<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481712130127272032</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 29 Oct 2008 03:12:23 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>A Mother's Heart</title><description></description><link>http://heart.analogcafe.net/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Ben)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481712130127272032.post-7337509120258205827</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Jun 2008 04:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-08T21:46:32.498-07:00</atom:updated><title>Delight!</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What a delight tonight&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when, just on a whim, I googled the name of a dear friend from high school, Joanne Mehl. It has been 30 years since we have graduated and probably nearly that since we last had contact. Her name immediately popped up as a very distinguished artist. What a joy to find that she's doing just what she always loved to do--painting beautiful pictures of horses. And, whoa, I can say that I hold a Joanne Mehl original from her junior high years--a watercolor illustration of one of Cat Stevens' songs.&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;What fun to find an old friend who has persevered in a tough field and done well!&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;Jenifer&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://heart.analogcafe.net/2008/06/delight.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jenifer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481712130127272032.post-537557297637571681</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 May 2008 18:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-25T20:55:11.389-07:00</atom:updated><title>Hope Realized</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I realized last night that it has been a full year since Ben's cancer was diagnosed. We went to Rosario Beach last year for Mother's Day, and (I think) Ben started chemo the next day. What a year! But this morning, as Ben came to pick up Beth to go to a comic book convention (don't ask...), I noticed Ben's hair is starting to curl again! I can't really explain how excited that makes me. Chemo left it stick-straight. That wasn't my son's hair. Hope realized is seeing Ben return to normal.&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 was reminded last night by a friend that God has never lied. God spoke to me, nearly a year ago, telling me that Ben was going to go through a horrendous trial, but that He would heal him. I needed to be reminded of the fact that God does speak and that He never lies, as I've been living lately with the feeling of waiting for the other shoe to drop.&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;Praise God for His faithfulness throughout this year! He is good, all the time.&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;Jenifer&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://heart.analogcafe.net/2008/05/hope-realized.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jenifer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481712130127272032.post-2835892761441937773</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Dec 2007 16:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-22T08:37:59.118-08:00</atom:updated><title>Empty Canvas</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One evening, recently, I was thinking about the "why" of suffering and pain. Yes, we are human. Sin, that is in our genes, brings it about. But what could be one reason (only one, mind you), that God allows us to go through pain? What came to mind is that we are in His gallery of His grace. We are each a masterpiece that God is creating so that the world around us may see His glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It has been years since I have thought of this song, but it's been on my heart lately:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;An empty canvas waits before the Painter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It waits to be the painting it must be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unto this end it has rightfully been created&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To reflect the rightful beauty the Painter sees&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A beauty that will surely find its life within its dying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So another might be born again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And in this constant death a constant beauty is created&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Within a constant love that never ends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus is the Master Painter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the Holy Spirit is the Master’s Brush&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be dipped within the colors&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That portray a Father’s love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That the Master’s painting might be born of us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To portray the beauty of the Master’s Brush&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That the canvas of our life might know the Master’s touch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;An empty canvas waits before the Painter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;An empty canvas destined to be hung&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Within the gallery once it has been created&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will the canvas bear the beauty of God’s Son?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"The Painter" by John Michael &amp;amp; Terry Talbot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;May each of us reflect the beauty of the Master's artistry&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jenifer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://heart.analogcafe.net/2007/12/empty-canvas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jenifer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481712130127272032.post-3566092829763655295</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Dec 2007 20:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-09T13:03:32.321-08:00</atom:updated><title>Snowy Sunday Morning</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As the snow flakes fell this morning, I talked with the Lord about many things. One that is deeply touching is to see how the Lord has knit Ben and Lisa together through this year. Don't misunderstand me--they've always had a strong relationship--but this year has added a beautiful depth. It reminds me of that verse about a cord of three strands not being easily broken. The Lord has braided them together with Himself, and it's a strong bond. It will be interesting to see how He has chosen to use this rope!&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;As Paul's school quarter nears an end, he's putting his finishing touches on a persuasive essay, "Cancer is Good." I wanted to waffle a little and thought he should title it, "Cancer &lt;em&gt;Can Be&lt;/em&gt; Good," but he didn't feel that was what he wanted to say. The essay is a strong argument for what cancer does to people's relationships and how God uses it in our lives. I pray that the students who have read it for peer review would stop and think about their relationship with the God of the universe.&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;Busy, busy week ahead for me and my choir-mates at Cedar Park Church. We perform the musical &lt;em&gt;Star &lt;/em&gt;next Friday, Saturday, and Sunday (8 pm, 7 pm, and 6 pm, respectively). But the busy-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt; is worth it. It's so much fun to be singing music again that impacts the soul. By the way, the shows are free and no tickets are required! Everyone is welcome to come!!&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;By the way, praise to our God for bringing Ben through his surgery so well!!! Although he tires easily, he's only two weeks out of major surgery!!! The best way to describe what the doctor did is scour all of Ben's abdominal cavity and organs of pesky tumors (some grapefruit sized; others the size of a pin head!). Ben has an appointment with the radiologist this Thursday to learn about the next step (radiation), but our guess is that won't start until after the first of the year.&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;Time to get back to decorating our Christmas Tree!&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;Jenifer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://heart.analogcafe.net/2007/12/snowy-sunday-morning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jenifer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481712130127272032.post-4206323480062176693</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Dec 2007 17:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-01T09:58:45.450-08:00</atom:updated><title>Saturday Morning</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Paul and I went to see Ben yesterday afternoon. I was amazed at the change from when I saw him on Wednesday night. He was very attentive and anxious to do the exercises the occupational therapist gave him. He walked double the distance that he had the day before, which wasn't far, but huge for him. I can see a drive in him to move on so he can get out of the hospital.&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;He still is on a liquid diet (as of yesterday) which means mostly broth. The "full liquid" diet that comes after clear liquids may be slightly challenging due to his lactose intolerance (I know I couldn't eat much that was on the list).&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;Ben continues to receive pain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; through his epidural. When that goes, so will the catheter from his bladder, which means more freedom! Progress seems to be coming steadily now.&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 Ben was about 2, he could see train tracks in everything. If there were 2 parallel lines, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lines&lt;/span&gt; with something along the side that looked like cross pieces, they were train tracks. We'd go out to Cherry Valley, where my parents lived, and wait along the road until the trains came by. It was Ben's delight. Now he has "train tracks" running down his belly! The staples that are holding him together at this point are slated to come out on Thursday or so.&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;Thanks for your prayers for our family. We have our ups and downs. Seeing Ben's improvement was definitely a plus for me!&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;Jenifer&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://heart.analogcafe.net/2007/12/saturday-morning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jenifer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481712130127272032.post-2450971615035009036</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Nov 2007 18:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-28T10:42:37.176-08:00</atom:updated><title>The Conversation</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sometimes we're not aware we're making demands of God until He allows that to be revealed. I truly believe that the Lord has given me promises through his Word that He will heal Ben. However, some expectation of timing had crept in, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unknown&lt;/span&gt; to me.&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;Last night I, more or less, hit the wall. I hadn't been prepared for the fact that Ben's cancer could be a huge amount of tumors, instead of just 4. I was feeling hurt by God--disappointed by the reality of the revelation. I sat on the floor of my bathroom and cried the words (more or less) that both Martha and Mary cried to Jesus when He showed up 3 days after Lazarus' funeral, "Lord, if You would have been here, my son wouldn't still be going through this." &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 morning I knew that I'd gotten my eyes onto the cancer instead of on God. I read through the story of Moses sending the 12 spies into the Promised Land, and how those spies saw themselves as grasshoppers in the eyes of the giants living in the land (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Num&lt;/span&gt;. 13). They were terrified by what they saw, and completely abandoned the God who had promised them the land. Then I read about David and Goliath. The odds were really, really against the Israelites, you know. They were terrified of the Philistines, and, from a human standpoint, there was complete reason to be! But, again, they weren't looking at the promise that God had given to be with them and give them the land.&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;So, this morning, this was the conversation:&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 I told you I would heal Ben, were all the tumors in his body?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Yes, Lord."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Then how has My promise changed because you now know about those tumors?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"It hasn't."&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;Several years ago, God revealed Himself to me as "The God Who Sees Around the Corner." Nothing about Ben's disease is a surprise to Him. Nothing.&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;Thank you for your prayers. And pray for Ben. When he's feeling a little better, he'll have to work through the knowledge that the road may be longer than he hoped/anticipated. (His personality is similar to mine.)&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;Thank you,&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;Jenifer&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;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://heart.analogcafe.net/2007/11/conversation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jenifer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481712130127272032.post-3614805176257701286</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Oct 2007 00:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-28T18:51:02.390-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Deeper Seam of His Peace</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"God has invited you all into a deeper seam of His peace; though it is an invitation no one desires, it is somehow a privilege to be drawn near to the compassion of God Who knows suffering so well."&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;Man, I love the above quote. It was written to us by our dear friend, Bob Rasmussen, on May 3rd, the day before Ben had his biopsy done. It's been nearly 6 months now. It is amazing that it has only been that long, yet it seems like a lifetime ago. I was a different person 6 months ago. Things that seemed so important then are as nothing now.&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;My Lord suffered. Who am I to think I should live a painless life? I know, though, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that my God will never leave me, no matter what the road ahead. Several years ago He revealed Himself to me as "The God Who Sees Around the Corner"--what is ahead is NO surprise to Him. In that is complete rest for my soul.&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;Ben meets with the surgeon on Tuesday. Thank you for your prayers for our family.&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;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Jenifer&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://heart.analogcafe.net/2007/10/deeper-seam-of-his-peace.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jenifer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481712130127272032.post-1522632598653470774</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Oct 2007 16:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-20T09:48:57.489-07:00</atom:updated><title>Waiting</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This weekend we continue on the "project" the Lord brought to light last May. That project is called "waiting." I keep thinking about the verse,"My soul waits for the Lord more than the watchmen for the morning; indeed, more than the watchmen for the morning." (Ps. 130:6) Why do the watchmen wait for the morning? Well, my culture says to get off work, which might be the case, but I don't think that's the answer. The watchmen waits for the morning because it's &lt;strong&gt;dark &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and  the enemy is out there. Every part of the watchman's being has to be completely attentive to his post, or he, his family, his city could suffer. The enemy stays in the shadows, trying to be unseen, for a stealthy attack.&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;So, I wait. I wasn't raised to put much emphasis on the enemy. Often, I seriously don't think I give enough credence to the threat that he is. How good is a watchman who doesn't believe there is an enemy beyond the camp? Yes, my God is far and away greater. But the Bible does talk of wearing the armor of God, and of being on the alert because the devil stalks about like a roaring lion seeking who he may devour. Resistance, on both accounts takes faith. &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;So, pray the Morrell and Massingill families will stand firm in our faith as we wait for the Lord. &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 wait for the Lord, my soul does wait,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And in His word do I hope."&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;He's given us LOTS to hope for in His word (see my September 27, 2007 post)!&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;Be still my soul, the Lord is on thy side...&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;Jenifer&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://heart.analogcafe.net/2007/10/waiting.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jenifer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481712130127272032.post-3493289226207663740</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Oct 2007 05:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-05T23:32:45.109-07:00</atom:updated><title>A Good Day and Something New</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What a nice day we had today! Paul and I went down to Federal Way to help our dear friends Bob &amp;amp; Lyn Rasmussen move into their house. It's wonderful to have them SO close now. (45 minutes away beats Blaine, WA or Turlock, CA any day!!!) Bob &amp;amp; Lyn have been such strong support for us during Ben's cancer. Lyn is a bone marrow transplant survivor, so they understand cancer and all the ramifications so very well.&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;After we got home, Ben and Lisa came by for a while. It's been a week or so since we've seen them, so that was nice. Ben's taste buds are quite whacked out (meat tastes like it is rotten to him right now), but beyond that he seems to doing quite well. We are very grateful for that! They are an amazing couple.&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 singing with Cedar Park's choir now. At first I felt guilty for wanting to go, as if the Lord would have said to me, "Fine, you can go, but I'm not happy about it." But after sitting down and asking, "Lord, is it really okay with you? I don't want to be part of this if it's not," I sense that my being there is a calling: "This is where &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; want you to go. Daniel (choir director) is going to have a tough year and he will need your prayer support." That's very freeing. I am the new kid on the block, though, in this choir. I need to be bold in reaching out and being friendly, which is always challenging for me when it comes to meeting new people. Lord, give me your grace.&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;Being part of the CP Choir, I'll get to be part of the first production of &lt;em&gt;Generations &lt;/em&gt;next spring. That is thrilling. &lt;em&gt;Generations&lt;/em&gt; is a musical theater work that Daniel Perrin has been working on for several years. Also one that I have been praying about for many of those years! It deals with 3 periods of time--Warsaw, 1942; Toledo, Spain, 1492; and Jerusalem at the time of Christ. The heart of &lt;em&gt;Generations&lt;/em&gt; is to show Jewish people that God has always been with them through their suffering. He has always cared for them. He loves them with an everlasting love. May the Lord open the eyes of His people, as well as the eyes of non-Jews, to see His heart of compassion. May they see with new eyes the purpose of God in the Person of their Messiah.&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;Shalom,&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;Jenifer&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://heart.analogcafe.net/2007/10/good-day-and-something-new.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jenifer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481712130127272032.post-3733718810413802053</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Oct 2007 15:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-01T08:53:42.029-07:00</atom:updated><title>Home Sick</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not homesick, mind you. Just home sick. It came on Saturday in the wee hours of the night as an annoying little sore throat that grew as the hours past. It left in the day yesterday, but came back last night, so I'm staying home from work today to keep this thing, Lord willing, from becoming large. (The air conditioners at work that labor hard to keep the men cool and the ladies freezing just wouldn't help me any!)&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;So, &lt;a href="http://blatantboy.deviantart.com/art/Chloe-s-Birthday-53945457"&gt;Chloe&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://blatantboy.deviantart.com/art/Niko-44702494"&gt;Nikko&lt;/a&gt;, and I will all curl up today for a nap. (Ha! Our Labrador Retriever is terrified of Ben's Electus parrot!) Speaking of Nikko, he's a real kick! During the few months that he visited Manfred Seidler at church, he learned the charge whistle, which he will do when he's being ignored. I'm trying to teach him to say, "Chlooo-eeee." (The evil part in me coming out!) Mostly we hear the charge whistle, "step up" (when he wants out of his cage), "Nikko," and a strange, one-sided phone conversation, that consists mostly of "okay," but said in a deep voice. I'm not sure how long he'll be able to stay at our house--Paul feels Nikko's feathers bother his lungs--so he'll probably have to find a new home before long.&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;Thank you for your continued prayers for Ben's fevers to cease.&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 think it's time for a nap!&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;Love,&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;Jenifer&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://heart.analogcafe.net/2007/10/home-sick.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jenifer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481712130127272032.post-3406705336181101676</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Sep 2007 04:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-29T22:14:48.812-07:00</atom:updated><title>Changes</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been blogging now for just over 4 months and I finally wrote something on my profile. 'Bout time, huh? I realized over 100 people had looked at it to no avail, so I decided I'd better get with it.&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 wonder what God is doing in Paul and my lives right now. It's strange how we've come to this fall ready for new things. Paul is taking a couple of general education classes at BCC (man, better him than me!). I'm not sure what's going on in my life, though. The Lord seems to be leading me out of my comfort zone (which I usually don't have to go far to be out of!). It started last week when I got up the courage to go and talk with a dear friend's mom who I'd never met before. She has prayed faithfully for Ben through his cancer trial. Meeting someone sounds simple, right? Not for this shy girl. Then I went to sing with a choir the other night FULL of people I didn't know (save a couple). Today I attended a prayer breakfast in South Seattle (I'd known S. Seattle existed, but had been told it was pretty scary) with a room not only full of people I'd never met (not a one of them), but from completely different cultures than my own (except for the fact that we were all believers in the Lord Jesus Christ, which, of course, makes them all my brothers and sisters anyway!).&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;What intrigues me the most about these adventures in boldness, is that I've really, really enjoyed myself. It's like the Lord is giving me lessons in loving people and not being all wrapped up in myself. Man, I'd love to learn these lessons well!&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;Once again, it's bedtime. Oh, pray for Ben. His counts aren't responding very well. He received platelets and 2 units of blood today, which should help. He still is plagued with fevers, too.&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;Love,&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;Jenfier&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://heart.analogcafe.net/2007/09/changes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jenifer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481712130127272032.post-1847875207691092124</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Sep 2007 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-06T11:14:09.533-07:00</atom:updated><title>A Wonderful Evening &amp; My Verses</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On Thursday evenings, Paul and I are part of a small Bible study group. Tonight, however, it didn't meet due to several of the ladies in the group being away at a quilting retreat. So, tonight I went to Cedar Park Church and sang with Daniel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Perrin's&lt;/span&gt; choir there. What a lovely evening. It was refreshment to my soul, which it was in need of. What fun to sing back through the &lt;em&gt;Star&lt;/em&gt; songs that we recorded so many years ago (13?)! During the recording sessions, when I wasn't singing, I sat in the studio and prayed while the recording was going on. It's so cool to see God's hand still on the work we did there.&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;So, thank You, Lord, for a night that was a gift from Your hand.&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;Love,&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;Jenifer&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(...a bit later...) I just went back and read through my previous posts. In one of them I said I would write out the verses God has given me since Ben was diagnosed. I think now is a good time. This will be long, but it's an exercise I need to do. Most of them have the date given to me. They are in chronological order (earliest to latest).&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;&lt;em&gt;"See now that I, I am He,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And there is no god besides Me;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is I who put to death and give life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have wounded and it is I who heal, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And there is no one who can deliver from My hand."&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Deut&lt;/span&gt;. 32:39)&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;May 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"The Lord is the One who goes before you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;He will be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;He will not fail you or forsake you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do not fear or be dismayed." &lt;/em&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Deut&lt;/span&gt;. 31:8)&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;May 15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Of Benjamin he said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;'May the beloved of the Lord dwell in security by Him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Who shields him all the day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And he dwells between His shoulders.'" &lt;/em&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Deut&lt;/span&gt;. 33:12)&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;May 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"The steadfast of mind You will keep in perfect peace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because he trusts in You." &lt;/em&gt;(Is. 26:3)&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;May 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;"I will not die, but live,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;And tell of the works of the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;The Lord has disciplined me severely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;But He has not given me over to death."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;. 118:17, 18--This is THE verse that I believe the Lord has given me specifically for Ben.)&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;May 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Behold, I am the Lord, the God of all flesh; is anything too difficult for Me?" &lt;/em&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jer&lt;/span&gt;. 32:27)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"For thus says the Lord, "Just as I brought all this great disaster on this people, so I am going to bring on them all the good that I am promising them." &lt;/em&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jer&lt;/span&gt;. 32:42)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ah Lord God! Behold You have made the heavens and the earth by Your great power and by Your outstretched arm! Nothing is too difficult for You." &lt;/em&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jer&lt;/span&gt;. 32:17)&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;May 22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Trust in Him at all times, O people;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Pour out your heart before Him;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God is a refuge for us."&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;. 62:8)&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;May 24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" He guides me in paths of righteousness for His name's sake." &lt;/em&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;. 23:3)&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;May 26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Do not fear, for I have redeemed you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I have called you by name, you are Mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When&lt;/strong&gt; you pass through the waters, I will be with you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And through the rivers, they will not overflow you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When&lt;/strong&gt; you walk &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; the fire, you will not be scorched,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nor will the flame burn you." &lt;/em&gt;(Is. 43:1b-2, emphasis mine)&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;June 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I sought the Lord, and He answered me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And delivered me from all my fears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They looked to Him and were radiant,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And their faces will never be ashamed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This poor (afflicted) man cried, and the Lord heard him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And saved him out of all his troubles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The angel of the Lord encamps around those who fear Him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And rescues them."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;. 34:4-7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;June 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Behold, all those who are angered at you will be shamed and dishonored;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Those who contend with you will be as nothing and will perish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You will seek those who quarrel with you, but will not find them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Those who war with you will be as nothing and non-existent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;For I am the Lord your God, who upholds your right hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who says to you, 'Do not fear, I will help you.'" &lt;/em&gt;(Is. 41:11-13)&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;June 26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Those who sow in tears shall reap with joyful shouting." &lt;/em&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;. 126:5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The Lord has done great things for us;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are glad." &lt;/em&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;. 126:3--this came the day of Ben's first CT scan results after 3 rounds of chemo)&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;July 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...And you shall commit to &lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt; the work of &lt;strong&gt;My&lt;/strong&gt; hands." &lt;/em&gt;(Is. 45:11b--emphasis mine--the Lord's way of telling me to stop reading about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;DSRCT&lt;/span&gt; cancer on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;!)&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;July 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"O Lord, You are my God;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I will exalt You, I will give thanks to Your name;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;For You have worked wonders,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Plans formed long ago, with perfect faithfulness." &lt;/em&gt;(Is. 25:1)&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;July 16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Listen to Me, Jenifer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You have been borne by Me from birth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And have been carried from the womb;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Even to your old age I am the same,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And even to your graying years I will bear you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I have made you, and I will carry you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I will bear you and I will deliver you." &lt;/em&gt;(Is 46:3,4--name change mine, obviously...)&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;July 19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Those who hopefully wait for Me will not be put to shame." &lt;/em&gt;(Is 49:23)&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;July 23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Surely our sickness &lt;strong&gt;He Himself&lt;/strong&gt; bore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And our pains He carried." &lt;/em&gt;(Is. 53:4a,3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;--emphasis mine)&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;July 24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"For the Lord God is a sun and shield;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The Lord give grace and glory;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No good thing does He withhold from those who walk with integrity." &lt;/em&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;. 84:11)&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;August 3 (my birthday!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"More than the sounds of many waters,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Than the mighty breakers of the sea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Lord on high is mighty&lt;/strong&gt;." &lt;/em&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt; 93:4--the mighty breakers=hardships in life)&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;August 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Blessed be the Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Because He has heard the voice of my supplication.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The Lord is my strength and my shield;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My heart trusts in Him, and I am helped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And with my song I shall thank Him." &lt;/em&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;. 28:6,7)&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;September 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"More than that, I count all things to be loss in view of the surpassing value of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and count them rubbish so that I may gain Christ, and may be found &lt;strong&gt;in Him&lt;/strong&gt;, not having a righteousness of my own derived from the Law, but that which is through faith in Christ, the righteousness which comes from God on the basis of faith, that I may know Him and the power of His resurrection and the fellowship of His sufferings, being conformed to His death." (Phil. 3:8-10--emphasis mine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;September 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"On the day I called, You answered me." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Though I walk in the midst of trouble,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You will revive me." &lt;/em&gt;(side note says, "Keep me alive)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The Lord will accomplish what concerns me."&lt;/em&gt; (All from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;. 138)&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;There ya go. God 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;&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;&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;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://heart.analogcafe.net/2007/09/wonderful-evening.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jenifer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481712130127272032.post-6879720412312645332</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Sep 2007 17:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-15T10:35:11.770-07:00</atom:updated><title>Some things just make you smile...</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Beth, our nearly 21-year-old daughter (boy, it's really weird to say I have a daughter nearly 21), is heading off to Western Washington University for the first time this fall. As she prepares for living in her first on-campus apartment (she'd had enough of dorm life at TWU), there have been some things that she's just HAD to have. A couple of them really make me smile.&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 Paul and I were married nearly 28 years ago, one of our wedding gifts was a set of 4 Corningware mixing bowls. They were the color of the time--earthtones. I still have those bowls and use them daily. Beth saw them (get this!) in an antique store. She was amazed how expensive they were even to this day, but found a set for $25 and snatched them up. (I never would have thought that Corningware mixing bowls would appreciate in price!) Beth felt she needed those bowls to make her living situation complete. That makes me smile--happy memories of her childhood.&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;The other necessity was another bowl. For years, although not as many as the afore mentioned bowls, I've had a stainless steel bowl that is really the top part of a double boiler. This bowl has had 2 major uses in the Morrell household--making biscuits and being a sick bowl (although not at the same time, mind you). There were times when it disappeared for a few weeks when one of the kids had felt nauseated and took it to his room (read Ben), only for me to find it later hiding behind a bed, etc.  This bowl, too, made it onto the Beth Morrell-must-have list. (After all, what is she going to throw up in?) It was acquired at an estate sale.&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;Seeing my last child off to her Junior year of college is bittersweet. It is time for the little birdy to fly from the nest, but has been wonderful to have her home this summer. She worked HARD as a receptionist at Microsoft and earned a good wage. She gained an open invitation to return whenever she was in town. She has grown into a wonderful young woman. &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 am so thrilled with what the Lord is doing in all of my children's lives. He's shown Himself so faithful to Ben and Lisa as they deal with Ben's cancer. He's provided a wonderful teaching job for Adam in Tacoma, and a great place for he and Sheli to live in Gig Harbor (very close to Sheli's teaching job!). He is faithfully leading Beth to WWU, going before her as she lives with 3 girls she's never met, all probably international students.&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;And so, Paul and I once again come to empty nesting. What's next? Well, something new is on the horizon. Paul may be starting school with the goal of acheiving his bachelor's degree. Is 48 too late? I don't think so. Will it be hard work, requiring a lot of motivation? You bet! (Along with still running a small business!) Please pray for us during these days ahead--it will take more than 4 years for him to see his goal through. I'm excited, but know we'll need a ton to God's grace and mercy!&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;Much love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Jenifer&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://heart.analogcafe.net/2007/09/some-things-just-make-you-smile.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jenifer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481712130127272032.post-2677770800288858998</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Sep 2007 02:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-02T20:18:41.126-07:00</atom:updated><title>Downs and Ups</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I was in loading the dishwasher, random thoughts of blogging were going through my head. It's been a while since I've even felt like writing. I guess I better strike while the iron is hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I hit the wall the other day (2 days, actually). I've realized since then how very much I didn't want anyone to know that. However, I desperately wanted someone who knew me very well to call during that time and say something like, "The Lord laid you on my heart, so I just thought I'd call and see how you are." But no. The funny thing is that I've found I crash, emotionally, when things are going well with Ben and there is really no reason to splatter. It doesn't make any sense, but that's what I do. Anyway, what really lifted me out of my dark hole was spending time with Ben. He was so full of life and hope that afternoon while we shopped for Lisa's birthday party stuff. We talked about where he and Lisa could buy a house someday and what he wanted to do when he went back to work full-time. It was a wonderfully uplifting time for me and I am grateful to the Lord for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I've been thinking a lot about gratitude lately (well, maybe not on those days mentioned above). I think it's easiest to see the lack of it in the ones closest to us. It's hardest to see the lack of it in ourselves! I do have so much to be grateful for! I remember Owen Hollingsworth telling me once that he told a man to go home and do nothing in prayer but thank the Lord for a week (or maybe it was a month). The man came back a changed individual. Ingratitude always reminds me of the dwarves toward the end of the  C.S. Lewis book &lt;em&gt;The Last Battle. &lt;/em&gt;They'd been cast into a small stable to be supposedly eaten by Tash, the evil god. It's a long story, but it turned out that they are really in Narnian heaven, which was incredibly beautiful, but they wouldn't look around to see where they were. They continued to sit in a huddle and grumble and complain. Now granted, we are not yet in heaven with the Lord Jesus, but we are so extremely blessed. We just need to look around sometimes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Things to be thankful for this week: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Adam starts his teaching job in Tacoma, only 15 miles from where his new wife, Sheli, also starts her new teaching job. Yay! No long commutes!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ben continues to go through recovery from chemo 5 pretty well. No hospitalization! No infection! Paul and I plan to go over to Whidbey Island with Ben and Lisa Thursday through Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I choose to be thankful in advance for what the Lord is going to do in Beth's life at WWU. For the roommate He will provide for her, and for the building of dependence on Him that He is doing in her life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Always, always, always for Paul who loves me and puts up with my weird emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And, of course, for my God who has provided me with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places in Messiah Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Jenifer&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://heart.analogcafe.net/2007/09/downs-and-ups.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jenifer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481712130127272032.post-365799493768674807</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Jul 2007 03:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-22T20:59:01.016-07:00</atom:updated><title>Round 4</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tomorrow may begin chemo round 4 for Ben. He has to go in to have his blood checked in the morning to see how his platelets are doing. If the number is 75 or above, they'll start chemo. If not, he'll have to wait. How very, very bizarre it feels to pray that my son is well enough so that the doctors can poison him yet another time. This doesn't feel like what mothers are supposed to do. I understand the whole thing, but it just feels strange.&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;Paul and I feel ourselves longing for "normal." I first sensed it when I went back to work last week. It's like we want to shake ourselves and get back to life as we used to know it. However, that life isn't there anymore, and probably never will be. Actually, it'd be a heinously bad thing to go back--if we didn't learn and grow through all of this. To not be changed by the testing that the Lord has allowed would be such a waste.&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;Pray for platelets!&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;Jenifer&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://heart.analogcafe.net/2007/07/round-4.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jenifer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481712130127272032.post-7501903618970054451</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Jul 2007 23:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-20T17:02:32.049-07:00</atom:updated><title>Blood</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You know, I've always heard the line, "Give the gift of life, give blood." However, until you have a loved one who seriously needs blood or platelets, it's not too real. I am planning to start doing this, though. There's really no reason not to! I'm healthy as a horse (a healthy horse, that is...), and have plenty of the red stuff (or amber stuff, if we're talking platelets). &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 also think I'll get whatever test is necessary to be put into a registry to be a bone marrow donor. I know 3 people now who have required a bone marrow transplant. If I could give to keep someone else alive it would be a wonderful thing (although they might end up with my allergies). I'll have to look into how to get tested for that. I understand the test is just a swab of the inside of your mouth...the giving, though, is harder, but, hey, it's someone's life!!&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;Jenifer&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;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://heart.analogcafe.net/2007/07/blood.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jenifer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481712130127272032.post-161942846788897941</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Jul 2007 05:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-19T23:31:01.704-07:00</atom:updated><title>A Smattering of Life</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wow, it's been a long time since I've posted. Adam and Sheli's wedding came and went, as did our company. I've laughed about this being the week I'd come home from work (my first back after 2 weeks of "vacation") and stare at the wall. It really wasn't too far from the truth....&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;The wedding went well. It was done Adam and Sheli style, as it should have been--easy going and informal. The best part, in my mind, was hearing the pastor read the letters that Adam and Sheli wrote to each other. They were very special. He told me later that Adam and Sheli won't remember a thing he said, but they'll remember what they said to each other in those letters. That's very cool.&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;Ben was not able to make the wedding. His white blood cells had fallen the day before, so he was in Virginia Mason Hospital. However, due to the great kindness of Shon &amp; Claire Katzenberger and Gary &amp;amp; Deborah Ferguson, Ben was able to watch the ceremony on a webcam. God is good. Lisa did come over, though. It was wonderful to have her there!&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;While the newlyweds went off to play in the Bahamas, my mom, sister and I went to the Olympic Peninsula. We picked what will, undoubtedly, be the hottest days of the year. That turned out okay, though, because it was slightly cooler over there. The most amazing part of our adventure was going up to Hurricane Ridge. It is absolutely breathtaking! The Lord blessed us with a wonderful day, too, that wasn't windy (a rarity on the ridge). It felt like we could reach out and touch the Olympics in front of us. Amazing.&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;Paul's brothers arrived from California the day or so after I got home. They make a yearly trip (pilgrimage?) up to the San Juan Islands. Paul and Chloe took off this week to go with them. I've joked about us taking separate vacations this year. I think I'm joking... (I am) Really, we do need a weekend away together soon (but Chloe can stay home with her girl-mommy...).&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;As you know if you read Ben's blog, his chemo was postponed this week due a low platelet count. I have struggled with that some. It's a matter of trusting that God will not fail or forsake us. A dear friend pointed out that learning not to fear, but to trust God, is not a get-it-right-once-and-it's-over procedure. It's a lifelong learning process. I believe I've been thinking that I'll come to a point when I have it down pat. That would be lovely, but probably not reality. One step at a time; one day at a time.&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;Beth has only 2 more months of being home before going off to WWU this fall. I will really miss her. She's grown into an amazingly wonderful young woman. She's far more mature than I was at her age. (Scary thing--I was married when I was her age...very scary. When I was Adam's age I nearly had 2 children...scarier yet!)&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;Someone asked me this week how we are doing. Although I really don't think we've even had the time to think about it, I can truly say that we are held by the grace of God. When I start to list out the things that have gone on in the past 2 months, I nearly start hyperventilating. It's far worse on paper than living through it, but that's only because it is the Lord who goes before us. He is our help and our deliverance. Sometime I may write out on this blog all the promises He's given me in the past 2 months. They really are amazing and words I go back to over and over again for comfort and strength.&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;Please pray for an increased platelet count for Ben. It is my prayer that this next chemo (new meds he's never had before) will provide optimum results with minimum side effects. Thank you so much for your prayers.&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;Love,&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;Jenifer&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://heart.analogcafe.net/2007/07/smattering-of-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jenifer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481712130127272032.post-8590978240794230210</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Jul 2007 04:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-03T22:06:19.893-07:00</atom:updated><title>Four Days Before the Wedding</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, here we are in the week of the wedding. My sister, Margaret, has been here for a week, and my mom arrives tomorrow. Paul, my mom, Beth and I will drive out to Ellensburg on Thursday; Margaret and her daughter, Lauren, on Friday. &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's been wonderful to have Margaret around for the last week. She's really good at being organized and getting things done--neither of which I'm very capable of doing right now.&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;We are in a waiting game to see how Ben will do during this recovery time. He finished his 3rd chemo on Saturday evening. Prayers would be appreciated that his white blood cells would not flat line, and that he doesn't get thrush. (Thrush keeps Ben from eating.)&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;Ben has 4 more rounds of chemo left. The next 2 will be with 2 drugs that he's never had before, then the one after that will be back to the drugs he's had during the first 3. The last will be with the same drugs as rounds 4 &amp; 5. Confused yet? I guess they mix it up so that the body doesn't get used to one set of drugs and they become ineffective. Noooo ineffective drugs, please!!! At this point, after the chemo rounds are done, then comes surgery to remove whatever is left of the tumors, then radiation.&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;Please also pray for the protection of Ben's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; vital organs in the midst of all this chemo and antibiotics. Harsh stuff. &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'd also appreciate prayer for our sanity in the next few days. Tensions are running pretty high....&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;Thank you!&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;Jenifer&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://heart.analogcafe.net/2007/07/four-days-before-wedding.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jenifer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481712130127272032.post-5546438928624950104</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Jun 2007 04:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-23T21:51:07.705-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Paul and I ended up not going to Whidbey with Ben and Lisa because I was exposed to a virus on Wednesday. My throat was feeling scratchy on Thursday. It was probably allergies, but not worth the risk of infecting Ben right before a very important week. It was a hard decision, but thought it was the right thing to do (although not the fun one!).&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;On a happier note, though, we booked a place today to stay during the days around Adam's wedding. It's a vacation home and looks like a restful place. Here's the link: &lt;a href="http://www.cascades-vacation-rental.com/Welcome.html"&gt;http://www.cascades-vacation-rental.com/Welcome.html&lt;/a&gt;. My mom, Beth, Paul and I will stay there. Lisa said she'd like to come over on Friday, but I would suppose that will depend on Ben's health. I know Ben desires to be there too. Please pray that the Lord would allow that, if that's the best.&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;My sister, Margaret, arrives tomorrow evening. That means Chloe will have a friend around more often! "Yay!" says Chloe, "Someone who will understand that Labs truly are starving animals and will give me more calories than my mommy and daddy do!!!" (Hmmmm.....no fat Labs.....)&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;As noted above, this is an important week for Ben. As of right now, Monday he has his first CT scan since they found the tumors. When they did the other one, he had to drink a huge amount of stuff that he later found out was milk based. Not good, since he's lactose intolerant. He knows now that he can have it mixed w/ root beer instead. (Man, that's a lot of sugar!) Then they inject something radio active. His telling of the first time around is actually pretty humerous (in a twisted Morrell sort of way...). On Tuesday he has an appointment with his oncologist, presumably to get the test results. (Pray, pray, pray!) As things stand now, he'll start his 3rd round of chemo on Wednesday.&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;While taking a walk this evening, I was convicted by the Lord of not believing scripture He's shown me in regard to Ben. It is really easy to get caught up in what I can see. The verse many of us have been able to recite from memory since childhood is before me: &lt;em&gt;"Trust in the Lord with all you heart and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will direct your paths."&lt;/em&gt; The crutch of my own understanding is kind of scary sometimes. God is faithful.&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;As always, thank you for your prayers for our family during this time. (BTW!--Only 2 weeks until Adam's wedding!)&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;Jenifer&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://heart.analogcafe.net/2007/06/paul-and-i-ended-up-not-going-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jenifer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481712130127272032.post-8732455803167831717</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Jun 2007 06:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-19T23:25:54.234-07:00</atom:updated><title>Becoming Real</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Whom have I in heaven but You?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And besides You, I desire nothing on earth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My flesh and my heart may fail,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In the last month or so, I'd say my heart has failed. I'd definitely say my flesh has failed. It is a time of pruning. At this moment, I can say I'm grateful to God that He cares enough about me to be pruning out the self-sufficiency, the self-centeredness, the pride (He's got a long way to go, though). I read a testimony from a young woman the other day in which she rejoiced that the Lord took her through a very dark time in her life, because of how much better she knows Him now. I look forward to getting to that point. I know I will get there to learn completely that "God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever."&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;Good Night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Jenifer&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://heart.analogcafe.net/2007/06/becoming-real.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jenifer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481712130127272032.post-4450218699049208360</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Jun 2007 03:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-17T21:02:06.864-07:00</atom:updated><title>Yay!</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ben's back home and his white count is on the rise. Yay! We're grateful to the Lord for this!&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;We've had a nice Father's Day. Adam BBQ'd some chicken (and did an excellent job), Sheli threw together a Caesar salad, and Beth made a cake (chocolate w/ peanut butter frosting--Paul's favorite). Lots of talk about wedding things. It's getting down to the wire, with just a few weeks left.&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 asked my sister, Margaret, if she could come earlier than she was planning to for the wedding to help out. She graciously accepted. There are just a lot of unknowns in the days ahead and her help will be &lt;em&gt;greatly &lt;/em&gt;appreciated! It will be nice to have her around, too. Thank you, Margaret!!&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;Please pray that this will be a wonderfully encouraging week for Ben and Lisa. We may go with them to the Massingill's place on Whidbey next weekend. I hope so--that'd be really nice.&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;Ben's CT scan is Monday, June 25th. We're hoping for great results, but know that whatever the results are, they are in the hands of the Lord!&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've had a better day with my neck today! Thank You, Lord!&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;Jenifer&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://heart.analogcafe.net/2007/06/yay.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jenifer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481712130127272032.post-4024876690189993472</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 Jun 2007 03:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-15T21:10:20.878-07:00</atom:updated><title>Difficult Times</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Things are difficult right now. I know we're not the first people to have to deal with cancer, but it is the first time &lt;em&gt;we've&lt;/em&gt; dealt with cancer. It's hard to see my son suffer. I've actually spent some time thinking about Mary, Jesus' mother, lately. The angel told her that a sword would pierce her heart. I wonder how many times she thought, "Is this the sword?" ("Will it get worse?") God didn't tell Mary everything that would happen and when it would happen. He did tell her it would be hard. I can't imagine how Mary felt to watch her Son hang on a cross. I can't imagine... &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 pray that each one of us will learn our lessons well. What an awful thing it would be to go through this and not learn the lessons the Lord has for us. He does discipline us for our good that we may share in His holiness.&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 need to go ice my neck. (My son's cancer is, literally, a pain in the neck for me.)&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;Jenifer&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://heart.analogcafe.net/2007/06/difficult-times.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jenifer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481712130127272032.post-7454246342213760185</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Jun 2007 18:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-14T11:23:32.003-07:00</atom:updated><title>Prayer Request</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Could you please pray for our friends Tom &amp; Kristin Carmody? Kristin emailed me this morning that Tom's brother, John, was diagnosed with leukemia a couple of weeks ago, and now is in ICU with double pneumonia. (I think John is around 50) Tom's dad, who has had a history of heart problems, was having chest pain (probably due to the stress over John's health--I understand that one!). I know this family would really appreciate your prayer support.&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;Thank you!&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;Jenifer&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://heart.analogcafe.net/2007/06/prayer-request.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jenifer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481712130127272032.post-2196581293332194708</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Jun 2007 03:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-13T20:43:15.965-07:00</atom:updated><title>Quick Update</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lisa took Ben to the ER today. His fever went up. It sounds like the infection in his mouth/throat is pretty bad. The good thing is that he will get more medical attention in the hospital. The hard thing, for me, is that I thought there was a plan of attack to keep Ben from getting so sick this time around, but that never seemed to be put into effect, aside from getting 2 shots a day to boost his white count. I may be wrong--maybe there was no plan.&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;Thank you for your prayers.&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;Jenifer&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://heart.analogcafe.net/2007/06/quick-update.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jenifer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481712130127272032.post-6188945144543335404</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Jun 2007 15:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-13T08:47:01.038-07:00</atom:updated><title>Pain in the Neck</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I learned this week where the "axis" is in my neck. I'm not sure if that is a chiropractor term or what, but I do know that when it goes out, it really hurts. Evidently, stress can bring this outage on. What? Stress in my life? Maybe just a little.....&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;Jenifer&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://heart.analogcafe.net/2007/06/pain-in-neck.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jenifer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>