He is and all that He has done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2 says, &lt;em&gt;"Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits."&lt;/em&gt; Often times we are very negligent when it comes to remembering our benefits. The good Lord saved and that alone is more benefit than I will ever deserve. All the rest is extra and how I praise Him for the extras! Hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 3 says,&lt;em&gt; "Who forgiveth all thine iniquities; who healeth all thy diseases."&lt;/em&gt; This verse reminds me of that song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;My Sins Are Gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;You ask me why I'm happy so I'll just tell you why, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Because my sins are gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;And when I meet the scoffers who ask me where they are, I say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;My sins are gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;They're underneath the Blood, on the Cross of Calvary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;As far removed as darkness is from dawn;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;In the sea of God's forgetfulness, that's good enough for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Praise God, my sins are gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;'Twas at the old time altar where God came in my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;And now, mys sins are gone;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;The Lord took full possession, the devil did depart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;I'm glad my sins are gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;When Satan comes to tempt me and tries to make me doubt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;I say, my sins are gone;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;You got me into trouble, but Jesus got me out, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;I'm glad my sins are gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;I'm living now for Jesus, I'm happy night and day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Because mys sins are gone;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;My soul is filled with music, with all my heart I say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;I know my sins are gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Words can not express how thankful and humbled I am to know that He CAN and WILL forgive all my iniquities. I'm grateful that He also has the power to heal all my diseases. I know as well as the next person that it is not always His will to heal, but I am so glad to know that if He wills it, He can do it. And look at it this way, for the Christian, one way or another we will be healed. Remember, in heaven there will be no sickness, pain, or death. We will be HEALED eternally!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Amen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Verse 4 says, &lt;em&gt;"Who redeemeth thy life from destruction; who crowneth thee with lovingkindness and tender mercies."&lt;/em&gt; None other than the Lord Jesus Christ could see any good in this old filthy rotten sinner worth redeeming. I praise Him for being my kinsmen redeemer! Glory!! He has bestowed on me lovingkindness far above that I should receive and His mercies are so much more tender than anything I could have ever known. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Many times there are a lot of things going on and going wrong in our lives and we forget that even in them we are still to "Bless the Lord . . ." So I just wanted to take a few minutes to brag on my wonderful Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;God bless you all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Sis. Tammy&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/733434371692211182-2579367266625431906?l=tammytooley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/feeds/2579367266625431906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=733434371692211182&amp;postID=2579367266625431906&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/2579367266625431906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/733434371692211182/posts/default/2579367266625431906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytooley.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#2579367266625431906' title='Bless the Lord, O my soul!'/><author><name>Sis. 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