<?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-28575010</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:25:50.812-08:00</updated><category term='.'/><title type='text'>View From the Eagles Nest</title><subtitle type='html'>Matthew 23;24....Luke 13;34....
The joys and blessings of a fat chick in a skinny world. Faith for the journey, hope for the future, the beauty of nature, wilderness roads, life in general, family, the past and present, from the memory of a country girl stuck in the big city...SEX...now that I have your attention visit my blog...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>540</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-645647185657193525</id><published>2008-10-13T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T12:16:56.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Harvest time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SPOdEtdBrPI/AAAAAAAABBo/SmCKaa2fy_o/s1600-h/P1010030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256717894317878514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SPOdEtdBrPI/AAAAAAAABBo/SmCKaa2fy_o/s320/P1010030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;isnt this cute?I took this pic a few years ago.it was a lovely fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the pictures I took will always be the bes ones of fall to date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I been so busy I havent even been able to get my new pic,s in my folder yet so Ill just put a few to give you a taste of fall till I can get the other ones posted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;God bless you all and I will be back soon. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The pumpkin tower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a 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width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-8883917232941392161</id><published>2008-09-09T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T23:47:03.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fall is on the way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SMdajwx5rKI/AAAAAAAABBQ/Vv_0M0WsyI0/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244259861532355746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SMdajwx5rKI/AAAAAAAABBQ/Vv_0M0WsyI0/s320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The days are getting cooler and some of the tree,s are getting touches of color.the small red maples here and there stand out from all the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the nights are almost cold and there is a hint of winter in the air.the cold air from canada comes down and you can smell the freshness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I love fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;these pictures are from a few years back.but they are so pretty I thought you would enjoy them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;alot has gone on around here.and I dont have time tonight to post much.so Ill come back soon and share it with you.but I wanted to put down my idias about who I believe will be president.and why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;In my prayer time I was asking the Lord how to pray about this november and the vote.and this is what he gave me last month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not by gender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not by race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but by heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;John mccain for president.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and when john picked sarah palin I could see why he did.she is a christain and por life and so much more.obama is por choice witch means por murder,and his idia,s about other stuff and the way he reacts to things makes me see he does not speak for me!!!!he may be a family man and a nice person.but he does not vote the way God does there for he is not my idia for the person who should be in the highest office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I said before I believed some day a woman would be in the white house but it would have to be the right one!!!! and as you see it wasnt clinton.there is way too much baggage in her life to be there again.and as for the country we dont need it draged down with even one more year of clintons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;so for me and my house we will vote morals not party.I vote for the unborn and for christain family values.I vote for a person who walked the walk.John Mccain sat in POW camp for a long time and suffered for this country,while being a sign of hope for the men who were there with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;John could have sold out and gone home but he didnt and choose to stay with the men who needed him.every time I see his arms only raised so far I remember his suffering and his love of country.he is a honnorable man.yes he made mistakes and he knows it.he also asked for forgiveness because of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but when it comes to doing the job I know he will not back down.he has suffered and he has proved his worth and his honnor.what has obama done for his country besides talk big and act like he is someone he isnt.as for him being "the one" I say dont use the bible unless your real sure God wants you.and by what I see you do not cut it.so after all the smoke and dust clears in november John Mccain and sarah palin will be in the white house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;John kerry huft and pufted to but he didnt get in the white house eather.the dem,s do not speak for God.they have too much that goes against the grain.and they have lost touch with the christain view.and that is why I will not vote party.my family was dem,s for as far back as I can remember.but when I got saved I looked at the way they did things and I am not a dem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;so for me I vote God, por life, love of country,support our troops,and honnor,and a heart God can use to do his will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and let me add for sarahs daughter.the one among you who have not sinned cast the first stone.God does not look down on girls who keep their baby,s he crys over those who kill them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;no baby is a mistake,the mothers who kill them are the mistake.there is and always has been forgiveness in Gods house.you see sarahs little baby?she could have aborted that baby but she had the little one.more power to her she is a lady and I believe Gods choise.this country needs a sarah palin and a John Mccain.comon people in a place where they can do the most good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;president Bush did not drag this country down.he did his job and now he is leaving office.yes he made mistakes.why cause he believed his addvicers.is it his fault no.the war is because we had three planes filled with crazy,s that hit the pentigon and the twin tower,s and went down in a feild( flight 93) because some of our comon people in the face of death chose to give their lives for God country and family to stop another senceless attack.those high jakers got on the wronge plan that day.they didnt know the Lords angels where there and a small band of people would defeat satans kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;some day the world will know that there is a God and he is only waiting for the right time to call his kids home.and all the people who have bad mouthed his kids will be looking to heaven knowing darn well they been left behind.some chuches are saying there is no rapture or catching away of Gods people.its just not ture.Jesus told us that he went to perpair a place for us,and in his fathers house are many mantions,and that where he is we would be also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;He told us to comfort each other in first and secound thessalonians 4;13-18 . 2 thess,2;1-17.      1 corinthian,s15;51-58.but the whole 1 cor 15;1-58 is good to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;well this is my best to help you see the truth.dont mess with your soul find the truth so your ready.I believe like God does,He says in his word, "I would that none would be lost, but that all would come to the saving knowledge of Jesus christ.or knowing that Jesus is the way the truth and the life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;God bless you all and Ill be around to comment on your blogs when I get more time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Leann.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28575010-8883917232941392161?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/8883917232941392161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=8883917232941392161' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/8883917232941392161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/8883917232941392161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2008/09/fall-is-on-way.html' title='fall is on the way.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SMdajwx5rKI/AAAAAAAABBQ/Vv_0M0WsyI0/s72-c/collage2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-5535260778515138868</id><published>2008-07-24T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:12:40.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a jewel that flys.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SIkbrlgKgMI/AAAAAAAABAw/BnItAB3ufPo/s1600-h/2342874920084428741dXAfVm_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226739278155514050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SIkbrlgKgMI/AAAAAAAABAw/BnItAB3ufPo/s320/2342874920084428741dXAfVm_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I love the hummers.they come to Anna,s feeders.they bless her so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I been busy this summer.visiting the grandkids and enjoying the weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;TJ had his party for graduation.Anna and her hubby worked to get it all ready.they worked on the house and the yard.all was lovely.alot came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;my step mom brought her potatoes salad.I beans,Lucy made a salad.there was ham sandwichs with cheese,chips,and a yummy cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;the weather held off till time to eat and we got a call that a tornado was spotted and everyone came in the house.the sky was black and the wind came up.but we just got nice down pore of much needed rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Then this tuesday Anna ,me,and helen my step mom and her sister geana got together for a veranikey party.its a UKrainian dumpling.the step mom made the dough and we each made fillings.I made crabmeat onion,s and cream cheese,Anna made parm cheese and cottage cheese and potaoes and dill.step mom and geana wild cherrys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;let me tell you those cherry ones were the cat,s meow with sweet cherry surp over them.yummy yum yum..we had a great time.they are sweet girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I had a problem thow, I was not handling the heat so well.Anna,s air was on the frits.so it was warm.so I couldnt teast the sfuff till I was able to go in the living room after I stuffed my dumplings.I did try the cherry ones and half hour later was on the run to the ladys room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;lets just say nothing stayed in long.I had the back door troots.and again when I tryed later the same thing happen.so I didnt eat anything for a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;well this will be short on this blog.go to my other one for the up date on the summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;clic on my profile and clic on willow in the mist.thanks for stopping.&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/28575010-5535260778515138868?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/5535260778515138868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=5535260778515138868' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/5535260778515138868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/5535260778515138868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2008/07/jewel-that-flys.html' title='a jewel that flys.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SIkbrlgKgMI/AAAAAAAABAw/BnItAB3ufPo/s72-c/2342874920084428741dXAfVm_ph.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-3667350448233205978</id><published>2008-05-27T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:12:41.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God bless the troops in every war.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SDxF_vMrdGI/AAAAAAAABAY/JSsX1UJpqAg/s1600-h/ACHR1008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205112230637171810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SDxF_vMrdGI/AAAAAAAABAY/JSsX1UJpqAg/s320/ACHR1008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;They stood for freedom and answered the call.they were young and they stood tall.they had to do what was asked.their memories have not pasted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;God bless out troops.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pray for our men and women in harms way.so they my live...keep their familys in your prayers as well..pray that the job gets done soon so they can all come home.pray that freedom for all man kind is done on earth as it is in heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I placed a longer post on "willow in the mist " my other blog.click on my profile at the top and it will take you to it scroll down and click on willow in the mist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&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/28575010-3667350448233205978?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SDxF_vMrdGI/AAAAAAAABAY/JSsX1UJpqAg/s72-c/ACHR1008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-3813608164962107499</id><published>2008-04-23T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:12:41.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>trip to the mississppi with the family.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SA9raSM4tKI/AAAAAAAAA_s/6pler0OtYTI/s1600-h/P1010013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192486994688128162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SA9raSM4tKI/AAAAAAAAA_s/6pler0OtYTI/s320/P1010013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The egrets were back and the day was lovely.I had stayed at Anna,s for a few days,had planned on only over night but the boys wouldnt let me go home again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;so we desided to go for a ride on sunday.we took a drive down by the mississippi.the swans were what we were looking for but they were long gone already.but the Egrets were there to bless us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;we took the van and Eric drove,as we rode along we seen eagles and their nests in the tree,s.we stopped at a cheese house and I got some cheese curds to eat on the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SA9rayM4tLI/AAAAAAAAA_0/qJRTSnYZo9Y/s1600-h/P1010006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192487003278062770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SA9rayM4tLI/AAAAAAAAA_0/qJRTSnYZo9Y/s320/P1010006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;We stopped to watch the Egrets in the swamp.Jake used the teliscop to find the ones way out in the swamp then he called me over to see them.they are so pretty and white.in the picture you can see how big they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;we were going to go up to the bluff to over look the town and the river.but we saw the house boat rental and stopped there first.Anna and Eric went in one and talked to the owner.we were going to go down the river on one this year but its too much to do this year.so we just day dreamed.the ride home was peaceful.both the boy caffen was worn off so it was guiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;we just were in our own thoughts.we went to drop off TJ so he and his friend could go fishing and Jake said he wanted me to stay one more nigh so he could stay with him while his mom and Dad cleaned the eye clinic.Anna has a cleaning business.and Eric helps her so she can get done sooner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;so they drove home and dropped Jake ,I,and little teddy the dog off at home.Jake diid his school work and I fell asleep in the chair.those long drives wear me out.but it was a wonderful day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;we watched movies that night till boys had to go to sleep for school.then we all went to bed.it had been a long day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Anna and I were talking the next day and we were trying to figure what to do for a vaction for us all.we needed to pool our money cause alone none of us could go.so I was racking my brain thinking about where we could go.then I thought about a place hubby and I had gone few years back.and I told her about it.I told her to look it up on the computer.she punched it in and soon I remembered the name of the cabin.it was called Rocky Shores.but I called a place called scotts cabins.he told me rocky shores was no longer open.but he said hehad a  log cabin to rent.so we asked about it.he asked us when we were thinking about coming?Anna just throw out a date.he said gee that is the only time its open in that month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;so then Anna said hope Eric call,s cause we will have to see if he wants to go there.Eric had his hopes up on the house boat.but when Anna and I figured it out the money would not be there.so as soon as Anna had said wish Eric would call.he called about 5 minutes later.I said this must be he Lord cause its all fitting together.at frist Eric wasnt too up on it cause he wanted to take his boat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;so I said Anna just let the Lord work it out.if this is the place it will still be open when we call back after Eric desides.if not then the Lord has better.so we just prayed and waited.monday I went home and just today Eric desided to take that one.well the place was still open and they set it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;we go in june for sunday to wed.its up in michigin by silver city.porkipine mountain is only a little way down the road from our cabin.its a log cabin with 300 feet of shore line all to us.a place to have camp fire by the beach at night.a deck to set on and a fireplace made of river stone.all we were looking for in one place and the price is right.so the Lord has to work te rest out so the money is all there at the right time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;there are light houses for me to see and a fort for the boys to explore.and they have waterfalls for the kids to go see.and some I can see cause they are easy to get to.I said Id stay with little teddy the dog whn they had to go hiking.so it works for us all.I enjoy sitting at the cabin and reading or writing in my journal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;the guys want to go fishing so Anna and I can visit while they fish.any way I cant wait to go.it will be nice to travel again.the Lord is making a way so I can go for a trip way off and dont have to go alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ill be sure to take some pictures so you can see the place.and the high lights of our trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I have to go for today cause I been gone and need to get some stuff done.so you all have a wonderful week.enjoy the weather and stop to smell the flowers.look for the little things God is sending your way to bless you.those things are free and worth their wieght in gold.dont stumble throught your day with our eyes down cast look for his blessings and you will see them.a bird who sings out your window to bless you.a cardinal that flashs his lovely red body in a tree near you.a good buy at the store on just what you need.a friend stopping by who you havent seen for a while and having time to just visit.someone telling you how they value and love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;God does good for us every day.dont miss his blessings just cause the devil throws a few things at you to mess up your day.God has good for you not bad..remember that and you will look for the good,and brush off the bad.God loves you and he blesses us cause he loves to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;but if your exspecting only bad that is all you will see.believe me I speak from experance.I looked for only the bad cause it seemed it was all that came my way.till one day I said Iam sick of seeing only bad.Lord show me the blessing your sending my way.and my eyes were open to the things he sent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;God bless you all have a wonderful week.count your blessings at night and you will see how much better you sleep.&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/28575010-3813608164962107499?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/3813608164962107499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=3813608164962107499' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/3813608164962107499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/3813608164962107499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2008/04/trip-to-mississppi-with-family.html' title='trip to the mississppi with the family.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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park.and for a long time a cardinal sat on the big maple tree and chirped his little song.guess his is looking for a mate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;the men are working in the park yet.they seem to be putting in some pipes for something.there already is water in the park so I am not sure what they are doing.it could be to house electic lines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;they have christmas lights up for christmas and maybe that is what they are doing.some times people steal the lights off the tree,s.so maybe its a way to stop it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;the air smells fresh this morning almost like it rained some place close.I would love to hear some thunder and see some flashes of lighting.I see the storms move in from the west and its so cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;A few weeks ago it was snowing and you could hear thunder and see lighting flashing.we call it thunder snow around here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;when I was a kid on the farm I loved days like this.Id go for a walk to the little lake or to the creek.the wild life would be busy making nests or singing in the bushes trying to draw a mat.I would be careful not to scare them off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;the robins were the ones that always hopped around on the ground showing off their bright red big belly,s.and the sand hill cranes would call from the swamp.the frist time I ever heard one it scared me.Id never heard a sound like that around our farm before.and if you ever heard one it sounds wierd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I walked slowly to the place I heard the sound and looked around.soon I saw three big birds fly over me.they were so big I was shocked.when  I finely got home my Dad said they were sand hill,s.and they hadnt been on the farm for a long time.he was shocked to see them back again.he also said dont mess with they when they are nesting.cause they have some pretty big sharp bill,s and they would pock my eyes out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;now I dont know if its true or not cause I never did mess with them to find out.but guess what Dad told me helped a noisy little kids to keep her eyes.I wouldnt have found their nest anyway.cause they nested over across the swamp near the old pine Island.and there was no way to get over their cause the road was too wet and the path had long sence filled in with swamp grass and cut weed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I remember the day I was walking down the path past the creek.it ran along the edge of where the old cabin use to be .it was where great grandpa first built when he came to live on the land.there were alder brush ,black willow, oak tree,s and elms along the way.you could hear the ducks splashing and qwacking in the creek.when I got close they flew off scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I sat down by the bank near a old badger hole next to a old oak tree.I lended my back against it.I was in a small dip and around me was grass.so soon I was able to see the ducks come back.they didnt see me behind the grass.but I could see them.I sat and felt good cause I was able to see the ducks and enjoy them.they splashed and played together.there where 4 or 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;then a blue jay flew over and called out when he seen me.he cryed for a few more times to "say stranger in the woods".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;but no one payed any mind to him so he flew off.I desided to move on before my granny would call for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I was just coming to the start of one of the ditches my Dad had dug out with his ditching machine.and a voice said be very quiet and peek through the long grass.so I walked very still to the long grass.and was ever so careful to part the grass.and there in the water no more then 5 or six feet from me was a mother swan and her yearly and the father.they werent scared cause they didnt see me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;they swam around eating bugs and keeping the young one away from the shore.I stood for a long time just watching them.that was the first time I knew God liked to bless little kids.even ones that didnt belong to him yet.cause it would be years later till I asked him to be my savoir and the Lord of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;but the day He showed me the swan,s I knew it was his voise.many other times as a kid He showed me things that blessed me.and one other time He saved me from getting hit by ball lighting.I was walking along near the fence line.to where it met at a corner.the Lord said run and stop away from the fence so I did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; .&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;about 5 feet away from the fence I heard the wire making odd nosies.and looked at the top wire.and along the top a odd looking ball of asid green was dancing along and jumping over the barbs.it came at a high speed and when it came to where I would have been standing it jumped out about 5 feet and dispaired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I stood there wondering what the heck it was.and knowing if I had been standing there I would have been in its path.I found later it was called ball lighting.but I wondered if it had been caused by electec fence on.but I never seen anything like that before of sence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;have any of you have something like that happen to you.or have you heard of ball lighting.if so please tell me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;have a great weekend and God bless you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28575010-1591350955938031116?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/1591350955938031116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=1591350955938031116' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/1591350955938031116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/1591350955938031116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2008/04/spring-rain-brings-flowers.html' title='spring rain brings the flowers.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SAdqe_GNkVI/AAAAAAAAA-c/QmwM9vg2yBQ/s72-c/violeta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-5099489041623326206</id><published>2008-04-16T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:12:42.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this speaks for its self.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SAZAe_GNkUI/AAAAAAAAA-U/SqMpmJ4wfY8/s1600-h/!cid_007f01c868ad$60eaa340$6401a8c0@edithp43200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189906521668817218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SAZAe_GNkUI/AAAAAAAAA-U/SqMpmJ4wfY8/s320/%2521cid_007f01c868ad%252460eaa340%25246401a8c0%2540edithp43200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hilbilly;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;yikes a nightmare in the making...&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/28575010-5099489041623326206?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/5099489041623326206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=5099489041623326206' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/5099489041623326206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/5099489041623326206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-speaks-for-its-self.html' title='this speaks for its self.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SAZAe_GNkUI/AAAAAAAAA-U/SqMpmJ4wfY8/s72-c/%2521cid_007f01c868ad%252460eaa340%25246401a8c0%2540edithp43200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-3095459039764527826</id><published>2008-04-15T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:12:42.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>something to think about.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATZovGNkRI/AAAAAAAAA98/ufL1FB3H1_U/s1600-h/turkeys_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189511964498170130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATZovGNkRI/AAAAAAAAA98/ufL1FB3H1_U/s320/turkeys_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(you cant fly like eagles if you hang with turkeys.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;the turkey is a pretty bird but they can only fly so high.and they cant go where eagles dare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;dont get me wrong I like turkeys I have had a few as friends.one was a tom called goober and he was the nicest bird.loveing and kind.he was my grandsons friend to.TJ was only a little boy and the turkey took TJ under his wing  and would follow the kid every where.if TJ would get too far the turkey would stand in front and not move.guess he knew TJ was little and needed watching.goober loved to be hugged and would get all happy and fluff up with the atention.but goober never flew.he just walked around and strutted his stuff.guess he didnt know he could fly.my step mother raised him form a egg and goober thought he was some thing other then what he was.he was loved and he had a good life.but he didnt become what he was suppose to.and in a way that is sad.&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/28575010-3095459039764527826?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/3095459039764527826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=3095459039764527826' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/3095459039764527826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/3095459039764527826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2008/04/something-to-think-about.html' title='something to think about.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATZovGNkRI/AAAAAAAAA98/ufL1FB3H1_U/s72-c/turkeys_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-4193414142197933758</id><published>2008-04-15T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:12:42.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love thunder storm,s.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATQDfGNkPI/AAAAAAAAA9s/kss-hfDei4M/s1600-h/P1010139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189501428943393010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATQDfGNkPI/AAAAAAAAA9s/kss-hfDei4M/s320/P1010139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;if you look close you will see two birds in the tree.I dont know what they are but it was so neat to see them so close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;this was taken a few years ago at my son in laws home.a storm was coming and the sky was lovely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATPG_GNkOI/AAAAAAAAA9k/Xr-fNP1NrPI/s1600-h/P1010134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189500389561307362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATPG_GNkOI/AAAAAAAAA9k/Xr-fNP1NrPI/s320/P1010134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;this is a picture from the past.the apple trees were in bloom and a Dove and his mate were sitting on the lines.a storm was moving in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I look back now and think of how pretty every thing was that day.and how soon alot would change.nothing seems to stay the same for long.the storm moved in and washed all the dust away.and knocked off some of the apple blossoms and they lay on th grass and sand.the hay field turned greener and the flowers came up.the air smelled clean and sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I love spring time storms they sweep in and wash away the winter,and bring in the newness of spring.its spring again in the land.soon the apple trees will bloom and the lilac,s and crab apples will be crowned in glory.and the birds will be nesting in the trees.the sand hill cranes will be back and their calls will fill the early morning and the evenings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;spring is a time of new beginings.and life seems to start fresh. have a great week everyone.and may your spring bloom in your heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/28575010-4193414142197933758?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/4193414142197933758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=4193414142197933758' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/4193414142197933758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/4193414142197933758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-love-thunder-storms.html' title='I love thunder storm,s.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATQDfGNkPI/AAAAAAAAA9s/kss-hfDei4M/s72-c/P1010139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-285860492557014948</id><published>2008-04-07T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:12:42.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a major award for travistee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R_pkVeYosuI/AAAAAAAAA78/Mag8Ec32Jts/s1600-h/itsamajoraward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186568240966972130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R_pkVeYosuI/AAAAAAAAA78/Mag8Ec32Jts/s320/itsamajoraward.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;this onces for you blue eyes.its for going above and beyond.for sharing your life with others.for having to start over in a new world and not changing.for doing the best you can with what you have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hope you enjoy your award.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/28575010-285860492557014948?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/285860492557014948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=285860492557014948' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/285860492557014948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/285860492557014948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2008/04/major-award-for-travistee.html' title='a major award for travistee.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R_pkVeYosuI/AAAAAAAAA78/Mag8Ec32Jts/s72-c/itsamajoraward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-2087124661176007550</id><published>2008-04-02T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:12:43.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this ones for merle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;your great and I value you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R_PB3eYosrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/n-19mQXIqJE/s1600-h/2001_Rose_BAR.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184700754826932914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R_PB3eYosrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/n-19mQXIqJE/s320/2001_Rose_BAR.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;This award is for my friend merle;she has given me a giggle and lifted my spirit many times sence I found her blog.she is a sweet lady and one of my dear blog friends.this ones for your merle.if you go on my sister blog "willow in the mist" you will see what the award mean,s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;love leann.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;there is one under this post for audery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;till I get all the awards out, Ill be putting my other posts on "willow in the mist".click on view my profile,then scroll down to the bottem and then click on willow in the mist.I will be keeping both blog,s.&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/28575010-2087124661176007550?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/2087124661176007550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=2087124661176007550' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/2087124661176007550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/2087124661176007550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-ones-for-merle.html' title='this ones for merle.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R_PB3eYosrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/n-19mQXIqJE/s72-c/2001_Rose_BAR.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-8661146952069635554</id><published>2008-04-01T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:12:43.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>audrey gets the rose award.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;your great and I value you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R_JSQeYosiI/AAAAAAAAA6g/CKfBs2yVBZg/s1600-h/2001_Rose_BAR.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184296564044640802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R_JSQeYosiI/AAAAAAAAA6g/CKfBs2yVBZg/s320/2001_Rose_BAR.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;this rose award goes to another friend of mine dear Audrey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;she also has been a dear blog friend for a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;thank you audrey.enjoy your award.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;love leann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;check out her blog sh has a thought for the day.and she is a girl who loves the Lord to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;today I am putting my post on (willow in the mist) the sister blog to this one.just click on my profile and click on willow in the mist.God bless you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28575010-8661146952069635554?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R_JSQeYosiI/AAAAAAAAA6g/CKfBs2yVBZg/s72-c/2001_Rose_BAR.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-7774679932174160641</id><published>2008-03-27T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:12:43.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a rose award for nice people.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;your great and I value you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R-vSk-YosgI/AAAAAAAAA5s/C47MoeiH1ew/s1600-h/2001_Rose_BAR.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182467328883339778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R-vSk-YosgI/AAAAAAAAA5s/C47MoeiH1ew/s320/2001_Rose_BAR.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This award is for mountain mama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;she has a nice blog and I like to see all her lovely pictures of her garden and flowers and family.check out her blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hope you enjoy your award.&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/28575010-7774679932174160641?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/7774679932174160641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=7774679932174160641' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/7774679932174160641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/7774679932174160641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2008/03/award-for-friend.html' title='a rose award for nice people.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R-vSk-YosgI/AAAAAAAAA5s/C47MoeiH1ew/s72-c/2001_Rose_BAR.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-9185827377775259689</id><published>2008-03-27T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:12:43.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a day full of blessings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R-vFXOYosfI/AAAAAAAAA5k/xEwgtKJ3o_o/s1600-h/angel015.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182452799008977394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R-vFXOYosfI/AAAAAAAAA5k/xEwgtKJ3o_o/s320/angel015.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Easter with the kids was very  nice.Lucy and the girls came to.they surprised us.Lucy got Anna and I lovely highdranga,s.mine is blue and Anna,s is pink.Thanks Lucy I love it your so sweet to think of us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I will plant mine at Anna,s cause I have no place here to do it.I took pictures of the girls but didnt have time to put them on.Ill do it when I get more time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;we watched Jakes play on the camera cause it snowed and I had to stay home.so didnt get to go to his play.but they taped it for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I was so proud of him cause he did a very good job.and its funny but the kid just looked alot like Jesus.he had to stand at the end and not move when he was hanging on the cross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;he didnt move at all cause I watched him.and if you know Jake that was very hard for him.he is a kid that is always on the move.but he did a very good job.I also think Jesus was proud of him to.the play covered all most the whole last few days of Jesus life.the last supper the garden the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;trial and his death.only wish they had also did his raising from the dead.but they faded out to black with him hanging on the cross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and alot of people still think that was the end of the story.that he is dead.but then came easter sunday morning and the stone was rolled away.and the king of glory walked out of that tomb.and victory for all man kind was won.he lives, he didnt just fade away like the devil thought by killing him.no Jesus even out witted the enemy there.by killing Jesus the debt was payed for us all in full.because he lives so will we.because he payed the price we are free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the day together was nice.Anna made a ham and corn ,mashed spud,s and a to die for banana nut cake with cream cheese frosting Yummmmmy...Lucy had fresh strawberrys to eat.they were good.we watched movies and talked.it was a nice time all day.Lucy and the girls had to go back the next day.so I stayed over to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the snow storm had dumped about 3 or more inches of snow.we had almost been clear of snow and the grass was peeking out here and there.but when I drove home the snow covered everything.it was pretty but when spring is on your mind and heart.snow just dont cut it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the last few days I been working on my cleaning.I just seem to go from one thing to the other.not gettig much done.so I keep plugging away at it.I need to start pitching stuff.I have to go through the closets and get rid of the things I dont use.I am from a long line of packrats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;my granny and family lived through hard times and she taught me how to pintch a penny till it screamed and how to save what ya mit need later.so I save stuff I should just trash.and now that I plan on staying single.I can get rid of stuff .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;so if I am not on much for a while you know I am still digging my way out of junk.I watched  a show about a woman who had so much trash in her house her family didnt have room to live. now my place isnt like that.but it made me see I need to get rid of some stuff to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;so its spring and good time to spring house clean.as long as Iam getting rid of the past I may just as well do it right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;well hope you all had a wonderful Easter and had time to be with familys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;God bless you all.have a great weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28575010-9185827377775259689?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/9185827377775259689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=9185827377775259689' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/9185827377775259689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/9185827377775259689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-full-of-blessings.html' title='a day full of blessings.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R-vFXOYosfI/AAAAAAAAA5k/xEwgtKJ3o_o/s72-c/angel015.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-3785377664902325618</id><published>2008-03-19T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:12:44.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a trip to see the family for easter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R-FjPuYoscI/AAAAAAAAA5M/9WUGrVXE0SM/s1600-h/2001_Rose_BAR.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179530168253329858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R-FjPuYoscI/AAAAAAAAA5M/9WUGrVXE0SM/s320/2001_Rose_BAR.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;This award is for deborah wilson..it tells on my blog "willow in the mist." what its for.hope you enjoy your award deborah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ill be with my Anna and her family for easter.Ill be going out early friday.Jake is playing the part of Jesus for their easter service,he is the tallest kids in his class and has curly sandy brown hair they said he looks more like Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; so I will go out and stay over night so I can see him in his play.He has been going to do the play after school so they are ready when its time to do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;we will be together and have our easter meal sat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;with every one working at diffrent &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R-Fb-gOiZNI/AAAAAAAAA5E/PCSeesRsVoo/s1600-h/Wswart45-BaldEagleFlying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179522175813706962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R-Fb-gOiZNI/AAAAAAAAA5E/PCSeesRsVoo/s320/Wswart45-BaldEagleFlying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;times its hard to get everyone together at one time.so we do what we can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;so have a great week and a wonderful easter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;God bless you all.&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/28575010-3785377664902325618?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/3785377664902325618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=3785377664902325618' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/3785377664902325618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/3785377664902325618'/><link rel='alternate' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R961nQOiZII/AAAAAAAAA4I/ooTG6SKvZzA/s1600-h/rose04.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178776307498116226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R961nQOiZII/AAAAAAAAA4I/ooTG6SKvZzA/s320/rose04.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R961SAOiZHI/AAAAAAAAA4A/jH-PPeaaGRY/s1600-h/Jesus2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178775942425896050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R961SAOiZHI/AAAAAAAAA4A/jH-PPeaaGRY/s320/Jesus2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Happy Easter, for Jesus is alive.Easter isnt cute little bunnies.its the day life over took death,freedom defeated sin,hope over took dispair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and the angles in heaven shouted for joy and shook the rafters of heaven. their king was coming home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;the devil ran for cover but could not find it,and ended with his neck under Jesus feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;the name Jesus is above all names.so names like sickness,disease,pain,sorrow, every name must bow to the name of Jesus and call Him Lord.when Jesus said it is finished He didnt mean His life.he ment everything His father told Him to do was done.the price was payed and the redeener had come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;now all we his followers need to do is reinforce His Victory.and if we believe its ture we can do it with his name and the power of the blood he shed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;when he had risen and over 500 saw him alive.he rose into heaven and layed his spotless work on the mercy seat.then he turned right around and came back here and handed the keys of the kingdom of God to his believers.He said I hand the keys of the kingdom to you.inforce my Victory.heal the sick raise the dead,desipple all the nations of the world in my name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;the keys are the name of Jesus ,his work on the cross,his shed blood and our faith in him.and our part of having recieved him as savoir and the Lord of our life.the Holy Spirit gives us the new birth and our prayer langage at the time we are reborn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;so yes Easter is an important time of year.its the day we were able to regain eden and once again walk and talk to God in the garden in the cool of the day, if we would only believe in Gods plan and who He sent to carry it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shout for joy for our king has raisn and he lives forever more.God made a promise and He keeps them we are free for evermore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no devil can harm us no weapon of his will prosper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for we belong to Jesus and are safe with in His hands.we stand upon His work and know that he is real.we can not denie him, cause we feel him in our heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Happy Easter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;tell all that Jesus is alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;have a wonderful easter with your familys.God bless you all.if you havent made Jesus your savior please do so.you will never regret it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And happy St Patty,s Day to all .the top of the mornin to ya.and God bless ya.may the joy of the Lord be yer strength .and may yer heart be full of love.and yer home be full of blessings till they tumble out the door to others.so you can bless somemore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/28575010-7945698228393746228?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/7945698228393746228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=7945698228393746228' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/7945698228393746228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/7945698228393746228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easterhe-is-raisn.html' title='Happy easter.He is risen'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R961nQOiZII/AAAAAAAAA4I/ooTG6SKvZzA/s72-c/rose04.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-7682483872853981901</id><published>2008-03-16T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:12:44.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>awards for friends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R94OMwOiZDI/AAAAAAAAA3U/7OEs193g5CI/s1600-h/2001_Rose_BAR.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178592233789744178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R94OMwOiZDI/AAAAAAAAA3U/7OEs193g5CI/s320/2001_Rose_BAR.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;on my other blog called willows in the mist I have this award for my blog friends.in the next few days I will be giving them away.so when you see your name on my blog then come get your award on the side bar on willow in the mist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;today it goes to Renie Burghardt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;thanks renie for telling me how to do my awards on the new blog.&lt;/span&gt;&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/28575010-7682483872853981901?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/7682483872853981901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=7682483872853981901' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/7682483872853981901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/7682483872853981901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2008/03/awards-for-friends.html' title='awards for friends.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R94OMwOiZDI/AAAAAAAAA3U/7OEs193g5CI/s72-c/2001_Rose_BAR.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-4997031879621218</id><published>2008-03-16T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:12:44.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a sign in the sky to remind us of a promise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R91SSQOiY2I/AAAAAAAAA1E/UDnFzPY4RdQ/s1600-h/P1010109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178385620093002594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R91SSQOiY2I/AAAAAAAAA1E/UDnFzPY4RdQ/s320/P1010109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;( I will never disstroy the whole world again with another flood.I will give you this sign to remind you of this promise)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and every time you see this sign you also know there is a God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I dont know about you but I love rainbow,s.I love the color and the way they look after a storm.this picture is from a few years ago.we were coming back from visiting mom at the hospital.we all were feeling a little low cause she wasnt doing so well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and we came around a corner and here was this lovely rain bow.the colors were so lovely and every thing looked perfect. it was almost as if the Lord was saying every thing will be ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I worked on my story most of the evening yesterday. and as I did I desided I am going to cut back on blogging some.I have some blogs I love to read they are up lifting and so lovely.and they make me feel happy when I read them.so those I will still be visiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;but there are a few that have been hard to read and hard to know how to deal with.these people believe in sex before marriage and I dont want to get roped into that mind set again,(I was there done that and learned my leason) ,or are into things Iam not, and believe in things I know are not true, and others are just too indepth for me on things I have no interest in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;some have too much stress and its because of choices they make. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I have been able to find some very nice blog friends.and they are like hidden treasure when you come across their blog.they share things to help others and care for every one it seems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;but the others are hidden heart aches waiting to happen.so last night I prayed about it and went down the line with the Lord and deleted the ones cold turkey.I just have to stop.its not easy when you get to know some one and care what happens to them.but some times its best to just keep away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I was talking to someone the other day and asked them how people can be so blind and not see their own mistakes. she said "well then they would have to face up to it and do something about it".and its true you can tell someone what the problem is but if they dont see it ,its a waste of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I know I make mistakes every dang day.I say things and do things that I know I shouldnt.and then I say Lord see!!!!I aint cut out for this.you need to get someone who is!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I wish I could just be like some people and just over look every thing.but then I am not like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;a while ago I had a friend who was having some problem,s.she was so low I was afraid she may do something dumb.I tryed in every way to help as best I could.but she never took any of my addvice.so one day when she was complaining and saying she didnt understand why God was doing this to her and her family.I said he isnt, its your choices that are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;she got real mad at me and wouldnt talk to be for a while.so I just let it go.her other friend was always telling her it wasnt her fault she was having all these problems.and so my friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;stuck to the simpathy voice.and those who would pat her on the back and say your doing good.your so smart and so strong and bah bah.and it was a lie of corse.but it feeds a ego and if ya dont want to change, lies are what you want to hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;well thats ok if ya are in fect doing good.but if your not who do you want to hear the truth or a lie, or keep on making the same mistakes over and over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;me I want to hear the truth and deal with it.when I was at Anna,s we were talking and watched a movie.and there was something said on it.and when we were talking about things Anna said "mom that movie had some thing kinded wise.and she said the guy said some people dont think they deserve love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and you were married to men who where in love with other things instead of you. one was in love with beer.one his ex wife.and the last one with himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;thats why this time with the Lord and Anna helped me to see my choices in men was my problem ( I am going to change).and my choice in some blogs.just like its best to get free from hubby its also best to go cold turkey from some blogs.(I could of gotten mad at Anna but what she said made sence.and because I know she loves me she wants to help.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;thats why if I dont show up on some blogs they will know why from this post.I desided the less stress I have the better.no one needs to watch someone else self destruck before their eyes.and once some one said."your not to blame for the pain of someone who doesnt take the addivce you give them".and its true.you can try to help and try to help, and if they dont liston then your not to blame for when they fall on their face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;that is my biggest fault I am a fixer.I try to fix things that are broken or messed up.but when I cant I feel so worthless.but I need to understand some people or things cant or dont want to be fixed.so that is something I need to pray about.to help the ones who do want help and to let the rest make their own mistakes and learn the hard way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I was on a blog with a 20 something girl about a year ago.she was a lovely and smart caring person.she was having alot of problems with her boyfriend and her family.she would say how hurt she was by the way he treated her.and he was a drunk to boot.her family wasnt very supportive and acted like she was dumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I talked to her for a while and told her she was young and lovely and deserved better then the guy she was with.I told her how hard it had been for me when I had married a drunk.how it had hurt not only me but my children and my whole family.I told her that this guy sounded word for word just like the man Id married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I said please dont make the same mistakes I made.I said you can do better.she listoned at frist then she got mad at me because she said" this guy was nothing like the guy I married," and she was mad cause of my faith. and because I didnt liston to her sad story of how bad she felt cause of how this person treated her over and over.and she told me not to come on her blog.so I said ok have a good life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;well one day I was going down my list and saw her blog was still on my list.so I went over to see if she was ok and doing better.and praise God she was in a new town miles from home,and the drunk was gone.she had a great job and she was doing good.I felt proud of her cause this girl had the guts to change a mistake in to a new life.she changed and she desided she wanted better.thanks Lord for giving her a new start and a new begining now please help her find a man who will love her the way you do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I am not perfect and I know at times I come off like a know it all or what ever.someone said that to me a while back "you act like a know it all." I felt bad about it for a while and went to the Lord.I said Lord if its true that I come off like that then I am going to just keep still.you have given me alot of things that helped me and I like to be able to help others.but if that is all they think then Iam failing you and myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;the Lord said if you dont share what I have showed you to help you,then what kind of a person or friend are you?I said Lord they dont want to hear it.he said the one who told you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"you come off as a know it all" is a person who wanted to be like you because of the relationship you have with me.he has enveyed your walk with me for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I said Lord it doesnt make it any easyer to hear.you know my heart Lord and that I want to help.but Iam not good at it.the Lord said I didnt say I wanted perfection I wanted willingness.I am able to use even your mistakes to help others.cause people themselves make all kinds of mistakes.so keep sharing and caring and Ill send the ones who want to hear.and if they dont then we move on to those who do.he said I give every one their own free will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;what they want I let them have.if they dont want what I have done for them I will not force them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;so Iam moving on from some of the blogs.doesnt meen I dont care or wish the best for those people I do.it just meens its time to move on.I tryed to help but I know I can only tell how the Lord helped me.and I aint very good at it, but I do my best.the Lord knows my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; and thats all that matters to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;have you seen that in the last few years there has been a haterd for the Lord and christans.I find it on the blogs and some web sites.(yes some christians give me a pain in the drain to.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;but I mean these people are just full of hate and evil.it is hard to see people hate a loving God so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;one blog screamed "there is no God or Jesus".and I thought how sad this person is all alone in more ways then one.and he or she will never know the love that God has for them.its so sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I couldnt make it a day with out him and his love.I am so thankful that when two christians came up to me and said "you need Jesus in your life". I was smart enough to liston and do some thing about it.( I remember when I read this in the bible "the fool says in his heart there is no God.")and I thought aint that the truth! I knew what a fool Id been before I met Jesus.so I knew full well just what it met. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;well this is hard to do but its some thing I need to do.I will pray for the others but like the Lord has to do some times, you need to let people have what they want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;the man who is the father to my girls is still a drunk.he still has a family but his wife lives in her own place and he lives in his.the kids are shy and with drawn and scared.just like my girls had become while we were with him.I am glad I moved on for my kids sake.they deserved better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I told him once when I saw him "God gave you a new chance,dont blow it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;If I have come off as anything other then some one who cares.then for give me its not my intention to look like a know it all or what ever.I know I by the world standerds am not real smart.schooling was not my strong point. so my spelling and some of my writing is not up to all the high IQ people out there.and some people have a problem with people who arent as smart as they are.just like some people who dont like people of color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;but I care about people and want to help.if I saw I was doing no good at all Id stop this blog and do some thing else.but for some reason the Lord aint done with the blog.so till he is Ill do the best I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;thanks for the blog friends who have stuck with me.and you who believe in prayer and a loving God of mercy,grace,hope and forgiveness and so much more.please pray for me so the Lord can help me be better at this so I aint wasting his time and mine.or anyone elses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and pray for people who are headed for hell and suffering and dont believe it or see it.only God can reach them before they slip into forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;also please pray for a family I know they have to make a choice soon and it will change things for them and their kids forever.also for my cousin mike who is a paster and is very sick with the flew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;God bless you all and have a great day and new week to come.sorry so long but havent learned how to shorten my writing. &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/28575010-4997031879621218?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/4997031879621218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=4997031879621218' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/4997031879621218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/4997031879621218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2008/03/sign-in-sky-to-remind-us-of-promise.html' title='a sign in the sky to remind us of a promise.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R91SSQOiY2I/AAAAAAAAA1E/UDnFzPY4RdQ/s72-c/P1010109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-1972205272432667261</id><published>2008-03-15T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:12:45.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another day in Gods creation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R9wBswOiY1I/AAAAAAAAA08/z92MfUhqoRk/s1600-h/P1010067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178015539940975442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R9wBswOiY1I/AAAAAAAAA08/z92MfUhqoRk/s320/P1010067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;this is the view from the eagles nest.this is the view I see every morning and every evening.God placed me here and its a blessing.I may not have a big place as apartments go this one isnt all that big,but what it lacks in space it makes up for in view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;its my billion dollor view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;this is a picture I call glory rays.it was one of those days when you just know God is calling to the world and saying,LOOK UP ITS ME.I AM HERE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I do love you ,see this is how I speak when you cant hear me any other way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;GOD THANK YOU FOR ALL THE BEAUTY YOU SENT MY WAY TO REACH ME.and forgive me when I didnt know it was you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R9wASAOiY0I/AAAAAAAAA00/yZGqDcafqvk/s1600-h/P1010018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178013980867846978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R9wASAOiY0I/AAAAAAAAA00/yZGqDcafqvk/s320/P1010018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R9v95QOiYzI/AAAAAAAAA0s/S1PFDHRbx5Y/s1600-h/heartrose.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178011356642829106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R9v95QOiYzI/AAAAAAAAA0s/S1PFDHRbx5Y/s320/heartrose.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;This day is the day the Lord has made and I intend to rejoice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;in it and be glad.as I sat looking for things to write today.I looked out the window and high over town were three eagles circaling on the up drafts and rejoicing in the beauty of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I watched them for a while till they moved out of my view.and I longed to be one of them for just a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;what wonderful things Id see with their eyes.what wonderful places I could go to with their wings.what wonders they see and do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;the places they build their nests are high above the earth.they can see for miles and enjoy a view some of us will never see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;but then I looked out the window and knew God had put me in this 7th floor apartment with a eagles eye view to bless not only me but others.so from time to time Ill share a picture or a story of how the Lord blesses me here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;today is lovely and mild,with little wispy white clouds here and there.and the birds are out and flying here and there passed my window.last evening just before dark I looked out and saw a white dove almost hanging in mid air.he was just sitting in one place with his wings working the air so he could stay there.if he had not done it Id never have seen him.and just as I looked and seen him he flew off across town and then came back by and did it one more time.it was as if he was saying look at me God sent me to bless you, so heads up girl and be blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;it was so cool.I wonder where a white dove comes from.we dont have any in our state that are in the area.so I wonder where he was from.we have morning doves and pigens but no white doves.this little guy was all white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I know on the the islands there is a dove that is so white and lovely.but none here.if anyone knows of another dove that lives in the midwest please tell me.I looked in my field gide bird book but couldnt find any.so if you can help Id be so thankful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;well its time for me to close for today.and I wish you a wonderful weekend and a great new week.God bless you and keep you safe in the palm of his hand.and bless you with the beauty of his creation every where you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28575010-1972205272432667261?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/1972205272432667261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=1972205272432667261' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/1972205272432667261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/1972205272432667261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2008/03/another-day-in-gods-creation.html' title='another day in Gods creation.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R9wBswOiY1I/AAAAAAAAA08/z92MfUhqoRk/s72-c/P1010067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-4309554320944766403</id><published>2008-03-14T17:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:12:45.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you Renie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R9segQOiYyI/AAAAAAAAA0k/ko_02q26Y9Q/s1600-h/young+at+heart+award.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177765736053105442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R9segQOiYyI/AAAAAAAAA0k/ko_02q26Y9Q/s320/young%2Bat%2Bheart%2Baward.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My dear friend Renie Burghardt gave me this award a long time ago.but I just was able to go and get it.thank you Renie you are so sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I wish I knew how to put it on with all the other ones people have given me but I dont know how.maybe some day Ill have a grandchild who does.I get so stressed out when this darn thing goes on the fritz I just say Lord eather fix it or Ill teach it to fly.soon its working again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;this is a pretty award thank you again.Renie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28575010-4309554320944766403?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/4309554320944766403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=4309554320944766403' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/4309554320944766403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/4309554320944766403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2008/03/thank-you-renie.html' title='thank you Renie'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R9segQOiYyI/AAAAAAAAA0k/ko_02q26Y9Q/s72-c/young%2Bat%2Bheart%2Baward.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-8851892127654912082</id><published>2008-03-13T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:12:45.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R9mRSAOiYxI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/iIEjeDjEEUA/s1600-h/Jesus+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177328985123742482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R9mRSAOiYxI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/iIEjeDjEEUA/s320/Jesus%252B1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I been to the mountain to be with the Lord.I needed to get away and pray and work things out.but you cant live up on the mountain tops forever.cause its in the valleys you become closer with the Lord.the mountain is lovely and the view maybe breath taking.but as lovely as it is you cant grow there.you may be able to see for miles but you cant stay there forever.the valley is where the friut grows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R9l7QgOiYuI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DRuleIO-ucs/s1600-h/bunnies.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177304770098127586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R9l7QgOiYuI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DRuleIO-ucs/s320/bunnies.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;arent these little guys cute?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R9l5jAOiYtI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Fsu6rK--Rkw/s1600-h/2001_Rose_BAR.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177302888902451922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R9l5jAOiYtI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Fsu6rK--Rkw/s320/2001_Rose_BAR.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry its been so long.but I been busy and just didnt get the time to post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;this has been a long dry time for me.just could not get in the grove and write.seemed like I had nothing to give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;felt empty as a kemps chocolate milk when you suck every drop from the bottle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;it wasnt that I didnt do anything or have fun.or even have things to put on in picture form cause I do.I just couldnt bring my self to post.I didnt feel in side I had any thing to say that would be of any help to any of you.and I hate to just spout useless words.so I would look at the computer and say Lord I have nothing to help them with.and Id feel so empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;one day I said Lord if you dont help me Ill just stop altogether.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and as I spent time with him I begain to heal.this winter has been a time of rest for me.a time of sheding the old and the past and starting fresh.a time of renewing my spirit and refreshing my emotions.a time of thought and a time of letting go of what needs to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have told you about the two letters the hubby wrote that I didnt answer.just thought it was best to stop and hope he got the hint and moved on.but it didnt work.he sent a letter at valentines.it was a nice letter.but it had the sound of "I know you still care but you need to have me only as a friend."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;well Iam not waiting around for him.and he needed to know that.I wrote and told him as nicely as I could.that it was a blessing when he left and I had already moved on and he needed to also.he asked if we could still be friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;well it would have been nice if he had been one.but he wasnt.every time I needed him he was never there.and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;when we were married it was worse.so how on earth did he honestly believe we could be anything after this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;so I just told him I was getting the papers and for him to forget he ever knew me.he is the kind who doesnt miss anyone.so it will be easy for him.when I sat down to write the letter it was hard to know how to put it so he would understand.so I asked the Lord to help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and it flowed out easyly.and as I sent it I felt free.the bond that had held me to him was gone and I was free.I wish him well and hope he finds what he is looking for.but hope he stays single till he is able to love someone more then himself.cause onless he learns&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;to love someone more then himself he will never be able to meet anyone elses needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I could have told him all the reasons why we ended as we did but he would never understand or take any of the blame.and I could have gotting mad and told him off so he knew full well why things didnt work.but whats the use?its all water under a bridge that isnt even there anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;so its just best to do it this way and move on.I told him "we had what we had,and we lost what we lost."its all there was to say.do I feel sad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;maybe alittle for the people who had something good and let it slip .but it would never have worked cause he was too in love with himself to ever love anyone else with his whole heart.if anyone asked him for the same thing they were giving he ran.cause he was the one who needed all the attention.his needs were more important then anyone elses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;some times if you love you have to let go.if it belongs to you it comes back.if it doesnt it never belonged to you.its never wrong to love.but it is wrong to love when your not loved back."you need to have love to".you need your needs met to.life is far too short to stay with someone who doesnt meet your needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I found out something this dry spell.I fall in love with people who do not love me the way I love them.I for some reason dont feel I deserve love.now I dont know why that is.but it must be true.cause every man I have been with, loved something else more then me.first hubby loved the beer more then me.number two loved his ex more then me.and three loved himself more then me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;well you know I have been thinking and the truth is I am worth more then that.I to deserve to be loved.and I have made up my mind to stop looking to men to feel loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I know who can meet all my needs and love me like I should be loved,its Jesus.and he is healing me one step at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;when he said to let the past go and move on with him so I could live.I said Lord I thought I had!!!He said know you only moved on.but you need to see the reason why you are where you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and now I see,I looked for treasure in the wrong place.if you want love that will last you need to go to the love that is able to.that is the love of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I dont need to be with a man,cause I know I can make it on my own.having a man was only a heart ache and sorrow for me.but now I can live and be who God intended.I no longer need to be worryed about pleasing a man who didnt care anyway.or meeting someone elses needs who didnt care about mine.life is too short.(enough of that now. but needed to fill you in so you knew where I been and where I got out of.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I was out to see Anna and the guys.I went out for the day and ended staying over night.jake and TJ said your not going home!!!!I said guys I aint got a nighty or clean clothes to where!!!they said who cares we aint going to see ya sleep in the raw!!!!and we will be gone tomorow so we wont smell ya!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I said" ish" you guys I cant sleep in the nude!!!!and I dont want to stink.they said their mom was the one who would have to put up with it so they didnt care.and every one laughed as Anna said ewww and giggled.I tryed to go out but Jake was sitting in a chair by the door.so I was stuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I am glad they love me yet.a 18 year old grand son who still loves to be with his old Na Na is a treasure.and my 12 year old Jakerbe still loves me to.yes I have good men who love me.they see the good in me.and know I love them.I think my son in law in his own way loves me to.he just likes to pick on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;thank God for Anna she is my best friend.we went to goodwill and ran around town the two days I was there.I dont know what Id do with out the kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;some people could care less about family.they invest all their time in out side people.and pay little attention to their family.and then when the family is gone they cry like they cared.no they cry cause they missed out in people who really loved them.my family who love me are my reason for living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;we still have snow here but the grass is showing here and there.the spring pictures I put out on last post, were to help all you snow bond people to hang on spring is just around the corner.we have sun today and its mild.but we may get a cold snape again so I was out to enjoy the 40,s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;we are on the last leg of winter.it will be gone soon.and the call the dove will be heard in the meadows and along the water ways. the warm sun will melt all the ice and snow.and the birds will build nests and raise familys.the leaves will soon come out and we will see a whole new begining.the long snow covered days and nights will only be a memorie.so enjoy this time of rest and a slower time.soon the spring will spend us all up again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;God bless you all and thank you for sticking with me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;even when I wasnt able to be here.I will try to comment again soon.I know Iam way behind on reading your blogs.but let me say you have all been in my prayers.have a great weekend and a even better new week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;thanks for reading and God bless you.&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/28575010-8851892127654912082?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/8851892127654912082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=8851892127654912082' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-2814014785300710973</id><published>2008-03-13T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T11:12:56.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:1244/81a4df055cb86e710d4733c56b23a39f/image439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://localhost:1244/81a4df055cb86e710d4733c56b23a39f/image439.jpg?size=320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:1244/81a4df055cb86e710d4733c56b23a39f/image1485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://localhost:1244/81a4df055cb86e710d4733c56b23a39f/image1485.jpg?size=320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a 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all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R6j_WFOHvHI/AAAAAAAAAyg/9gplicKgexM/s1600-h/rose05.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R6j_WFOHvHI/AAAAAAAAAyg/9gplicKgexM/s320/rose05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28575010-5806506300588829590?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/5806506300588829590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=5806506300588829590' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/5806506300588829590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/5806506300588829590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2008/02/with-my-love-to-all.html' title='with my love to all.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R6j_WFOHvHI/AAAAAAAAAyg/9gplicKgexM/s72-c/rose05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-6432770361151088807</id><published>2008-02-05T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:12:47.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R6jtBFOHvGI/AAAAAAAAAyY/O_mgIyzCveI/s1600-h/P1010022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R6jtBFOHvGI/AAAAAAAAAyY/O_mgIyzCveI/s320/P1010022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I want you to know God sent you a Valentine, his name is Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;he loves you so much he came to pay the price to get you back in right standing with God.he longs to be close to you and his love is so strong it helped him indor the cross and die.&lt;br /&gt;he looked down through time and seen you.and he made a place for you in time.his love never fails nore does it grow cold with time.he will love you when your old and gray just as much as he does today.&lt;br /&gt;he will  look at you always with love in his eyes.he will be yours forever.he will never run when the going gets hard.he is not the leaving kind,and you are always on his mind.&lt;br /&gt;your name is written on the palm of his hand.and he numbered each of your hairs,even the ones that fall out.&lt;br /&gt;he see,s only the good in you and he washs away the bad and forgives it and remembers it no more.when he lets you know he is around your heart sings.there is no better Valentine then Jesus.he has held my heart for 38 years and I love him more each day.&lt;br /&gt;some times it may seem he is not around when life gets hard and the every dayness gets to you.but he is closer still.&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you there is no better friend then him.he is my Valentine forever more.my heart is safe with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Valentines day to you all.God bless and keep you and help you to feel his love so fully this year that you can also say Jesus is the best friend you have.&lt;br /&gt;if no one gets you flowers or something nice for Valentines.then go to the store and pick out flowers or something that touches your heart.and when you look at it know it came form the Lord.your never alone cause he loves you.&lt;br /&gt;I cant count the times he has heard my silent pain when I was alone and I had no one to give me flowers or a card to say I love you.Jesus would say get flowers and when Id get home he would say these are from me.I cryed so hard the time he did it.it was shortly after hubby left me.and Jesus knew I needed a love that would never leave me.and he became my love,the one who never leaves.Oh the joy to have a friend who is all when you have needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;thank you all for your words of love.I just cant seem to get back on the blog wagen.so please forgive me.I will comment again when I can.just know your all in my thoughts and prayers.your loved and a blessing to me.God keep you in his love and hand till we can talk again.&lt;br /&gt;the Lord has been healing me.I been learning how close to the broken hearted he is.he see,s the heart that is heavey with the cares of the world.and he heals and helps you to see the need to let the past go.he points out where the pain came from ,and he touches your heart with his gentalness and the pain leaves.&lt;br /&gt;my step mom is doing better after Dads passing.she called me to tell me her kindnys are doing better.they had been at 22% and have come up to 32%.so good are they doing that they are taking the shunt out of her arm.this is a miracle.they had said her indneys were giving out.well we prayed and God heard our prayer.my friend Doris had the same thing happen.her kindneys had been so bad and we prayed and hers got healed to, and they had to take the shunt out of her arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jesus I ask for all the people who are having kindney problems to be healed according to your word in Isaiah 53 that says by your stripes we were healed.and where it says you are the God who heals us.and you are no respecter of people so if you do it for one you do it for all.I come against dout and &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;unbelief.and I speak healing from the crown of their heads to the souls of their feet to the tips of their fingers in Jesus name I pray.I thank you Lord for what you are about to do for them all.amen and amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Love and my warmest wishes for all my bloging friends I miss you, but your never far from my thoughts or my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leann&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28575010-6432770361151088807?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/6432770361151088807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=6432770361151088807' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/6432770361151088807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/6432770361151088807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentines Day.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R6jtBFOHvGI/AAAAAAAAAyY/O_mgIyzCveI/s72-c/P1010022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-2743931018792279228</id><published>2008-01-23T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:12:47.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Lords comfort,and a new day is coming.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R5fkKFOHvFI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/gBK6tf-BVIk/s1600-h/P1010003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R5fkKFOHvFI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/gBK6tf-BVIk/s320/P1010003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Iam ok and will be back soon.Just havent felt like jumping into it so soon.&lt;br /&gt;thank all of you for your words of comfort and you prayers.&lt;br /&gt;every thing went well and we could feel the peace of our Lord Jesus holding us.&lt;br /&gt;my father is safe with the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;I told the kids if I were to guess what he was doing Id say Dad was in heaven,s work shop doing what he did best&lt;br /&gt;INVENTING...&lt;br /&gt;and the Lord being a carpender most likely he was right there showing Dad all the tools heaven has.&lt;br /&gt;that in its self will take him years to check out.&lt;br /&gt;and if the Lord has a metels shop that will take a few more years.so Father will be busy making up for the time he was held back.&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to see what touches Dad puts on my home there.&lt;br /&gt;the thing Jesus told me to whisper in my step mom,s ear was "you are not alone."&lt;br /&gt;and she knew it was the Lord who said it to her.&lt;br /&gt;she said she would remember it as she made her way with out Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad made mistakes in his life,but he made one of the wisest choices.&lt;br /&gt;he recieved Jesus to be his savior.and that is what got him safely home.&lt;br /&gt;be ready cause none of us know when we leave.so it payes to be ready.&lt;br /&gt;heaven is only a prayer away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Jesus I need you as my savior,I have made dumb mistakes in my life trying to do things on my own.I have sinned and done things Iam ashamed of.please forgive me and help me to live for you.come into my heart and be my savior and the Lord of my life.so when I leave here I come home to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;I believe you are the son of God,I believe you died for me.I surrender all to you.&lt;br /&gt;thank you Jesus for forgiving me now and for making me your own.Iam now a child of God,old things are passed away and all things are new.Iam a new person and able to talk to my Father God and to you Jesus,and when I leave here I will live with you forever.amen and amen.&lt;br /&gt;If you said that prayer welcome to the family,all of heaven just sang for joy at a sinner who came home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if your already saved then pray someone else will use this prayer to be ready for heaven.and thank Jesus for your ticket to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;God bless who ever reads this post.and lead them all to the truth of the gospel of Jesus christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for stopping.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28575010-2743931018792279228?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/2743931018792279228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=2743931018792279228' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/2743931018792279228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/2743931018792279228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2008/01/lords-comfortand-new-day-is-coming.html' title='the Lords comfort,and a new day is coming.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R5fkKFOHvFI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/gBK6tf-BVIk/s72-c/P1010003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-5449807594727131584</id><published>2008-01-11T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:12:47.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my father passed away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R4fRteq8XLI/AAAAAAAAAyA/0mmNfbciqXw/s1600-h/scan0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R4fRteq8XLI/AAAAAAAAAyA/0mmNfbciqXw/s320/scan0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sometime in the night my father left this earth to be with Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;he had been in the nursing home for a few days while my step mom and my brother and his wife and kids were able to go have christmas&lt;br /&gt;with her fokes.&lt;br /&gt;Dad was suppose to come home yesturday.but he was having breathing problems.my step mom said they needed to take him to the hospital.some time in the night he passed away in the hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R4fRtuq8XMI/AAAAAAAAAyI/A-8uoybfvpE/s1600-h/scan0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R4fRtuq8XMI/AAAAAAAAAyI/A-8uoybfvpE/s320/scan0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;my half brother called me this morning to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;Dad had been going down hill slowly.he was getting skinnyer and more restless.&lt;br /&gt;being a man who was use to being able to go out and work in his shop. or just go for a walk to feel the breeze on his face.Dad was no longer able to do so.his days were spent watching TV in his bed.cause he wasnt able to set long in his chair.he had been sad he was no longer able to do his inventing or shop work.&lt;br /&gt;and the last time we talked face to face he said he missed being able to see the V,s of geese fly over.or hear them in the field by the house.he told of times when he would shoot one and have granny cook it.my father was a blessed man.&lt;br /&gt;he was given many talents from the Lord.and he lived in a wonderful place.he was able to live on the farm his whole life.a place where he ran and played as a boy in the feilds and meadows.along the creek and in the swamp.&lt;br /&gt;he was a farmers son and the faimly lived off the land and what they raised on the farm.&lt;br /&gt;the farm was a place where a kid could be one.there was never a dull moment for a kid.wild life was every where.and you always had things to do.climb tree,s in the jungle tail,swim in the creek.play in the hay mow.&lt;br /&gt;the farm was a place others loved to come.there was something about the place that draw people to it.my great grandpa saw it and fell in love with it and moved his family there from out east.&lt;br /&gt;I know Dad was glad to be born there and able to live his whole life in one place.&lt;br /&gt;He is going to be missed by us all.it will be hard on Helen and the family cause they were with him all the time.so please keep them in your prayers.helen had said to me she didnt like to think when Dad left, cause she would be alone when my brother and his wife moved into their new home.I told her she was never alone she had Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;I will try to keep up my blog and fill you in on the news around here but I am not sure if it will be as offen as it use to be.&lt;br /&gt;I am ok so dont worry for me.I am standing on the fact that one day all my loved ones will be together in heaven where no one or nothing can ever part us again.&lt;br /&gt;I still believe this year is a good one.I still have hope and faith for a future of good.Iam stronger for going through last year.I have a new saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I can make it through 2007, I can make it all the way to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I will close for now and Ill post when I can.if I dont for a while you will understand.thanks for being my friends and for being with me in these times.God bless you all.&lt;br /&gt;Leann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: 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type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-father-passed-away.html' title='my father passed away.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R4fRteq8XLI/AAAAAAAAAyA/0mmNfbciqXw/s72-c/scan0014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-8436521577400879565</id><published>2008-01-10T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:12:47.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>peaceful winter night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the snow is falling out side my window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R4b0qeq8XKI/AAAAAAAAAx4/0cqSAkOCxK4/s1600-h/177072472RSgBZw_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154075834196974754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R4b0qeq8XKI/AAAAAAAAAx4/0cqSAkOCxK4/s320/177072472RSgBZw_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R4b0W-q8XJI/AAAAAAAAAxw/yVU5ezGqGbE/s1600-h/52457566mEHNfv_th.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;christian music plays sloftly in the back round.a feeling of peace and hope hangs like a warm fluffy blanket over my soul and heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the season is for all of us to feel the peace and love God sent us in his son.and this year is starting out so much better then 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;all I can say and be truthful,is 2007 sucked big time.there was more pain and sorrow,and sadness,and heart break for 20 years,in one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have never been so glad to see a year go and die as the year 2007.but as I sit here I think of it as a year of victory as well.cause I grew stronger in my faith,and was able to move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;not every thing is good for you.there are times when things seem as if they will never look good again.like you should give up and give in.but Iam here to tell you "dont".cause God loves you and He will take all the bad from 2007 and turn it to good on your behalf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and if you were blessed this year and nothing bad happened then give God the praise He deserves.and be thankful you sailed through 2007 with calm skys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I hear hope in the voices of the prophets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and pasters.but I also hear it in my spirit.this is a new year and its a new begining.we have a fresh start and a new year.God is faithful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I look back on the year and I do not know how I ever made.then I think,"I know how!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;it was Jesus...if not for him Id never have made it to this point.He carryed me some times,he took my hand and lead me,he did what ever I needed to make it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;at times when my faith was so low it was almost gone.he spoke softly to my heart and helped me go on a few more minutes or days till I could feel strong again.my most comforting times were when I could forget my mess and pray for others.it seemed to lift me when I prayed for the needs of those I ran across who needed prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;tonight on TBN.kim clement was speaking.and I had just turned on the TV channel.it was as if I needed to be at that place at that time.cause what he said was just what I needed to hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;He said that God gives you a promise and you wait on him to recieve it.but for some reason something happens and it seems like it wont come to pass.but its not cause God doesnt intend to bring it to pass.its cause maybe someone who was close to you betrayed you or didnt obey.or did their own will instead of Gods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and when he said it,it freed me.cause I knew it was just for me.alot of stuff was confusing this year.and one was the mess with hubby.and I had a very hard time understanding why all of it happened.but as Kim spoke I knew why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;someone can love a person with all their heart and treat them as if they are a treasure and valued.but you can still lose that person if they dont feel the same.you can try to build a life with them,and long to have it turn out wonderful.but some times it doesnt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and you cant stop dead in your tracks and give up.you have to look at the truth and pick your self up and let God dust you off,and move on.God will turn what the devil ment for bad,to good...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;God has a plan for me and He will bring it to pass.He promised me things long before hubby came along.and I know He will bring them to pass with out hubby being here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I would rather eat bread and water with someone who loves me,then to eat a feast with someone who doesnt.Id rather share my life with someone who values and cares for me.then with someone who wants to be the center of attention all the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I dont need a man to be fullfilled or whole.all I need is Jesus.my life is in his hands and I know he will help me do what he wants me to do.if its alone with only him then its fine by me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2008 is a fresh start for me.and I feel I have come a long way.and the time is here to fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;some times I see some birds trying to get off the ground.geese are funny to watch.they run a little ways and flap their wings.then they flap till they get air born.and when they do its a joy to be seen.its effertless.they seem to own the sky.but when they take off or land its alittle bumpy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I believe 2007 was my time to learn to get ready for the take off.I may not have had much practis in taking off.so it was a hard time getting air born,I flapped around in alot of stress trying to get air born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but once I let lose and made it the stress was gone.and the sky blongs to me now.will there be times when Iam grounded for a rest?yes even seasoned flyers need to come to rest.but I will learn how to take off and fly effertlessly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;bad things happen to good people,and good things happen to bad people.its how we react to them that counts.I chose to ask Jesus for help.and I know with his help no matter what I will get the victory if I do not give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I lost alot this year,but I gained even more.Iam not the person I was in 2007,with the Lords help Iam stronger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;thanks for reading.God bless you and give you peace.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Leann.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/28575010-8436521577400879565?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/8436521577400879565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=8436521577400879565' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/8436521577400879565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/8436521577400879565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2008/01/peaceful-winter-night.html' title='peaceful winter night.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R4b0qeq8XKI/AAAAAAAAAx4/0cqSAkOCxK4/s72-c/177072472RSgBZw_ph.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-299916792385961473</id><published>2008-01-05T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:12:48.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe in angels.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R3-zruq8XII/AAAAAAAAAxo/ztM5zpIxK5c/s1600-h/52462061ITHlLf_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152034062579031170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R3-zruq8XII/AAAAAAAAAxo/ztM5zpIxK5c/s320/52462061ITHlLf_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I love to see pictures of angels.they are always so pretty.but I havefound something odd about it.the pictures are always of girl angels.and I have never read any thing in the bible of girl angels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have read about micheal the ark angel and other man like angels but never once a girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;once a few years ago I asked the Lord what my angel looked like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I had heard they were big and not little chubby faced naked baby angel,s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;so that night as I lay in bed I looked at the corner of my bedroom cause the Lord said he would show me a glemps of my angel.so I looked at the corner,there was no light on and only the dem light from the street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and there in the corner hunched down on one knee was the most awesome being I ever saw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;he was about 8 or so feet tall cause he had to bend to fit in the space.he had big wings like the one in this picture,but it was a he not a she.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;his face was kind but strong as if he were there to protect me.he had a belt around his waist with some thing in it but Iam not sure if it was a sword or what.he had on sandles that wrap almost to his knee and he had wavey hair that was longesh to his chin.and he didnt scare me.but I felt more comforted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I felt he was someone I could trust,as a friend.and then he was gone as fast as he came.I dont think he left he just wasnt seeable any more.(I think back now and I cant believe I wasnt scared.I just waited and there he was.now as I remembered it I thought Lord I most have been given strength to look.cause now Id be scared.isnt it funny how things happen?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have never been scared any more cause I know he is here guarding me.but dont ask to see him doing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I remember a story I heard about two little boys.dont even know where I saw it or heard it.but its ture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;a little boy and his brother were out side playing when the older boy desided to climb a big tree in their yard.the younger boy told him not to cause their mom had told them not to. but the older boy just did it anyway.as he climbed higher he got to a rotten branch and it broke and he was high in the tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and he fell to the and it knocked the wind out of him,and he lay on the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the little brother ran as fast as he could to get his mom,partly cause his brother fell.but also because of what he had seen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;he ran screaming to his mom.billy fell mommy and an angel got under him to break the fall.the little boy had landed on the back of his angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I remember once a long time ago when Emmy my grandaughter was very young she was just walking.she had followed me out as I was leaving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I didnt know it and when I truned to get something she made me lose my footing.and I did every thing to not land on her .I was able to push her away from me and turn and fall without hurting myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;now I am a big girl and I should have gotten hurt because I fell hard.but the floor felt like a soft feather bed.and I didnt even end with a black and blue mark.and dear little emmy didnt get hurt.only her pride cause she couldnt figure why her Na Na had pushed her away.she cryed and I tryed to explain but a little girl doesnt understand.but i knew our heavenly father had sent a angel to help us both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;God loves us and he pertects those who trust him to do so.I am not sayig nothing happens to us,Iam saying if we trust him he comes when we need him.I didnt have time to do anything but worry for em.and all I could say was Lord help me so I dont hurt em.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and she was fine and I didnt have a pain.God loves us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;well dear friends Iam busy and only have time to post today.Ill be back on when I get something more to share.it maybe a few days so hang in there. just know I love you all and think about how your doing.i been feeling so tired lately.just cant put my figure on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;so please pray for me.I think its cause I get wore out when I go away.or it maybe cause I been feeling blue this year.but I am resting in the Lord and trusting Ill be up and ready for the fight for victory again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((HUGS)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;God bless you all and have a wonderful year.full of God,s blessings.&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/28575010-299916792385961473?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/299916792385961473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=299916792385961473' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/299916792385961473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/299916792385961473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-believe-in-angels.html' title='I believe in angels.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R3-zruq8XII/AAAAAAAAAxo/ztM5zpIxK5c/s72-c/52462061ITHlLf_ph.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-8733893856030470112</id><published>2007-12-29T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:12:48.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>snow falling out my window.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R3bBZ9SdygI/AAAAAAAAAxY/G7Ecv7JudII/s1600-h/snokids.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149515875637643778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R3bBZ9SdygI/AAAAAAAAAxY/G7Ecv7JudII/s320/snokids.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the snow has been falling all day.and its so pretty.wish I had time to import the pictures but I dont.Ill just say Iam home and I had a great time with family once we had a lights out time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;we played games and had a wonderful time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;we were snowed in for an extra day and came home on the 25th from lucys and kruzes.the drive home was pretty.alot of snow and roads werent the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;TJ wanted me to come out for christmas eve so I stayed out there to see them open gifts.TJ wanted me to see what he got his mom.nice wall clock she loved it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ill write more when I can,but just cant get my writing juices going for some reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hope you all had a wonderful time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;we had a blizzerd at kruzes and we all got snowed in.thank God for candles and woodstoves cause the lights went off to.so we had a good old fachioned christmas and I loved it.no noise!!!!only time spent together..wish the lights would go out every time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;God bless everyone,hope you all had a wonderful christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I will be back on soon.take care and have a Happy New Year..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;my love to you all..&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/28575010-8733893856030470112?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/8733893856030470112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=8733893856030470112' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/8733893856030470112'/><link rel='self' 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on earth good will to man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R2LdytSdybI/AAAAAAAAAws/sSM1JRw4mis/s1600-h/ACHR1021.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143917587630770610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R2LdytSdybI/AAAAAAAAAws/sSM1JRw4mis/s320/ACHR1021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Christmas in Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Tis christmas in Heaven what a beautiful sight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It,s my first one here;Everything is all right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The crib is adorned with the brilliance of the star;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;wisemen have come from near and far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I,ve met all our dear ones who preceded us here;'the reunion was lovely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;an event full of cheer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And tonight we,ll all gather,In reverance we,ll kneel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;For the babe in the cradle.Up in Heaven is real!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I think of my family That I left behind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and pray that your Christmas is as blessed as mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Please shed no more tears,For my soul is at rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;just love one another,Live life to its best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yes,it,s Christmas in Heaven,So I,ve heard them say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yet,Christmas in Heaven happens every day. (writer not known)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This was sent to me to comfort me and my family this year.its been the second Christams with out mom.and it will be the first Christmas for others with out their loved ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;its hard to say goodby to those we love,but its much easyer if we know where they are.I know where my mom is and that gives me great comfort.she loved Jesus and had recieved him as her Lord and savior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Christmas is a time for those still here to share the blessed time of the year.peace ,joy and comfort fill us as we draw near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I was trying to think of a christmas that stands out in my mind as the best christmas I ever had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I remember so many wonderful Christmas times with loved ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the year I was still a young child and still believed in santa.I was getting ready for bed.my mother and granny were doing supper dishes and talking about the stuff they had to do for the next day.it was a cold night and the woodstove kept the chill off the floors.the windows were all frosted over .and the yard light made the snow look blue as I looked out the window in the bathroom.the stars were so clear that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;mom said get ready now cause I will take you up stairs.I asked if I could please stay up just alittle longer.but she said it was late and I needed to go to bed so I could get up early,cause tomororw was Christmas morning.the tree lights were so pretty that year,and the living room looked lovely in the glow of the lights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;mom said come now and I headed up the step,s to the little bedroom at the top.it was cuddled under the eve,s of the roof. and my bed was against the south wall.with the head &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;near the east window.mom helped me say my prayers and said now you go to sleep.she tucked me in and said good night.she kissed me and headed down the steps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I lay there for a long time listening to mom and granny talking down stairs.I couldnt hear what they were saying but the sound was soothing,knowing someone was near.I remember hearing the dogs bark.I had almost fallen asleep.and I woke up and listened.no one was talking down stairs.then I heard my Dad come in he was talking to mom or granny in the livingroom.couldnt hear what he was saying all I remember is I tryed real hard to hear without getting out of bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;then I yelled to him and said Dad do you think santa will come soon.he said not if your still awake.I said I was asleep but the dog,s woke me.he said the dog,s heard some thing to the north of the house.he was going to see what it was.he said you go to sleep now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I heard him go out side and yell at the dog,s when they barked again.and then all was still for a long time.the coolness in my room and the blankets tucked up to my ears felt so comfy I cuddled in more.I loved being in that little room.if I moved close to the edge of the bed I could look out the window and see the yard light and the yard around the shed.and just a little of the barn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I couldnt see anyone out there,the shed where Dad worked had the door closed and smoke drifted out the fondery chimmany and currled in the night sky.the barn was dark and not a sound could be heard.then off in the distance a sound caught my ear.it was bells,yes I listened and stranded my ear,s.yes bells.I couldnt hear with the balnkets so close so I pushed them back.and sure enough they were bells I heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I heard granny down stairs say I head some thing.mom said Ill check and she opened the door.the sound of bells was louder.I was quiet and climbed out of bed and got close to the window.I couldnt see anything only the dogs running and all exsited over something.then one barked and ran behind the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;soon my mom came back in and said its bells I hear them off in the north of the yard.I sure hope the little one is asleep if its santa,or he will go right on by.she was standing near the step,s when she said it. I was ever so quiet as I climbed back in bed.then as I lay there wondering if it was santa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I heard my Dad come in and say its funny but I thought I heard bells off in the swamp just a while ago.mom said I stuck my head out and heard them to.he said Ill go check and see if its santa.he headed out the door and soon I heard the bells even louder.and soon a loud sound on the roof by my bedroom.I peeked but didnt see anything.and then I heard a loud sound in the livingroom.like some one bringing some thing big in the house and putting it in the living room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;then all was still for a long time.Mom and Dad came up and went tosleep .the sound of their snoring came drifting in now and then.but I couldnt sleep.I remember I was scared that if santa,s elf was looking Id not get anything cause I was wide awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;so I prayed my prayers and asked Jesus to help me sleep.I lay there and listened to the sounds of a winter house creek and grown and crak in the cold.the fire was burning down in the stove and the chimmeny was cooling down.I cuddled under my blankets more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I wonder what santa would bring me.I was exsited and wish morning would come soon.the last thing I remember was hearing a owl hoot in the tree out side my window,and I was asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I remember having a dream of all kinds of toys and Christmas things Id seen in town and dolls Id like to have.it was a wonderful dream but I cant remember it all.but it was so real and so lovely.I remembered it when I woke the next morning and lay there just enjoying it.everyone was still asleep.so it was earlly.they werent even up to do the milking yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;so I desided I better be still a while longer.then I could smell coffee cooking and the fire being lite.and soon granny yelled and said its time to get up smokie.I ran down and looked for Mom and Dad but they were up and had gotten by me. and I was so sound asleep I hadnt heard them.granny said we had to wait to open gifts tell the others came in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;so I lay on the day bed by the window and looked out side.the sun was bright on the snow and it was sparkeling.the trees had frost on them and as the sun got warmer the frost fell off here and there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the morning was perfect,granny got breakfast ready,and as soon as mom and dad came in we eat.I dont remember what we had all I know is I couldnt wait to get to the gifts.and soon we were done and headed to the livingroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;all I remember is mom opening a big box from santa.it was full of all kinds of paper.and way at the bottem was a box with a ring inside for her.she cryed and hugged dad.later Id find out he had found the dimond in a place he had been digging some where.and he had put it in a setting for mom.she was happy and I could see her eyes sprakle as she looked at it.and at Dad.those were good times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I dont even remember what I got that year for Christmas.all I remember is how Dad had made mom happy.years later I would hear how Dad had stomped in the house and carryed the box in to make mom wonder and make me think it was santa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;he would do it one more year for me,then I would know it was not the real meaning of Christmas.and santa would be just a childhood memorie.those times were wonderful and I like to go back there and remember a easyer more simple time in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;a time before the divorce and having to move away from the only home Id ever known.a time before I found I couldnt trust my father.a time before I would learn nothing stays the same.and a time when granny was still here and life seemed like a fairtail full of love and hopes and dreams and christmas joy.but it was long ago and far way now.but I can go there in my memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I also remember the year I was in first grade,and had to sing in the christmas play.and do a little skit with my cousin shirly.mom made me a cloat for my doll and she wore it on the night of the play.I dont remember what we had to say all I know is we were little and cute and everyone clapped and said nice things about our skit.the little country school was all decked out in christmas far and everyone who could be there was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;we sang Christmas songs and did all the skits.they we asked if we could go to the bathroom.it was cold out and the bathroom was a out door biffy.berrrrr!!!!but when ya got to go you got to go...so shirlyand I headed out the door.as we did we looked up on the roof and there was tracks in the snow like two runners and some deer tracks.we ran back to the school and told our teacher.she ran out and she saw them to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I remember some one saying it looked like santa had been up on the roof.no one knew who had done it.and all wondered and talked about it.I wondered if uncle elden had done it.he was the kind of guy who liked to play tricks and make poeple laugh.so I thought for years it was him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;all I know is that year stands out for me as one of the best Christmas times to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;then the times my kids were little and Christmas time was wonderful.but Ill let Anna if she will write a Christmas she remembers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Merry christmas and happy new year to all.have a wonderful time with those you hold dear.and know your all dear to me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28575010-3533578104903192578?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/3533578104903192578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=3533578104903192578' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/3533578104903192578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/3533578104903192578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2007/12/peace-on-earth-good-will-to-man.html' title='peace on earth good will to man'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R2LdytSdybI/AAAAAAAAAws/sSM1JRw4mis/s72-c/ACHR1021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-1212787560742574651</id><published>2007-12-09T10:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:12:49.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this ones for TJ and Eric</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;click on the picture,and wait..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R1w7R8A-iuI/AAAAAAAAAv0/vNo5qFPs0B0/s1600-h/unshysno.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142050053904304866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R1w7R8A-iuI/AAAAAAAAAv0/vNo5qFPs0B0/s320/unshysno.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28575010-1212787560742574651?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/1212787560742574651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=1212787560742574651' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/1212787560742574651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/1212787560742574651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-ones-for-tj_09.html' title='this ones for TJ and Eric'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R1w7R8A-iuI/AAAAAAAAAv0/vNo5qFPs0B0/s72-c/unshysno.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-7124602624352794227</id><published>2007-12-09T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:12:49.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>little things make me smile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R1w3MsA-itI/AAAAAAAAAvo/GcbuhNwO3Bo/s1600-h/santamouse.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142045565663480530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R1w3MsA-itI/AAAAAAAAAvo/GcbuhNwO3Bo/s320/santamouse.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&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;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;isnt this little guy cute?I just love mice.they are so cute and I like to see them in movies and on TV.mouse hunt was a cute movie.only they didnt have to put the junk in it they did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;well today this will be short.the grandson TJ finds it too hard to read.and I been told no one wants to read long dragged out posts.so Iam cutting it short.my son in law doesnt like to read.and he had taught his boys the same thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;well I find if you dont like to read others long blogs, they soon dont read yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and people have some thing to say.so if its too hard to read my blog TJ its too hard for me to read yours as well.and to my son in law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;where will you be when a important message is left for you at the end of a long written note,and you dont read it cause you hate to read?hope its not from your boss or worse your wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ill do you two a faver boys.when I get my stuff in print Ill not share the wealth of my writing with you.that way you dont have to feel gilty for not reading it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&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/28575010-7124602624352794227?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/7124602624352794227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=7124602624352794227' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/7124602624352794227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/7913300886079227641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/7913300886079227641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2007/12/family.html' title='the family'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R1raK8A-iqI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/4RAHGXGlOvA/s72-c/photo03_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-6491694666845412398</id><published>2007-12-08T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:12:50.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the man of God and his family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;                                                         &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Billy and Ruth Graham..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R1rY6cA-ipI/AAAAAAAAAvI/46sP-i0sjDg/s1600-h/photo02_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141660423061146258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R1rY6cA-ipI/AAAAAAAAAvI/46sP-i0sjDg/s320/photo02_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/28575010-6491694666845412398?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/6491694666845412398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=6491694666845412398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/6491694666845412398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/6491694666845412398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2007/12/man-of-god-and-his-family.html' title='the man of God and his family'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R1rY6cA-ipI/AAAAAAAAAvI/46sP-i0sjDg/s72-c/photo02_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-266449365554145560</id><published>2007-12-08T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:12:50.329-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='.'/><title type='text'>the light of the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R1rLqsA-inI/AAAAAAAAAu4/UjJ-nz5jVcc/s1600-h/biblestr.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141645858827045490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R1rLqsA-inI/AAAAAAAAAu4/UjJ-nz5jVcc/s320/biblestr.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a few years ago I read a story about Billy Graham and his son.they had taken a walk down the country road near their home.this was years back when the boy was very young.as they walked along they talked of things son,s and fathers talk about when they are together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;all at once the boy dropped to his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;nee,s and then to his tummy and said OOO I smashed it Daddy.they are hurt.billy dropped down to look beside his son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;there was a ant hill all smashed and some of the ants were dead and some were carrying the dead away and others were trying to open up the hole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the little boy was so sorry for what he had done.he said Daddy can we help.please can we do some thing to help them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but billy looked at his son and said I am sorry son but we would have to get in a body like theirs and then we would be able to help them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the story was so simple and so clear.God the father looked down from the heavens and saw his children suffering as man kind does on earth ,and he wanted to help.Jesus by his side, said father can I help them.and God said yes you will go in a body like theirs and do what needs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; to be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I love how billy took a simple child like story and explained the way God helped us.he needed to be able to come down here and see how we are and what we go through to be able to help us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;its like a old Indain once said,"you cant judge a man tell you have walked a mile in his mockisens."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;so the mighty God of heaven and earth made himself a body to live in cause God is Spirit,and he came down here to help.I love that story and I love Billy Graham and his faimly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Billy lost his help mate and the family lost their mother.but they know where to find her.dear ruth went home a while back and will be having christmas with Jesus this year.and one day they all will be together again.but for now their work goes on.keep the Billy Graham family in your prayers this year.thank you Billy and Franklin for your lovely giving hearts,for all you have done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.merry christmas and happy new year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&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/28575010-266449365554145560?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/266449365554145560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=266449365554145560' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/266449365554145560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/266449365554145560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2007/12/light-of-world.html' title='the light of the world'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R1rLqsA-inI/AAAAAAAAAu4/UjJ-nz5jVcc/s72-c/biblestr.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-4290137639275672662</id><published>2007-12-06T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:12:50.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O christmas tree O christmas tree how lovely are your branches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R1g0c8A-imI/AAAAAAAAAuw/CpyfYsqF03o/s1600-h/tree01.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140916646394628706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R1g0c8A-imI/AAAAAAAAAuw/CpyfYsqF03o/s320/tree01.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My girls love teddybears.they collect them.and they have some of the sweetest ones.this tree with all its little fuzzy friends under is a post for Lucy,Anna,Em,and sarbear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love you all and cant wait till christmas to be with you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I love this time of year.its the time of year when all things seem posiable.when no prayer is too hard to answer.and no dream is too hard to come true.the time of year when God was the gift giver to show how its done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a baby was born for all man kind and peace on earth was granted to all men.this peace was with God.for he had finely sent the one who was able to pay the price to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;that one night changed every thing.one small child came on the seen and forever would be inportant in this old sin covered world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the child came as a poor child who was forced to be born in a barn and layed with loving care in a manger intended for animals .this was so even a poor man could call on him and be not afriad.he was given gifts of great value so even rich men could call out to him and feel unafraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;this small child who seemed so helpless was God himself wrapped in human form.the loving father come to buy back his lost family in the body of his son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the night must have been proud to have Jesus born.the stars twickled alittle brighter.the wind blew alittle softer,the animals bowed down in worship and awe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;did his mother know who was looking back at her as she tended to his needs?she new he was Gods son, but did she know one day she would have to cry out to him for her own salvation?yes she was blessed to have been given the chance to bar him.but she to needed what he came to give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the story of this night has been told over and over for over 2000 years,but it never loses its wonder or glory.it shines down in time as the greatest christmas there ever could be.as lovely as all the ones that came after are ,they will never out shine the very frist.and I think that is why babys born are blessed alittle more on their frist christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I think about what it was like to have been there to see Jesus as a baby.what a blessing it was to those who had waited years in the temple for the time to come.so they could see with their own eyes the son of God the redemer come to pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;it fills my heart with joy to know who he was and just why he came.for he was fully God and fully man.it could have not been done any other way.only God could live a sinless life to save us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the God of heaven and earth gave up his place in heaven to come here in a babys form to live a life for us that we could not do for our self.and one day he hung on a tree and died to give the blood that would wash us clean.because there is no salvation with out blood to pay the price for sin.Jesus is the lamb of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Do you ever think about how he lived here as he grow.people say all maner of things that are not true about him.there was a movie out just short time ago that said he was married and had kids and all things to belittle what he did.and they were all lies.because the bible said he was not married cause he gave up the right to have a family ,to buy us back.we you see are his family.we are his kids.it says so in the last book of the bible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and the bible is the word of God.yes he inspired &lt;strong&gt;God fearing men to write what he layed on their hearts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;just like he is inspiring me to write this now through his Holy spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I am no great writer.in fact if you were to talk to my teaches in school they would tell when I left I barely could read let alone spell so anyone could understand what I was writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;they would tell you I was a person who they pushed in one door and kicked out the other.my report card was very colorful if you get my drift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;so you see if God had not worked with me for years to be able to use me.you would surely not be reading this now ,nore would there be a blog here called the view from the eagles nest.this is His blog not mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;had he not made a way for me to get the computer there would be no blog.and he helped me learn how to work this thing.he used my grandkids and daughters and son in law to give me the pointers and then I was on my own.and I felt like teaching it to fly out my 7th floor window many times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;so if God can use a dummy like me and get me to where he can speak through then he can surely use anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;it says in his word he uses the foolish, to confound the wise.so does he use men?yes he did it back before he came and he is doing so today.only diffrence is back then the Holy Spirit hovered over them not live in them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;do you remember the word that says "God didnt want to live in tents in the desert,but in the hearts of his people?well that is why he sent Jesus,and Jesus sent back his Holy Spirit when he asended.so he could live in us when we were born again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Christ in you the hope of glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;".he still uses men to day and women who will recieve him and then be willing to hear him and spend time with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;em I special?no Iam just willing to let him work through me.em I some big inportant person?no.Iam just a little house wife,who isnt very smart,or who would not be able to do any thing with out Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;does God work through people today?yes ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;does the devil work through people today?yes.one only has to look around at the evil in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;but one can also see the good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;but it depends on what channels you watch on TV.cause the NBC,S ,and CBS,S,and channels like the so called family channel dont want you to know there is Gods work going on.if you dont believe me take a good look at what is said when 700 club the only christian show on it is ,over.it says "we do not agree with what was said in this show".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;in other words we dont believe in a God who is God of heaven and earth.we only believe in money and big bucks.we are just letting this 700 club on because they owned it frist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sence it was taken over I dont watch it any more.only when 700 club comes on.why you may ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;well cause its gotten as bad as some of the nasty channels.you cant let your kids watch cause they have some pretty risky junk on.so as for calling them self fox family they should be called foxy family channel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;just for the record I liked it much better before fox took it over.if Iam not mistaken ted turner took it over,I rest my case.he was the one who divocred his wife shorty after she got saved when her driver had been telling her about Jesus for two years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I also love the fact this time of year shows who is christian and who is just playing both sides of the fence.like the stores who forbide their workers to say Merry christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;O you want my money this time of year but you dont want to be caught saying merry christmas.well dear christmas and Jesus are the reason for the season.and if he aint in it it aint christmas..so if ya dont want me in your store saying merry christmas then sweetie you can get along just fine with out my bucks to!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;can you believe the stupidity of some people.they cut their own nesks and dont even know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I feel this way."if ya dont like what I believe in fine.dont get invalved.dont put up a tree,dont even put things in your store for gifts.after all God started the gift giving at christmas frist.so you will have to find a diffrent time.and then us people who do believe can have our holiday in peace.and if others are offened by what we believe so what,we let them come here to worship as they feel.so who gives them the right to have a hissy fit when they came to a christian country in the frist place for the freedom we have cause (we are) a christian nation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I dont care if you worship the back side of a bull or UFO,S or little green men ,we all have free will.I will share the truth with you.so you cant say I didnt at judgement day.but if ya want to skiss the back side of a bull or what ever, fine.but I have a right to believe in and worship the one who saved me so I knew it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;now when your bull can do that then and only then would I even pay attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but Ill still believe the truth and stick with Jesus.even if your bull stands on his back feet and sings the battle hem of the repblic in the key of c.and does the moon walk holding a budda,mohammed,the easter bunny and santa..now if your offended by that then you know how I feel when you dis my Jesus!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;christmas is the time my soon coming kind was born and its a wonderful time of year for me.so dont tell me I cant say merry christmas or put a manger seen in my yard.cause them are fighting words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;how do you feel about the stores and people who want to close down Christmas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;or kill the jews or whip them off the face of the earth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;we need to stand up for them and us.cause we have the same God.He picked them frist and grafted us in later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sorry so long but things jsut tee me off when someone trys to stomp on my party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;please leave a comment and let me know how you have seen the christmas killers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the ones who say happy holidays or the winter season.those who want to take christ out of christmas and turn it in to a X "Mess"..cause with out Jesus in the season it is a mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;thanks for reading and God bless you. if you didnt get time to read the story I gave all my blog friends for christmas please check it out.its called "the lamb of God".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28575010-4290137639275672662?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R1g0c8A-imI/AAAAAAAAAuw/CpyfYsqF03o/s72-c/tree01.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-8608558735340925091</id><published>2007-12-05T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:12:51.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tree,s from christmas past/and check out the christmas story below this one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R1dLQcA-ifI/AAAAAAAAAt0/149FhafG1Ik/s1600-h/P1010024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R1dLQcA-ifI/AAAAAAAAAt0/149FhafG1Ik/s320/P1010024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lucys tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R1dLQ8A-igI/AAAAAAAAAt8/xFsYEyxRy_4/s1600-h/P1010015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R1dLQ8A-igI/AAAAAAAAAt8/xFsYEyxRy_4/s320/P1010015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My dear friend Doris made this for my mom and Step Dad one christmas.&lt;br /&gt;all three are sharing christmas in heaven..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R1dLRMA-ihI/AAAAAAAAAuE/JXq2DnziGtk/s1600-h/P1010414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R1dLRMA-ihI/AAAAAAAAAuE/JXq2DnziGtk/s320/P1010414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;this is my mother in laws tree from a few years ago.she didnt put all her lovely oranments on this time.&lt;br /&gt;she has the prettyest ones you ever saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R1dLRcA-iiI/AAAAAAAAAuM/k9Nbsdka-fk/s1600-h/P1010005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R1dLRcA-iiI/AAAAAAAAAuM/k9Nbsdka-fk/s320/P1010005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;this is Anna,s home and her little fireplace,its not real but sure looks like it is.&lt;br /&gt;she picked up a new insert that looks like real flames.if I can Ill take a picture or maybe she will have one on her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the post under this cause the Lord gave me a story to share with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; 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width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-6850779388651521290</id><published>2007-12-05T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:12:51.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>come into my home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R1dQi8A-ijI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Eznh9pr0x7Y/s1600-h/house1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140666060822710834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R1dQi8A-ijI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Eznh9pr0x7Y/s320/house1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;welcome let me make you feel at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R1c-l8A-ibI/AAAAAAAAAtU/zGojKfuBxhY/s1600-h/fplace.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140646321153018290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R1c-l8A-ibI/AAAAAAAAAtU/zGojKfuBxhY/s320/fplace.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sit by the fire and warm your soul.let me tell a story that lets glory unfold.the love of a stranger, a voice of a friend.and story given for a heart to mend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;open your heart and listen real close you may find a answer to the question that bothers you most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;this time of year is so lovely and so dear.it blesses us all and brings us good cheer.we gather together in homes far and near.and chreish our loved ones more closely each year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so sit down and enjoy for a while, a gift that I give you from the heart with a smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;go down to the next post and you will find "the Lamb of God"the story the Lord gave me to write today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&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/28575010-6850779388651521290?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' 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/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL OUR TROOPS AND THEIR FAMILYS...there is a flame in the window for all of you tonight.you are loved and your in your countrys prayers.angels watch over everyone and cover them with peace this christmas and get them home safe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thank you for what your doing..God bless you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R1cJPMA-iXI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Nse84tl43vc/s1600-h/catnmouse.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140587656194722162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R1cJPMA-iXI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Nse84tl43vc/s320/catnmouse.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;isnt this the cutest picture?I love to collect mice,not the real ones the colloctor ones.I have a lot of them.my kids gave me some and I picked them up at diffrent times.they make me smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the lamb of God...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( short story for my blog family for christmas.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;mic stood out side the store,and looked in at all the lovely christmas decore.the tree,s were covered with lovely ornaments and doves and holly.and here and there among the branchs were small real birdnests nesled next to pretty blue birds.the trees were the prettyest ones mic had had seen so far this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;he turned back to skan the side walk but only a few people walked past and none of them were mary.he had missed seeing her for the last few years.they had been friends for way over a life time he guessed.they had known each other all their lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;mic thought of the years as they had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;passed .it seemed mary and he had always been together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;they were infact more like brother and sister then friends.well the best of friends anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;he could look back and see them as far back in time as his memories went.his mom and marys mom were childhood friends to.and their familys had always taken trips and had partys together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and for all of their lives they had lived next door to each other.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;that is till mary had gone to collage and mic had gone to one out west.they had kept in touch all through the years till they both finished their schooling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;but then some thing changed and mic had been busy with his new found love .and mary and he had drifted apart.she had moved to a small town near home and was a lawyor.mic had gone on to be the doctor he had always wanted to be .he had moved to and small town in the mountains..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;his life had meaning and he felt he was doing some thing for man kind.he didnt make the big money he had hope to but he felt it was best to be a healer not a money maker and his people loved him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;but for all the good he was doing ,one night had changed his life.he had a little girl he was treating and he had fallen in love with her as his own child.he was happy to be able to help her get better.but then some thing went very wrong.she had rallyed and gotten better and then went down hill fast and died in his arms.mic was devstated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;he had to go away for a few weeks to get his head back on.he couldnt even face the mother and father.he had come into the room and told them he was so sorry and almost ran from out of the room,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;before they were able to say it wasnt his fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;he left the hospital after telling his staf he wasnt going to be in for a few week,s and to cancel all of his apointments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;he had packed his bags and headed into the mountains to his cabin.it was fall and he knew he could walk the mountain trails and sit in the high meadows and be once again able to see the meaning of why he became a doc in the frist place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;but the frist week there only made him feel more alone then he had ever felt in his life.he wondered around the cabin as if he were a ghost lost in time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;he walked out side now and then and sat on the bench over looking the valley.but most times he didnt even see the beauty all around him,all he saw was the face of little missy..and the smile she had on her face as she passed on.he couldnt see how a child could be so happy and loving when she was so sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;but she had her little lamb, stuffed animal always close to her and she would say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;doctor mic this little lamb reminds me my best friend Jesus is always with me.and she would giggle and smile from ear to ear.her big brown eyes flashing with love and pure joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;just the thought of it now brought tears to his eyes.he couldnt even say any thing to her cause he didnt believe in God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;he had seen so much in collage and been told so much of how the bible couldnt be true cause of this or that.he just had smiled at her.but the night she died he would never forget what she said to him.it was a grown up talk from a very small child.and it had cut him to the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the parents had gone home to get their things to stay with her.and mic had come to say good night to her.hoping beyound hope the next morning would find her better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;he had come in to the room and her face lite up when she seen him.she said doctor mic can you hold me till Mommy and Daddy come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;he had come to the bed and picked her up and sat her on his lap.and as he did she said close to his ear as she lay her head on his sholder.I want you to keep lamb for me so he dont get lonesome.and he will help you to remember Jesus loves you and is with you .and please doctor mic will you talk to him,cause he misses you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and with that she had layed her head down and said tell mommy and Daddy I couldnt wait till they came back.Ill see them later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;he sat there for a while .he held her till the nurse came to check her.as she reached to do so she looked at mic and said O Iam so sorry.mic looked at her as if she was crazy or some thing.then he relized it.missy was gone.the lamb fell from her little arms and hit the floor.and the room and time stopped in mid air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;his chest felt like a vice was crushing him to death.and at that time he wished it did.he sat there unable to speak as the nurse took missy from his arms and said she would tell the family she was gone.he said he would if she would tell him when they came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;he picked up the lamb and put it on the bed.he couldnt keep it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;he walked down the hall to a large broom closet.and went inside and broke down.he had never cryed like this in his life.he felt as if his heart was being ripped from his body and he wish he would die right there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;he sat for a few minutes in the quiet of the dark closet.and then he said.if I didnt believe in you before I sure as hell dont now.how could you take a sweet child like her.she loved you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I will never believe there is a God,not after tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;he stood up and walked to the nurses desk.and she said the family was in the room with missy saying good by.he hated to go in but he after all was her doctor.and he had been the last one to speak with her.so he mustred up the strength he needed and walked in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Patty, missys mom sat with her little girl in her arm,s.and she was praying.mark missys father was crying softly in the chair near by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;mic tryed to speak but tears ran down his face.he told them what had happened and what missy had told them .and he was going to run.but with out a word patty handed lamb to him and said two days ago missy said mom I want doc mic to have my lamby cause he looks lonely,and he needs Jesus love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;with that mic ran out the of room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;now as he sat in the mountains he wondered how a child could know he was the lonelyest man in the world.he had it all,every thing he had wanted but he was still lonely, and didnt know why he was here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;he looked up to see a pair of eagles soring on the up drafts.effertlessly they circaled and dived as if they owned the heavens and they did.he watched as they flew to the rocky crags and what looked like a nest.he wondered if they had young?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;he looked down into the valley and seen homes off in the distance and wondered if happy people with healthy happy children lived there.and he cryed long and hard for the little angel who had tounched his life but would never be able to live her,s. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and again he yelled out in side his hatered for a God who could kill a small child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and as he sat he heard a small quiet voice say."I loved missy to.and I didnt kill her."mic sat straight up right and looked around.then when no one spoke he brushed it off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;he walked to the high pass and along the ridge till he came back to the cabin.he took in some wood for the night and put it in the wood box by the door.and readyed things for a meal of chicken he had picked up before he had come home the day before.he warmed it in the oven.and as he waited for it to be done,he walked out and sat on the screen porch.the wind was sweet with pine sent and fallen leaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;as he sat enjoying or trying to enjoy the evening he said to himself.why would a God if there was one send a child like missy only to take her away so soon.the wind blew in and touched his face and brushed his hair into his eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and he heard the voice say" to reach you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;mic stood to his feet and yelled at no one and said stop this.dont blame me for her death,I did all I was able to save her,where were you!!!!!if your God where the hell were you?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;all became still and he walked in as the buzzer went off on the stove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;he eat his supper and felt alittle uneasy.was he losing his mind hearing voices,no" a voice."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;he was afraid to even think or ask himself questions for fear he would hear it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;he desided to read after supper.but as he tryed he couldnt even remember what he read even thow he had reread it three times.he throw the book across the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;he got up and walked to the window and watched the last rays of the sun go down behind the mountain.and watched the chic a dee,s fly from tree to tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;for days he wondered in the hills and meadows,and walked along the mountain stream.and sat on the ridge.but no answer to the pain made any sence.he desided he would never get close to anyone again he was treating.and that seemed to help ease his heart alittle,well at lest for that minute anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;then he was walking in the north meadow one after noon and had lay down in the grass and watched the sky.he fell asleep and dreamed a lovely dream.he saw this lovely place with grass as green as emerelds, and sky as blue as ever he had seen .the trees were waving and birds were singing and flowers covered the ground.he heard a voice in the distance and turned to see missy.she skipped over to him and said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;doctor mic you neednt feel sorry for me.Iam here with Jesus in this lovely place.I came for the time I was there and did what Jesus told me, and now I am home.and now you need to meet Jesus so when you find it time to leave you can come here to.and she smiled and skipped off with him watching her go.and then he woke up.he could feel this warm feeling of love and of joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;he looked around and saw it had gotten dark.and the wind had picked up and storm clouds were moving in.and off in the distance lighting flashed across the evening sky.he got to his feet and walked in a hurry to get back to the cabin before it rained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the grass was slippery on the path and once or twice he slipped as he hurryed.the rain came in lightly and he had to whip his eyes now and then to see where he was going.he came around a bend in the woods and nearly fell to his death cause he had taken a wrong turn in the dark.he had just managed to catch hold of the big pine as his foot went off the ridge.he pulled himself up and got his footing and walked on.he was shacken and watched where he was going more carefully after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;when he came to the path near the cabin he felt safe again.had that pine tree not been there he would have fallen and no one would have found him for days maybe years.this side of the mountain where he was and the path he had been on was on the wilderness side of the mountain.people who got lost on that side of the mountain uselly sayed lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;he said to himself good thing that old pine was there.and a voice said "thank God it was there."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;but he pertended he didnt hear the voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the days were going fast and he would have to go back to town soon and his job.but he didnt feel any better.even the dream as lovely as it had been didnt answer any of his questions nore heal his lonely heart.as he made his supper he thought to himself about his life.about all the things he had learned in school and collage.things that said there was no God.only some fairy tail for weaklings to cling to cause they werent strong enough to handle the real world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;he had met christains in collage and they had tryed to tell him why they believed what they did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;but he had been polight and walked away saying he was too busy to talk now.and it had worked.he thought they were nice enough people,but he wasnt interested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;a friend of his mom had also tryed to speak to the family but his mom had said she didnt want to talk about it.that had been years ago and the lady had passed away a few years later.he had liked her cause she would always talk to him and give him candy when he came into her store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;as mic eat the burger he fryed.he sat on the chair near the window and watched the lighting.he didnt know why he felt so lost when he had every thing.he thought maybe he should get married.maybe he would feel more fullfilled with a wife.but his friends were married and they felt nearly as lonely as he did but wouldnt addmit it to anyone but him.O they loved their wives and familys but they said some thing was missing and they didnt know what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;none of them were believers eather so mic didnt feel bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;but he knew missys family and they were christains and far from being weaklings.he had watched them face this sorrow with strength and hope,even when their little one died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;he couldnt figure how anyone could trust a God who would let their daughter die.he would never understand!!!he finished his meal and washed the dishes.and then he picked up alittle.man he was getting to be a pig.he hadnt really done anything for days but walk and eat and sleep.so the cabin looked like some lazy person lived there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;he changed the sheets on the bed and swept the floor and picked up the coffee cups he had left where he layed them.soon all was clean and in its place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and by then it was near midnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;he crawled into the clean sheets and fell into a deep sleep.he saw himself walking in a high meadow by a spring feed stream.he watched the water rushing down the rock covered stream bed.he sat and watched it for a while .all at once he saw a man looking at him from across the stream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;he thought he should know the man.the more he looked at the man the more he could see the love in the mans eyes.and the more uneasy he becamse.he didnt know this man and here he was all alone.why was this man staring at him.then the man spoke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"mic you need to deside before you leave this mountain".and as soon as he said it he was gone.and the dream faded to a restless sleep,so restless mic woke with sweat running down his face.some one or some thing had chased him into a dark cave.and he had woke up from fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;he looked at the clock and it was nearly 3;00am.he sat up and desided to go to the bathroom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;he came back and got some water.and stood by the window but it was too dark to see anything but the pine branch close to the window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;he lay down and tryed to go to sleep again.and as he did he seen some thing sticking out of his bag.he had forgotten he had put lamb in it before he left the hospital,and completly forgot to take him out.he reached over and pulled the cute little guy out into the light.he could see why missy had loved him so.his face was fuzzy and he had a smile as big and as happy as any one he had seen.his little eyes were blue and he had a ribbon of blue around his neck.a little flower covered the not on the ribbon.and he was soft and cuddly.a little tag said my name is lambkin and I belong to missy and she belongs to Jesus ,dec 2 the day she was born again.missys mother had written it there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;mic looked at the lamb and he felt loss creep into his heart again.he was going to through the lamb when he felt some thing in its back.he turned it over and found a small zipper on his back.he unzipped it and a little book fell out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;mic picked the book off the floor and looked at it.the pictures on the out side were child like but it was a small bible with missys name on it.he opened it up and inside in missys mothers hand was written.missy ann .her frist christmas from mommy and Daddy.then under it a picture of missy as a tiny baby.and under the picture, was written( give to doc mic if some thing happens to me.missy.)signed in a childs hand writing.dated only a few days before her death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;mic cryed tears that ran down his face and dripped on to his bare chest.he just let them fall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;he lay there for a long time with the bible layed across his chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;then he opened it and saw the words "you must be born again or you can not enter the kingdom of God".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;mic didnt know what it ment.so he opened to another page "seek yee frist the kingdom of God and all his rightousness and all these things shell be added unto you".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;he had all the things he needed so this didnt make sence to him eather.so he truned to another page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"believe in the name of the Lord Jesus christ, and you shell be saved and your house hold".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;well this is what he needed.his family wasnt saved none of them believed in anything but money and hard work,and helping others.they were good people, they just werent the God kind of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;but he knew there was some thing to God.there was some reason why missy was sent to talk to him.and he had loved her ,and he knew she had loved him.cause she had given him the thing she loved most to keep him comforted if some thing happened to her.and as she had said to let him know Jesus loved him and missed him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;mic looked around as if to see if anyone was looking.then he giggled to himself who would be looking no one was here and no one but the wild life knew where he was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;he got on his knee,s and prayed,Jesus missy loved you.and I dont even know if your real or not but I know darn well I aint happy.and my life its not all I thought it was cracked up to be.I have every thing but still feel empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;if you are real can you please show me so I can believe.forgive me for the years I sent running away from you.for not hearing those you sent across my path to tell me about you.please save me Jesus so when I leave I will be able to see missy and thank her for lamb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;mic lay his head on the bed and waited.no load sound of angels singing althow they did in heaven for it says all heaven rejoyces at the salvation of each sinner.no emotion flooded his soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;just a peace he could not explain washed over him like a lovely warm ocean wave.he knew there was a God,and he knew that he knew that he knew he was saved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;he cryed and he thanked God for sending missy,and for all the others who had tryed.he told God how lonely he had been and how he couldnt figure why when he was doing his best it never seemed good enough no matter how hard he tryed.there was always some thing missing.he lay talking to God.and woke still on the floor with his head on the bed and sitting on the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;he streched and looked around.every thing looked new,and he felt bran new.he got up and took a shower and eat breakfast.and took his coffee to the screen porch.the birds were singing and the colored leaves were falling in a shower of sun light.as he sat there he wanted to share his new found love to mary.he would call her when he got home.he loved mary in a way he had never loved another woman.but he didnt understand why.maybe he would one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;he looked up from his thoughts of only a few weeks before and saw mary coming down the street.big smile on her face.as she linked her arm through his, she said have I got something to share with you.and he said "me to..."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All rights reserved to the auther and blog owner.copy/ right .dec 5th 2007.no part of this can be used or printed.Leann viewfromtheeaglesnest..&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/28575010-8326482684890462341?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' 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style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;the little woodlen fokes will be running for cover tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I love so much to see them in the wild.they bless me so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;thank God for the things he made to bless us.for the snow and the season to be thankful,and for the gift he sent this season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JESUS....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R1WtycA-iVI/AAAAAAAAAsk/D7gzREOgD2Y/s1600-h/catwindow.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140205631738644818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R1WtycA-iVI/AAAAAAAAAsk/D7gzREOgD2Y/s320/catwindow.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;this part of the post is for all my little grandkids and grandkittys for the love they have given me.and how they bless me when I visit them at their homes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and today looks just like it does through that window.its snowing,the big fluffy snow flakes are flooting softly down.I can hardly see the park across the road let alone the hills to the west.its so pretty Id like to be out in it taking pictures,but know its best to just enjoy it from afar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I had intended to go and visit Anna just to get out for the day.but when I checked the weather channel I desided another day would do.we may get another 1 to 5 inches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;so its best to stay in and keep warm.its cold today to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I took some pictures of it out my window,but will wait till I get more before I post them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;these little pictures are on a free blog for christmas pictures.I will share them now and then with you.all I did was go in sreach and type in free christmas pictures and found many of them.then put them on my favorites and into my picture holder.works good.now if I could figure out the rest of this computer Id be doing good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;                                                    -------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;  from here on I was getting out the last of the past and putting to rest the things needed to be..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;last night I was up till nearly 3;00am.I was thinking about the relationship with hubby when it was still good and we still had a closeness,before he flipped out.I was able to look back and not feel a deep pain in my heart.I am healing.thank you Lord...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;we could talk and share and be close to each other.we would go for rides out in the country and look for the blessings the Lord would send our way.I miss those times.I loved him with all my heart and felt blessed to have someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I valued him and treated him with respect.I knew he had done some wierd things when he was younger and before we got together, as man and wife.and I had forgiven him,cause I knew God did.things were good for that time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;we traveled alot and saw alot of this country together.and it was nice to be driving with someone you could say honey look at that .and we would share the joy of it together.we would stop along the way and Id let him go check out the places I couldnt walk to.and if they were not too far Id go to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;we would go and visit his family 3 hours from where we lived.and it was always so nice to see his Mom and Dad.she always made us feel like she was so glad we were there.there was a peace and comfort we all felt,like God was blessing us and giving us time with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I remember the walks we took with mom in her lovely garden.the birds singing and making nests here and there in the spring.the flowers so beautiful and the smells so heavenly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the mist on a early morning walk, hovered so lovely over the garden and the sun kissed it so softly and made it even more pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I remember the time we took her picture sitting on a planter.it was so pretty she made prints of it.hubby took the picture,.he did a good job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the other kids would come and visit and Id get to see the little ones and hold the baby,s.it was a blessing.we would visit with the grandma,s and go to their homes.we would go places with mom and she took us out to eat once or so.it was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;we would go to the lake near his home where his mom and Dad would sit when they were courting.and where Dad asked her to marry him.it was a lovely place.we would sit on the bench and look out over the water and see the blue herrons fly over,and the gulls.we would watch the fish jump off shore.the breeze was always cool there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but like all good things some thing went wrong,very wrong.and if I were able to put a finger on it I dont think I am able.cause to be honest I dont know what caused it all to be ripped out of our hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I know some of it was hubby resented my closeness with the Lord.at frist he enveyed it.but then he acted as if unless he could be top dog and the one with all the attention it was not to his liking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;he became wierd and did odd things I didnt understand.he would be so high I would get scared.and he wasnt on any thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and his mouth would run like a whipperwills butt in a wind storm.you could not shut him up.he tired me out with his constent chatter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;even when I asked him to be still for a while he would get in my face and say why wont you talk to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Id say I need some quiet time please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;its bad when you cant even get a minutes peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;it was so bad one day at the store people were looking at him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I had to say I need to think what we need, can we pleace talk about this out side!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but he wouldnt stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I finely had to say if you cant be still Ill have to go out side cause I cant shop like this.but he still kept up till I made believe I was leaving and he finely shut up and said he was sorry.I was so run down from it I could barely think let alone do what I had to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and when we got done and were in the car he started right back up.I said please I need quiet please!!!!he yelled at me and almost run into the curb cause he was in my face yelling why will you not talk to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I wanted to say you talk enough for us and three others.but I didnt want to hurt him cause I loved him and didnt know what the heck was going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I was scared so scared I was afraid to think of when we got home and what he would do.he was not only acting hiper but odd.he didnt even look like the same person.it was scarey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I didnt feel safe with him driving so I said I need to stop here.he pulled over and I said I want to drive.he wasnt going to let me at first. so I said if I cant drive I will call some one to come get me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;he let me drive,and I said do not ever yell at me like that again and get in my face.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I will not take that from anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I try to keep stress out of my life,cause stress is a killer.so I wasnt going to put up with this ,but didnt know what to do.when we got home he left the car to go mail a letter inside.I said I needed to sit there a minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;when he left I called Anna and told her what was going on and I was scared.she told me to be carefull.I said I think I need to take him to the hospital,dont know what else to do.it was so hard cause how do you take the one you love to the wak ward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but there was no way out.this was above anything I knew of.and I needed some help with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;my heart was breaking cause this person I loved was so strange I didnt even know him anymore.my insideds were in knots and I could have crawled into a hole and hid.but there was nothing else I could do.I told him there was some thing very wrong and we needed to go to the hospital for help.he didnt want to get in the car again,but I said a prayer for Gods help and as soon as I did he got into the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I cryed when we waited in the hospital.it was so hard.when we finely got to go up to speak with the lady I cryed and spilled all the mess from the last few weeks.I told her every thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;when she talked to him he said I brought him there cause he was happy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the lady looked at him as if he was from mars.and said mr hubby your wife is scared out of her mind .I do not think she brought here cause your happy!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;there is a big problem here and we are going to find out what it is.and she pushed the point.he finely agreed there was some thing wrong and signed himself in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I stayed with him tell they came to get him.he was not too pleased with me.but I said hubby there is some thing the matter and they will help you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;when I left they gave him some pills to calm him down and he went down the hall and danced and twirrled for about three hours the nurse said.she said he was going to prove to them he could not be affected by the pills cause he was a christian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;finely he calmed down and went in his room and took a nape.but the next day he did the same thing when I called the nurse said he was in the hall dancing and spining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;it was very scarey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;thinking back now I dont know how I made it through.only by the grace of God.I cryed and cryed as I lay in bed at night.I knew deep in my heart I was losing my hubby.and there wasnt a thing I could do but trust God.it was as if the dream Id prayed for and trusted God for ,for 18 years was being ripped from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I knew the Lord had promised me someone to love and who would love me.and I had waited faithfully.I didnt know who the person was or even when he would come along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and when some of the signs pointed to hubby and I.and then we fell in love.I thought I had finely found him.and then this..it was so scarey I didnt understand.I had to put it in the Lords hands.I remember saying Lord why would you put us together if it wouldnt work.you know I been hurt so much before!!!why would you do this???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but every day the thing would get worse and I could feel the one I loved slip more and more into the darkness.one night I went to visit him and he wouldnt even look at me he sat next to me with his back to me.I held him and told him how much I loved him.and he turned even his head away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;he went to his room and as he did I looked at his bible and inside on a paper he had written me a note.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;it said he was going to tell me he didnt love me and never did.it broke my heart.I closed the bible and sat there.he came back and we talked but it was as if I was with some little boy and I didnt know him very well.he didnt act like my hubby he acted like some stranger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I remember walking out of the hospital and the tears fell unchecked down my face.the night was pretty but it had no effect on me.I drove home and sat in my chair and cryed.my heart was in pieces.all I could remember was seeing those words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Iam going to tell you I never loved you.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I went to the Lord and cryed..I called hubby a while later but he was down in the family room with some other people.he was talking with some younger girl, her him and some others would get together and talk sing and dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;when i came one time he had been sitting with her and he got up fast when he heard I was there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I had already seen them.he said there was nothing going on.but every time I called he was with her and the others.it doesnt matter cause the end was coming any way.but I do know this if I had been in his shoes Id never have talked to other men with him coming to see me.Id have felt like I was betraying him.but he never cared what I thought or how it would affect me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I could see it in the girls eyes she was up to no good,but like most men he didnt even see.I talked to her and gave her a bible of her own.and she was shocked cause we both knew what she was up to.she was let out the next day.she said to him your wife is nice why did she give me a bible?(do good for evil).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;well as I look back its easy to see what caused this mess.but its not easy knowing why.when he got out I was so afraid.they had told me I had at lest a week or so before he came home.but when I went to a conforance the doctor said he could come home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I said he is still having problems and I dont know how to treat him to help him.the doctor looked at me as if I was the one who had flipped out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and come to find out hubby had told him it was all my fault.the doc asked me to tell how I felt and I told him, I was scared and he just brushed my fears away as if they were nothing.like I was making a mountain out of a moll hill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;well I been through alot in my life and it took a whole lot to get me scared.well this was way beyound my knowing what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;they let him out and as i walked to the car with him I was scared.I prayed like I had never prayed before.and I could sence the hubby blamed me for his stay in the hospital.he acted as if he were angery.and I didnt know how to act cause I had never seen him huffy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;we got home by me driving.he was on pills he could not drive .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and the nightmare of living with a person you didnt know began.it was the hardest time of my life to date.he was not the man I had marryed.Lord knows he wasnt even the friend I had known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;we lived in a daze and walked though the darkness of being two people who had had some thing good but lost it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I showed him the papers he had writen on in the hospital.the ones that said he had never loved me.it said also he had been going to tell me that night but couldnt cause he seen I only ment good for him and how much I loved him so he couldnt say it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;it didnt make any diffrence cause I already knew what he said.and he didnt say he loved me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I still loved him then.and still held out hope we would be able to make it.but it was not ment to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;another year dragged on and the heaveyness of being with someone who couldnt make up their mind if they loved you or not or if they were going to stay.was crushing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I couldnt even let the kids be around us too much cause never knew what he would say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;it was so hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;then the day came when I could take no more.and the Lord was my only help to know what to do.I went in the bedroom and lay down and cryed as quietly as I could so he didnt hear me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I said Lord my heart is broken and you need to do some thing cause I am not going to make it if you dont.I dont even care if I live or die any more.I am no good for me or the kids and I cant help hubby.you need to do some thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and I lay and was quiet.and in the stillness his voice said "ask him if he wants to stay or leave.,give him till saturday".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;that was 5 days away.my heart smashed on the floor ,the last bit that was able to smash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I said Lord you need to hold my heart cause I cant hurt like this any more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and peace came for the frist time in over a year.and I lay there feeling it wash over me as if it were a gental stream on a warm day.it comforted me and gave me the hope that no matter what I still had the Lord.no matter what hubby desided I would be ok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;it took less then 5 days for him to run.he had been given his way out and he choose to give up what he had,my love and the 8 months of wonder we spent in the good time together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;he said he was leaving and he did after he packed all his stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I told him he would need to get the things done that needed to be done.he was not going to leave me with the mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;so he worked on doing it before he left calling the bank,and the paper work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I told the kids he was leaving and everyone felt bad.Anna cryed and said mom I am so sorry,you deserve better then this.wish I could do some thing to help and make it better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lucy was lived she wanted to smash him.and she was really tee,d.the grandkids were so upset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the littlest girl sar bear said mom get on the phone and tell NaNa to come stay with us the people who love her...and I did go down and stay with them for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but the day came when he was ready to go.he stood behind me and stared out the window.and said nothing.it was good cause the tears ran down my face,glad he didnt see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;he said almost to himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I will miss the town and the lovely places around here.maybe I should go say goodby to them before I go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I sat quiet,thinking its just like you.to think of stuff that cant be hurt and you will miss that but like you once said."I dont miss people".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I could not believe him just standing there and looking out the window.he would miss the view and the parks and the places,but as for me he would care less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and he didnt miss me.he walked out the with barely a goodby and for 6 months I didnt hear a peep out of him.no check to see if I was ok or any thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;his sister checked on me.his mom would talk when she could when he wasnt there.but him he went about his life as if we had never been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;then 6 months later after I had gotten on my feet and was doing better.he calls to say "are you ok? I have been hearing voices saying your real bad off."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I said no Iam doing fine,it took me a while but with the Lords help Iam fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;he sounded as if he was upset I hadnt crawed into a hole and died because he wasnt here.I said arent you happy Iam doing good?he didnt know how to answer ,other then getting mad he had heard wrong again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I talked to him off and on and prayed he would get better.and for a while it looked as if things were getting better.then one day he called and said I love you and want to come home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I said well lets just see how things go for the weekend.you can come and stay for the weekend.but I will not have sex with you nore will I let you come if you dont take your pill,s.he promised to take his pills and he would only stay the weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I thought maybe things had changed and it would be ok.but when he got here I could see it was not ok.he didnt have his pills and he was like a caged animal.I knew it was not good.we went down to get his pills to be fair and he came back.and stayed.he wouldnt take his pills.so I said if you dont, you have to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;he took them but it didnt do much but make him more stable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I took him to a deliverance ministry I knew and we went to church there.but when they prayed he was upset cause they prayed more with me then him.so he got huffy and went to the bathroom,he said what ever it was he had was back and he wanted the paster to pray for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the paster did it to make him happy,but he said the prayer warrours already prayed for you.why do you have to have me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hubby said he had problems with women.well soon we were on our way home and I felt like a heavy burrden was lifted off me when they prayed for me.the fear I had felt for months was gone and I felt like finely I was heading the right way again.a peace I cant explain moved in and took over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but the hubby was still messed up.he was wecloming the problem back in.he would not believe the prayer had helped.he just refused to have the faith to believe he was healed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and it was only a short time before he went off his pills with out telling me.and with in only about 4 days he was back into the weirdness again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;he said God told him not to take the pill,s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I said well when I prayed about letting you come home the Lord told me to make you promise to take them or you could not come.and he hasnt told me other wise.so if he said it then you should be better in a few days instead of worse.so Ill see.well with in 3 days he was already showing the effects.and the 4th I said thats it I will not take no more.you made me a promise and you broke it.you need to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;he said he was out of his pills.and did some side stepping.but I said Ill use the last money I have and get your pills.but you need to leave.so he packed his stuff and I walked him down ,and took the key for the apartment.as I sat and watched him drive off, cause I had left minutes before and parked to be sure he left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;drove out to Anna,s,as I did I knew why he had come back.it wasnt to be with me.it was cause the Lord let me know I was better off alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;if he hadnt come back Id have always wondered if leaving was what was suppose to be.now I knew it was a blessing in discize.I was free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;yes I still cared about him and in a way still loved the man who was with me in the 8 months of good.but he was gone and he wasnt coming back.and the stranger who had come in his place no longer believed as I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;he ended up in the wako ward only a few days later.and was there for a long time.he contacted me when he got out again and said he was doing better.but it was the same.he wasnt the guy who I knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5 times in the hospital in 5 years.he says there is nothing wrong with him.that he doesnt need the pills.he blames me.but I said "with all dew respect,I am not the one who has been in the hospital 5 times".and let it go at that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;so when the last letter came to inform me my mom didnt go to heaven but some other plant.I had enough.the papers will be signed and all will be handled as soon as I get the money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;do I still care about him?yes I always will ,he was my friend for 29 years.and I still have love for him deep in my heart.but its for the bright eyed young man who loved me for a while and made me feel like I could have my dream after all.but he is gone and he is not coming back.and the girl I was then is gone as well.she died the day he walked out the door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a new life is on the harizon for me.and I look with hope to finding what the Lord has for me.he is the one I can trust, and he alone loves me as Iam,but loves me too much to leave me that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I will be ok,it may take a while for all to heal.but it will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;thank you for reading if you did.and thanks for understanding this is how I get things off my chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;God bless you and have a great week.&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/28575010-3480397167435988763?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/3480397167435988763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=3480397167435988763' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/3480397167435988763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/3480397167435988763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2007/12/snow-is-falling-out-my-window.html' title='the snow is falling out my window.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R1WwB8A-iWI/AAAAAAAAAss/0l3JvgaKZqU/s72-c/bearsquirrel.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-2815853076601027158</id><published>2007-12-03T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:12:52.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>little sister this is for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R1TSR8A-iRI/AAAAAAAAArw/MJQAd6L0cT8/s1600-R/collage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R1TSR8A-iRI/AAAAAAAAArw/KNriohmZlnw/s320/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A walk though mom,s garden..&lt;br /&gt;God bless you little sister and help you grow in his love and truth.&lt;br /&gt;stand in his truth and you will never be moved.&lt;br /&gt;"no weapon formed against you or your family will prosper.&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;love you and I thank Good for you.&lt;br /&gt;you have been a blessing to me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;two posts tonight..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2007/12/little-sister-this-is-for-you.html' title='little sister this is for you.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R1TSR8A-iRI/AAAAAAAAArw/KNriohmZlnw/s72-c/collage4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-3129694384721663630</id><published>2007-12-03T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:12:52.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>let it snow,let it snow,let it snow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R1TP4MA-iQI/AAAAAAAAAro/Rc39v3hG78M/s1600-R/collage8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R1TP4MA-iQI/AAAAAAAAAro/53LsfRGayCA/s320/collage8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Here is alittle winter wonderland for my friends who do not have snow to brighten or shell I say whiten their christmas hoildays.&lt;br /&gt;these are from last year or the one before,cause I havent been out in our new snow fall yet.&lt;br /&gt;so hope you all enjoy this white christmas just for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;the kids (Anna and her hubby) came today to bring me a few things and clear off my van from snow .it is white and most likely looked like one big snow drift.we got 4 to 6 inches of the white stuff.it was very pretty to sit in and watch it come down.I couldnt see very far out my window,s.the snow fell all afternoon and on into the night.the north west wind howled in my window I leave open for fresh air.I had to close it to only a finger size opening.&lt;br /&gt;I put on my little fake woodstove with the real like flames and watched movies on the TV.the hallmark channel has the best christmas movies on.the other night they had one called "papa,s angels".if you get a chance to watch it do so.it was so good.&lt;br /&gt;and if your like me you will love the fact its set out in the country in a log home.and the room he builds on to the place is a work of love and art.&lt;br /&gt;there are some very good movies for christmas on.a few years ago I taped a movie called (miracal in the wilderness)its a gem.&lt;br /&gt;if you get a chance to watch it do so.its a wonderfull one.&lt;br /&gt;these are movies you could let kids see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;well it seems my in laws need more prayer.my sister in law called me the other night with the bad news.&lt;br /&gt;my father in laws brother passed away.he was working on the tree lot he sells at and he said he was feeling dizy.&lt;br /&gt;they found him slumped over sitting at the table.&lt;br /&gt;in the last few months 3 of the family have passed away,close family.this is the frist close family they have lost!!&lt;br /&gt;so please keep them in your prayers.its hard to lose people so close and in such a short time.&lt;br /&gt;the grandma is in her 80,s and this was her son.it doesnt seem right for a woman to lose her kids frist.&lt;br /&gt;she is a sweet lady.&lt;br /&gt;this family has been my family for a long time.way before I married their son.&lt;br /&gt;and the way I feel for them is like they will be my family even when I have to divorce their son.&lt;br /&gt;mom is a sweet lady and she is carrying alot.she is a small woman only about 5 foot or so.but she has the heart of a lion.and the love&lt;br /&gt;to give to all.she is a wonderful person.&lt;br /&gt;I will miss not seeing her for christmas.more so this year then ever cause my mom is gone.&lt;br /&gt;I use to love to be part of their big family.I felt as if I was loved and and apart of them.&lt;br /&gt;my sister in law is a blessing.she has been there for me all the way through this mess with the hubby.&lt;br /&gt;she was saved when him and I got together.from our testimony.&lt;br /&gt;Iam real proud of her and her walk with the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;in only a short time she has grown so much in the Lord.its a miracal how fast.&lt;br /&gt;she is my little sister in christ and I feel she is like the sister I never had.&lt;br /&gt;the Lord is doing great things in the family.and he is working out things for all of them.&lt;br /&gt;please keep them in your prayers.thank you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;well I wanted to post this for you who needed snow for christmas.God bless you all and hope the christmas spirit is in your heart,s.&lt;br /&gt;christmas isnt christmas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;without JESUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;its a x-mess...&lt;br /&gt;stores who will not let their workers say merry christmas should be avoded like the flew.if they dont want to say the Lords name then they should close for the hoilday.cause if it wasnt for the christian hoilday they wouldnt be making money.&lt;br /&gt;it tee,s me off that this country lets all this God bashing go on.&lt;br /&gt;wake up people this country belongs to God,and you cant kick the owner of the country out.&lt;br /&gt;and besides who would be dumb enough to think you could kick GOD out of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I love (psalm 2.)it says it so wonderfully.turn to it in your bible and read it.it says what God thinks of people who do that and what he does...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;well merry christmas and happy new year to all.&lt;br /&gt;I put a chrristmas post below in my earllyer post.so go check it out if you missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Good night and have a great safe week.&lt;br /&gt;Leann..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28575010-3129694384721663630?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/3129694384721663630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=3129694384721663630' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/3129694384721663630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/3129694384721663630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2007/12/let-it-snowlet-it-snowlet-it-snow.html' title='let it snow,let it snow,let it snow.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R1TP4MA-iQI/AAAAAAAAAro/53LsfRGayCA/s72-c/collage8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-2941572376221593277</id><published>2007-11-30T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:12:53.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R1CC3sA-iMI/AAAAAAAAArM/w1ljHwsFahQ/s1600-R/63137_wallpaper280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138751068049410242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R1CC3sA-iMI/AAAAAAAAArM/5Fss4Zi84fU/s320/63137_wallpaper280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;here is a award for renie;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;its a "you made my day award..from the eagles nest. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;this one was from one of my other friends.and I give it to Anna my daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R1B_iMA-iLI/AAAAAAAAArE/YX9vjq8TVAE/s1600-R/niceaward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138747400147339442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R1B_iMA-iLI/AAAAAAAAArE/DCbDPnNApVM/s320/niceaward.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ANNA have TJ help you post these awards on the side of your blog.&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R1B9xsA-iKI/AAAAAAAAAq8/uKi48_AONLM/s1600-R/fabulous.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138745467412056226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R1B9xsA-iKI/AAAAAAAAAq8/xSPtjFyy6RQ/s320/fabulous.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R1B9nMA-iJI/AAAAAAAAAq0/Kz8a2NO-AeQ/s1600-R/Bog+Buddies+Award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138745287023429778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R1B9nMA-iJI/AAAAAAAAAq0/xpn44Tk8SBU/s320/Bog%252BBuddies%252BAward.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R1B9bsA-iII/AAAAAAAAAqs/Y_v-mV8ASkk/s1600-R/itsamajoraward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138745089454934146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R1B9bsA-iII/AAAAAAAAAqs/_Ffo7KGqs6g/s320/itsamajoraward.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;my friend renie;gave me these three awards.one was a while back but I couldnt figure how to get them on my blog let alone my picture file.any way after messing around with the darn thing I finely figured it out.I will put the awards on my blog as soon as I can get some one to help me figure that part out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;thanks Renie for the blessing of these three awards ..you are so sweet.its nice to have people give you little tokens of love.thank you my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I pass these awards on to the others on my blog cause they are important to me ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;so please come and get your awards.God bless all of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please check out post under this as well.thank you.its got update on how the ex is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R1CC3sA-iMI/AAAAAAAAArM/5Fss4Zi84fU/s72-c/63137_wallpaper280.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-1950866922326953115</id><published>2007-11-29T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:12:54.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas everyone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R08xR4HXpPI/AAAAAAAAAqM/H--p8-wzSJs/s1600-h/P1010015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R08xR4HXpPI/AAAAAAAAAqM/H--p8-wzSJs/s320/P1010015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL.&lt;br /&gt;this is Anna,s cat Omar.he is a blessing.he is wise and has been a loving part of this family for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;he loves to get his picture taken and this one expresses christmas just right.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R08xTIHXpQI/AAAAAAAAAqU/IlxrDoKsCfA/s1600-h/P1010018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R08xTIHXpQI/AAAAAAAAAqU/IlxrDoKsCfA/s320/P1010018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;this was my christmas flowers last year.Ill take pictures of them this year when they are in full bloom and share them with you.&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry I havent been on lately but I was out to Anna,s and just plan didnt feel I had anything worth sharing.&lt;br /&gt;I was down and dont want to bring everyone else down.&lt;br /&gt;so went out and visited the kids off and on and that always livens me up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R08xTYHXpRI/AAAAAAAAAqc/meR1n5LbxaM/s1600-h/P1010001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R08xTYHXpRI/AAAAAAAAAqc/meR1n5LbxaM/s320/P1010001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;this is a picture of my little tree.I dont have room for a big one cause this place is so small.&lt;br /&gt;so I do the best I can.this year I may go all out and put up every thing.that is if I get time.I figure why bother its just me.&lt;br /&gt;and we get together at the kids places.so why should I go throught the bother only to have to take it all down again.and mostly no one comes here then cause we are at the other places.so this is my tree when its up.&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of stuff to put up but its packed away waiting for a bigger place so I can use it.&lt;br /&gt;I am going into snow men.they are so cute and dressed so sweet.and they love me if I am fat or not.and if they arent good I can let them melt.HEE HEE..&lt;br /&gt;at lest with a snow man you already know he has a cold heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a surprise when I got home from Anna,s.opened the mail box to find a letter from the ex.he is still having problems.&lt;br /&gt;and he was so nice to tell me he talks to the dead now.and that he talked to my mom and she wasnt in heaven cause there isnt a heaven.and she was wondering where Jesus was.so he was nice enough to tell her she had to go to a planet.cause there is no heaven only a planet .&lt;br /&gt;he said he still hears human voices,and he has learned so much from them.&lt;br /&gt;I would write back and tell him the dead do not speak,and that I know my mom is in heaven cause the bible says so.and Id tell him that there is surely heaven and not a planet cause the bible says that to.&lt;br /&gt;but he wouldnt listen now.so Ill not answer at all.&lt;br /&gt;I would tell him he is learning lies and he is talking to demons.but he would not believe that eather.so I do what I know to do.I pray for him.&lt;br /&gt;and hope he will return to Jesus before the enemy of his soul traps him forever in the lies he is believing.&lt;br /&gt;there is so much junk like these talking to the dead crap on TV.and so many people are being decieved by it.and its sad.&lt;br /&gt;once we leave here we are in one place or the other.and we do not travel back and forth.we are there and we stay.but there are what they call fallen angles and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R08xUYHXpSI/AAAAAAAAAqk/ASXXNk4bJYY/s1600-h/P1010008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R08xUYHXpSI/AAAAAAAAAqk/ASXXNk4bJYY/s320/P1010008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;demons who will take on the apearance of a loved one and cause the person problems down the line.people who believe in ghosts and stuff like that are at risk.&lt;br /&gt;I watched one program the other day.I dont watch it but for some reason I felt I should.and it was about a lady with a son who had a emageary friend he played with.(not all make believe friends are demon,s so dont worry)&lt;br /&gt;at frist she didnt think too much about it.and as time went on the little boy played more and more with the make believe friend.&lt;br /&gt;but one day things changed as they do in these cases.and the ture nature of the beast shows its self.&lt;br /&gt;I had been praying about "why" people get into this mess.asking the Lord how it happens.cause normal people would not willingly let evil into their lives if they knew the truth.&lt;br /&gt;well this lady found out the hard way.her son was being bothered by a demon discized as a little boy who had died.&lt;br /&gt;but it was no little boy and it was a demon.&lt;br /&gt;and when the lady found out what it was she had to drive it out of her home.&lt;br /&gt;her son had changed so bad he was mean and hateful to his mom.looked at her with evil in his eyes and would swear at her and give her evil stears.&lt;br /&gt;the person she asked for help told her some one had welcomed it into there house.and the welcome had to be stopped.&lt;br /&gt;so she blessed the house and anointed the door posts and windows and commaned it to leave.&lt;br /&gt;and for nearly 3 months things were fine.&lt;br /&gt;but then the boy must have slipped up and litened to it again.and it came back.only this time it was stronger.&lt;br /&gt;the lady didnt know what to do so she prayed and asked the Lord what to do.and she called the one who had helped her before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said to find out the name of the thing.and so one night when she was sleeping her son came into her bed scared and said he wanted to sleep with her and his Daddy.so she waited to see he was asleep and she walked to his room.&lt;br /&gt;she sat on the bed and soon she seen the shape of a little boy in the door way.she put out her arms and it came to her.she hugged it and soon it turned into what it really was.a full grown demon.it was evil looking and it was not a nice little boy.&lt;br /&gt;she had to get away from it.&lt;br /&gt;she had to bless the house all over again and tell it to leave and go back to where it came from.and it finely left.&lt;br /&gt;now some may say OH bunk...that cant be! but I am here to tell you if you mess with the ocult or talking to the dead you will one day see them as they really are demon,s discized as your loved ones.they come in as angles of light at frist.then when they have you hood winked then they start their real work.&lt;br /&gt;now people who would rather believe in this stuff then God are at risk.people who believe the UFO junk to are at risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its ture cause my ex is hearing voices and he was doing the same thing here.and these voices are not leading him to God but away from him.now if some thing is leading you away from God and his love ,it should tell you who it is just by common sence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but some people dont have any.why cause the enemy has desivied them cause they would rather believe a lie then the truth.&lt;br /&gt;I am telling you this so you know.I can back this all up with the word of God,but dont have time today.&lt;br /&gt;all I can say is if you mess with this stuff your going to come to the end of your rope and then it will be too late.&lt;br /&gt;there are demons on this earth,just as there are Gods angels.&lt;br /&gt;and the demons do evil and the angles do good.and they do not changes roles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and Jesus said there were demons and angels here so its not just me saying it.)&lt;br /&gt;you welcome into your life these things when you would rather believe in UFO,S then God.&lt;br /&gt;or talking to the dead or furtion tellers.why go to some one who reads the stars when you can go to the one who made the stars?&lt;br /&gt;now I am sharing this to let you know the truth.&lt;br /&gt;you may think I am nuts or wako.but its no joke.this stuff is real and its not make believe.it can only come into your life by doors.and one is the belieif in UFO.S and talking to the dead.ocalt,witch craft.&lt;br /&gt;the bible says to not be invalved in these things, for a good reason.it can get you into a mess real fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have run across things in my walk with the Lord that scared me.and I didnt know about before this.&lt;br /&gt;one of our friends little boys was having nightmears so bad he was scared to death.&lt;br /&gt;we had to pray for the little guy.and one night as I watched the 700 club Pat Robertson said there is a little boy who is having nightmears so bad he is afraid to go to sleep for fear they will come again.the Lord is healing him right now and he will never have them again.I claimed the healing for him and he has never had them again.&lt;br /&gt;so you see things can come that only God can deliver from.&lt;br /&gt;please please if you been watching those dumb shows about huntings and the talking to the dead friutcakes please do your self and your family a favoir and stop before you welcome some thing in to your life you cant get rid of.&lt;br /&gt;now this may not be a nice post for a christmas post.but its a warning to keep you safe.and if it helps one person to stay safe then its worth it.&lt;br /&gt;one day the eastern sky will roll back like a large blanket and the trumpet of the Lord will blow.and those who believe in Jesus and what he did for them on the cross will leave here in the blinking of an eye.and then it will be too late to be saved from the mess to come.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus believers will be safe in heaven for 7 years while the rest is done down here.&lt;br /&gt;its called the rapture or catching away,or gathering of the staints.&lt;br /&gt;and so you know we will not be taken away in a UFO.thats the devils story for the rapture to keep every one from knowing the turth.&lt;br /&gt;now you can believe me or not its up to you.but you will not be able to tell me I didnt warn you cause I have.&lt;br /&gt;make this christmas the best ever.recieve the "christ" in christmas and when the call comes you will be ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;This is all you need to do.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus I know I am a sinner,I mess up all the time and do things I dont want to do.I cant seem to do right even if I try.so please save me Jesus from myself.I do so want to go to heaven with you.so please help me to be the person you intented for me to be.forgive all my sin,s past preasent and future.help me live my life for you.show me all about you.and help me tell others so they can be saved to.open my eyes to the truth so the devil cant pull the wool over my eyes any more.&lt;br /&gt;and make this christmas the one I finely see what "christ"mas really means.&lt;br /&gt;now come into my heart Jesus and give me the faith I need to believe.fill me with your Holy Spirit and with life.&lt;br /&gt;in Jesus name I pray amen and amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;now let me pray for you.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus please help all who read this to be able to know the truth.help them to not put off another day with out knowing for sure they are ready.help them feel your tugging on them in their hearts.help them to know what is ture and what is the devils lies.Lord show them your self so they know your not just a story of long ago but a live person who did the only thing to get them back where they belong with God.&lt;br /&gt;show them you love them and have always loved them.show them the lies in this world so they can tell others the truth so they can be saved.I know Lord there will be believers who read this,but there will also be those who are still sitting on the fence.please help all who read this blog be saved.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus if all they get here is empty words then I have wasted my time and your,s.I ask that you anoint my atempt to reach others with your anointing so that who ever reads will know you better and be able to make the choice to recieve you Jesus so all are ready when you call.&lt;br /&gt;for those who think I am a crack pot please open their eyes to you Jesus so they can see you.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want them to see me but for them to see you.please Lord use my heart felt paryer to reach others.to bring in more people this christmas to fill your heaven.&lt;br /&gt;I ask it in Jesus name amen and amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND MAY GOD BLESS YOU AND YOURS..&lt;br /&gt;(((((((((((((((((((HUGS))))))))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I am doing it early cause its been busy here and I may not get the time later.so I love you all and am so thankful for you.&lt;br /&gt;you are dear friends and I am glad to have met you all here on my blog.I have enjoyed reading your blogs and sharing your storys pictures and seeing your talents as writes and as friends.&lt;br /&gt;you have all touched my life and made me a better person for knowing you.you have been here when I needed a kind word or a reason to go on.at times when I felt like stopping this blog and giving up.you came and told me to keep on.it has blessed me to pray for those who have asked for prayer,and for those who didnt, but put their needs out there so I could pray.&lt;br /&gt;like someone told me a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;"you cant get help if ya dont ask".&lt;br /&gt;prayer works.I have seen it in my life and in others.&lt;br /&gt;I seen a little baby healed and saw his picture on his grandmas blog.his smiling little face was there to say I am an answer to prayer.&lt;br /&gt;check it out.its mountain mama,s little grandson.if you look on my comments you will find her name.click on it and go to her blog and skan down in her old posts to where her prayer was asked for the little guy.I dont remember what was the matter but it wasnt good.but here is the little guy all better and smiling from ear to ear.&lt;br /&gt;and Raggedy she is better and back with us.check out her blog to.go on my comments and you will see her name click on it and check out her story.&lt;br /&gt;prayer works.&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on about the wonderful things Jesus does when we ask.but it would be longer and I know some of you hate to read long drawn out posts.so for you Ill stop.&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS YOU ALL.AND THANKS FOR READING MY BLOG AND FOR BEING MY FRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leann... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Please pray for the ex cause he needs it...thank you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" 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everyone.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R08xR4HXpPI/AAAAAAAAAqM/H--p8-wzSJs/s72-c/P1010015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-7569497118077735315</id><published>2007-11-18T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:12:54.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy thanksgiving.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R0CrJYHXpOI/AAAAAAAAAqE/HItIiZ_CxyM/s1600-h/P1010026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R0CrJYHXpOI/AAAAAAAAAqE/HItIiZ_CxyM/s320/P1010026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO ALL.&lt;br /&gt;we have a lot to be thankful for in this country.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28575010-7569497118077735315?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R0CrJYHXpOI/AAAAAAAAAqE/HItIiZ_CxyM/s72-c/P1010026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-4948787806402969989</id><published>2007-11-18T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:12:55.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>we miss you shorty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R0ChTIHXpNI/AAAAAAAAAp8/ut1Nlf5iz0g/s1600-h/P1010232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R0ChTIHXpNI/AAAAAAAAAp8/ut1Nlf5iz0g/s320/P1010232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; wish we could all be together there mom.but we cant for a while.&lt;br /&gt;the world dont seem the same with you not here.isnt a day goes by I dont miss ya.&lt;br /&gt; but I am glad your safe with Jesus and the rest of the ones who have gone on.&lt;br /&gt; it seems so odd that you arent here on the holidays,and cant be..wish things had been better for you while you were here.if I could go back and work things out better I would.but I wasnt able then nore would I be able now.&lt;br /&gt; nov 25 it will be a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We love and miss you mom..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28575010-4948787806402969989?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/4948787806402969989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=4948787806402969989' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/4948787806402969989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/4948787806402969989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2007/11/we-miss-you-shorty.html' title='we miss you shorty.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R0ChTIHXpNI/AAAAAAAAAp8/ut1Nlf5iz0g/s72-c/P1010232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-2757341058427719390</id><published>2007-11-14T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:12:55.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blue skys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rzulz4HXpLI/AAAAAAAAApc/9TroiM6nAFI/s1600-h/P1010185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rzulz4HXpLI/AAAAAAAAApc/9TroiM6nAFI/s320/P1010185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;thought for the day you who have never sinned cast the frist stone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28575010-2757341058427719390?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/2757341058427719390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=2757341058427719390' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/2757341058427719390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/2757341058427719390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2007/11/blue-skys.html' title='blue skys'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rzulz4HXpLI/AAAAAAAAApc/9TroiM6nAFI/s72-c/P1010185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-3192601301645526523</id><published>2007-11-14T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:12:56.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>day dreams firestove weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rzuk-oHXpHI/AAAAAAAAAo8/7TLi_Dzrn9s/s1600-h/P1010099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rzuk-oHXpHI/AAAAAAAAAo8/7TLi_Dzrn9s/s320/P1010099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ocean day dreams on a cold blustery day.&lt;br /&gt;it was one cold windy day today.I stayed at Anna,s over night.she invited me to stay after I had her put some white minks in my hair.&lt;br /&gt;now I never used it before.Lucy got it for me and said it would lighten and brighten my white hair.&lt;br /&gt;well I figure a little pick me up wouldnt hurt.so I had anna,s put it in.&lt;br /&gt;now we were enjoying being together and having a good time,till she looked at her white towel and said Oh my God mom the towel is purple.I said what the????she said I am not kidding mom the towel is pretty purple!!!&lt;br /&gt;I said I better not end up looking like some over the hill punker...or Ill ring that girls neck..&lt;br /&gt;well it didnt turn my hair the color the towel was.but if you get me in the light I look like I over dosed on grape juice ...&lt;br /&gt;Oh well life goes on.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rzuk_IHXpII/AAAAAAAAApE/YLUTFht5RcY/s1600-h/P1010011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rzuk_IHXpII/AAAAAAAAApE/YLUTFht5RcY/s320/P1010011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it wase very cold and so I came home from Anna,s and put on my little fake woodstove.it seems to be making me feel warmer.guess its just the Idia of it and the look of real flames to fake out your mind.I got my self all cuddled into my chair and eat supper and did some blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rzuk_oHXpJI/AAAAAAAAApM/Jd53ywbnv7w/s1600-h/P1010184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rzuk_oHXpJI/AAAAAAAAApM/Jd53ywbnv7w/s320/P1010184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am going to call this picture of Lucys, "Jilly bean&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;Hooked on the boob tube....&lt;br /&gt;or carpet potatoe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;or do you have a better name if so share it with me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RzulAYHXpKI/AAAAAAAAApU/mCXMeCWDa7A/s1600-h/P1010140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RzulAYHXpKI/AAAAAAAAApU/mCXMeCWDa7A/s320/P1010140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;this is Anna and her hubby.they looked so nice when they went to his company for his 15 year party.&lt;br /&gt;they had a nice time and he said he loved her new blouse..&lt;br /&gt;I think it was cause she could show off her double D,s..&lt;br /&gt;she is a lovely girl and needs to dress like this.she is bashful and thinks she isnt pretty cause she has getto booty, like my grandson says.&lt;br /&gt;well she can stand her own with anyone.she is a pretty girl.and she doesnt have to starve to be...&lt;br /&gt;Id rather be as big as I am then to act like people who lose wieght and act like fools who are in love with them selves.some of those la wieght lose things on T.V make me want to puck.the women act like they are in love with them selves or Gods gift to the world.&lt;br /&gt;if your pretty you dont need to stripe down to nothing to show it off.some people who had a wonderful personality when they were heavy when they lose wieght they are so ego stuck you cant stand to be around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grand son says to me Nana you need to look for a black man cause they like big women or getto booty.&lt;br /&gt;I said thanks TJ but I think Ill just stay single from now on.not that I have any thing against black men.its just I dont want "anyone".&lt;br /&gt;and I will say there are some fine black men.Danzel washington is a babe...&lt;br /&gt;and I have seen some who trip my trigger and make my heart pump and my cheeks color.&lt;br /&gt;but I just dont feel I could take one more relationship.I just dont have the mustard no more.so sorry all you good looken black men this getto booty is off the market..&lt;br /&gt;my one friend use to say once you go black you never go back.well Id believe her,but then I see how much problems the black women have with them and I think I made a wise choice to go single once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;I may be off the market but I can still enjoy a nice face once and a while,and they do fill out jean,s very well.a cute little butt in a pair of jeans can still make me look.&lt;br /&gt;no I didnt look when I was with hubby.I dont believe in it.but now he is no longer my hubby so I can look till the cow,s come home if I want to.and I dont have to have all the problems of a relationship..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;well every one have a great week,and God bless you all..hope your all having good health,all the love you need or want,peace of mind and heart,all your needs met,and a few of your wants.&lt;br /&gt;and till we talk again your loved and you have a reason for being,and a place in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh all you black and white people out there give" Dog the Bounty Hunter Chapman" a break,aint a one of us dont say some stupid thing when we are mad at our dumb kids.and who wouldnt be mad at a dumb kid who sets up his own father for money???&lt;br /&gt;yes it was dumb of Dog to say what he did,but does what he said make any one what he said????&lt;br /&gt;if someone called me a dumb honky does it make me one?or if they called me a hooker does it make me one???no only I can make me one...&lt;br /&gt;Good Lord I get sick of people with their small minds and eger willinness to keep this bigget crap going..&lt;br /&gt;Get the hell over it God loves blacks just like he does any color.after all he made us all.and like it or not we all will stand in heaven next to color.and hell will have color to for all you who cant get over the race thingy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;all skin color means is they were made with richer dust then us!!!!&lt;br /&gt;the chic who was taping Dog was after the money.&lt;br /&gt;Dog dont let the kids who come stright out of jail work in the buisness.he makes them prove they are done with their stupid ways for a year or so.if they stay stright they can come work in his bounty company.so this kid was right out of jail,got himself a little gold diger who had a Idia when she heard Dog say some thing he shouldnt have.desided to use it against him to the highist bider and went for it.&lt;br /&gt;I hope Dog tells them both to take a flying leep on a rolling donut when he gets back on his feet.&lt;br /&gt;one day hopefully that son of his will get his head out of his butt and say he is sorry for what he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Dog I prayed for you cause I was afriad your mouth would get you in dutch.and it did.you cant be a christain&lt;br /&gt;and speak like that and have people think your sinser.&lt;br /&gt;I respect you and your family for what you do.but Ill tell you alittle something.its not you who made you" the Dog" ,its God !!!. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;give him, not your self the glory and you will beat this thing.you dont have a repution away from Jesus.so dont let the fact your on TV fool your ego.God is the one who permotes or demotes.let him ,not holly wood build your life up and no one can nock you down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Let not man think him self more highy then anyone.but think himself always in his own eyes less then others.for then God can use him. for he will love others more then himself..for one who loves others more then them selves will care for their needs more then his own...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/3192601301645526523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/3192601301645526523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-dreams-firestove-weather.html' title='day dreams firestove weather'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rzuk-oHXpHI/AAAAAAAAAo8/7TLi_Dzrn9s/s72-c/P1010099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-837611537781183285</id><published>2007-11-12T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T19:58:09.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God bless our vets.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;today many of our men and women are in a place where they arent safe.they are busy doing what the country has asked them to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;are we safer for the things they are doing ?YES!!!and again I say Yes...some people feeel by bitching about the war they are doing someone a favior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;no they are doing more harm then they know.they are making young men and women laying their life on the line feel as if they have done something wrong.no they are fighting for freedom.for us and others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;does a  person like freedom when they have never had it?at first they may not understand it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;when God freed the jews from slavery they were scared when they were out of their comfort zone.and they cryed to go back to the place they knew.but when they were finely in the promise land they were thankful.the people in Iraci people are better off now then they were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;if you have freedom then give thanks for the ones who gave their lives to fight for it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;thank you to all the people who have given their time their lives to see I can have and enjoy the freedom I have..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;give the men and women a welcome home and dont mess them up. like the vets who came home from nom..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;can you believe people had the nerve to call those poor guys names and blame them for things they didnt even do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I believe protesters should have to fight for three weeks in the place of the people they protest against.then they can bitch all they want if they come back alive...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GOD BLESS ALL THE MEN AND WOMEN WHO HAVE FAUGHT IN THE WAR,S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and all the ones who are in harms way now.Lord bring them home safe and meet the needs they will have when they do come home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28575010-837611537781183285?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/837611537781183285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=837611537781183285' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/837611537781183285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/837611537781183285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2007/11/god-bless-our-vets.html' title='God bless our vets.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-6749359530969006595</id><published>2007-11-12T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:12:56.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>deer hunting and kittys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RzjBc2VIVPI/AAAAAAAAAoc/78q7JJbG-TM/s1600-h/P1010101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RzjBc2VIVPI/AAAAAAAAAoc/78q7JJbG-TM/s320/P1010101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all over there are deer hunters sitting in the woods.their bows near and a ever open eye to the country side.the air freah and clean unless your near a farm.the wind blowing in your face the thrill of the hunt and just plain peace a guiet.you sit for hours just watching.&lt;br /&gt;trying not to make a sound or move too much.all around you is beauty.&lt;br /&gt;the sky in its fall pastels with geese flying in long v,s crying their farwell call for another season.the chic a dee,s who sing to you and check to see what you are by landing on the end of your bow.the russel of dry oak leaves in the branches that make you wish you had picked a much quieter tree.the squirrls in the under brush.the mouse in the cat tails getting fluff for his winter nest.the ducks on the pond splashing and playing.you hear a church bell off&lt;br /&gt;in the distance.hear a child giggle just for the joy of it in the farmers yard.&lt;br /&gt;turn just in time to see a eagle land in a tall tree.and just sit and look off in the field.&lt;br /&gt;as you sit you think of the problems of the day and they seem with every minute to drift away.you get comfy in your blind or tree stand and wish this time of year could last forever.the leaves no longer show their colors but the bronze and drowns are still lovely in the fading light.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RzjBeWVIVQI/AAAAAAAAAok/ae5ksxF8S3A/s1600-h/P1010093.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RzjBeWVIVQI/AAAAAAAAAok/ae5ksxF8S3A/s320/P1010093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the eagle is still sitting in the tree and seems to be on his rost for the night.&lt;br /&gt;he seems to be enjoying his rest from the day screaching for food.he looks at his sroundings and seems at peace.&lt;br /&gt;the sky turns to golden rays and the clouds are pinks and purples and blues.the sun set is so lovely you forget to look for a deer.and as you look back one runs by and you miss the shot.but you dont care cause the beauty of the day has blessed you.and after all tomorow is another day.&lt;br /&gt;the eagle still is looking off to a spot he has kept his eye on.soon he flys and lands on the ground at the foot of the tree.but what ever he seen is long gone before he lands.he lifts off and returns to his purch high in the tree.&lt;br /&gt;as the last rays of sun dispair in the west.&lt;br /&gt;darkness falls fast but you sit just a while longer to enjoy the quiet .the night birds sing off in the distance.the russel of the night wind blows and you can see the first star.the leaves move in the breeze and you start to climb down from your tree.you walk out into the meadow and you hear rather then see the deer who have come to eat in the darkness.they will live to run another day.and you will hunt another day.but your both able to enjoy the beauty God placed all around you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RzjBemVIVRI/AAAAAAAAAos/WPakr6JxEZ4/s1600-h/P1010213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RzjBemVIVRI/AAAAAAAAAos/WPakr6JxEZ4/s320/P1010213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;this is jilly bean Lucys cat.isnt she a sweetie?she hasnt been with them long but she already own,s them.she is a cute little girl.and she is smart to.I was there as she was getting use to being there with them.&lt;br /&gt;she was a little poop , Lucy had just got her before they came for my birthday.so jilly bean wasnt too pleased at being dropped off at a new house with a strange cat and left with no people to teach her the ropes.&lt;br /&gt;so jilly bean made it known she was none too pleased.when we got back there Lucy had to clean up a big mess.and jilly bean almost didnt have a home.but she was good that next day as I sat home alone with her.I yelled at her when she was doing some thing she shouldnt.and she listined. after a few days she learned to be a good girl.you can see she is a keeper.she sat and posed for me all the time.she even helped me get some good pic,s of speed bump.so it was a good time to be there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RzjBfGVIVSI/AAAAAAAAAo0/jDR5DHeoKlM/s1600-h/P1010212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RzjBfGVIVSI/AAAAAAAAAo0/jDR5DHeoKlM/s320/P1010212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;as you see speed bump enjoyed getting his picture taken to.he is a sweet little guy to.let me tell you his story.he was run over by something and hurt see he lost part of his tail.&lt;br /&gt;he was only a kitten and it was cold winter and the girls Daddy saw him ,and picked him up.Lucy desided to keep him.so speed bump got a home.now the girls had wanted a kitty for a long time.but Lucy hadnt wanted to have a cat in the house cause they stink.but as the Lord some times does ,a childs prayer over rides a house rule.and the kids got their kitty.&lt;br /&gt;well speed bump was lonely, with the girls and lucy gone all day.so Lucy felt she should find him a little friend to keep him company.well jilly bean is just what he needs.no there wont be any kittens cause speed bump is fixed.but he will not be lonesome..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry I havent been on here much lately.I have been doing some of the stuff I need to get done.and still just getting my self back to my ruteen..I was just reading some stuff and writing in my journal.&lt;br /&gt;had some things I also needed to pray about.and some things I been asking the Lord to give me wisdom on.and its seems that I am about to make a clean break from a relationship that has not been good for me.I prayed and have seen its not a wise Idia to go back but to move forward.&lt;br /&gt;I was sure of the fact that Id made the right choice before but was given the asurance it was better to end it and move on.&lt;br /&gt;I looked over all the past and saw that I would always be the one who would have to hold it together.and I would be the strong one in the relationship.and that my needs would always come last if at all.I desided it was best for me to be alone then to suffer useless heart ache over some one who didnt really want to be with me any way.&lt;br /&gt;he doesnt see the picture through eyes of truth.he clovered over the reasons why things ended as they did.and you cant move on if you do not take responsiblety for your own part in a ended relationship.so nothing can be saloved if you cant see the truth.&lt;br /&gt;when one makes a disction it does afect every one.you cant run off from a problem and figure it will just work its self out and you can run back and still have some one or something to come back to.&lt;br /&gt;you cant figure that you can just step back into the heart of someone you choose to leave in the frist place.&lt;br /&gt;you cant figure you can step out of a relationship for six months with no word or contact of any kind and figure things have just layed dorment and not changed.you can come back and say Oh now I desided I love you.and figure one can trust you now to mean it.&lt;br /&gt;I did my best to hold on to see if a change of heart was coming.but then I found it was my heart I was waying for.&lt;br /&gt;I loved a person who had been in alot of things and forgiven them all.&lt;br /&gt;but then also told that person Id forgive the past but what went on after that we were together was a diffrent story.meaning dont think Ill let foolishness while we are together go on.I promised to lovethat person for as long as we were together.to give all my love and do what I could to meet his needs.&lt;br /&gt;but I didnt promise to hang around when he left me to go back to his life away from me. when he left it said."I dont want to be with you any more".when he eat the ring and it was gone the covenet we made was gone.when he walked out the door he walked out of my heart.I didnt understand it till I finely sat down and just asked the Lord to help me to see the truth.&lt;br /&gt;when he had come back to see if we could make it.I finely was able to see the truth.my eyes were not blinded by any thing and I could see that it had been the best when he left.&lt;br /&gt;the Lord had given me a way to see the truth so I could know it was not ever going to be the same again.and my heart let the past go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I looked for love in a friendly face and thought I had found some thing that could last.&lt;br /&gt;but love doesnt grow when your left alone to pick up the pieces..&lt;br /&gt;I looked for love in the face of a friend only to find pain and sorrow again..&lt;br /&gt;I looked for love in some one who promised to always stay,only to find he would run away..&lt;br /&gt;I looked for love the kind that would last,only to be left like Id been left in the past.&lt;br /&gt;I looked for love in so many places and in so many faces,only to find it would not last.&lt;br /&gt;some one said love never fails,and its true when its Gods love.for "he" will never ever leave you..&lt;br /&gt;and His love will never die.&lt;br /&gt;am I sorry for the love I gave away?no but Iam sorry it wasnt good enough for the one I gave it to...&lt;br /&gt;am L sorry for the best I gave?no but Iam sorry I wasted it on some one who couldnt treasure it.&lt;br /&gt;am I sorry for falling in love?no only for being so dumb as to believe that some one who didnt really hold a friend ship together. was given some thing as valued as my heart.&lt;br /&gt;am I free from blame?No I was fighing common sence all the way..letting love hold on for a while more.&lt;br /&gt;Love never fails..out of this whole mess and all I went through I found only God is there for you come what may.&lt;br /&gt;do I plan to trust an other man again?No!!!! Id be a fool..&lt;br /&gt;I gave my heart many times in the past and found that men do not know how to value it.they only want their needs met.&lt;br /&gt;is it cause woman baby little boys and wait on them hand and foot?I do not know for sure.is it cause they are not taught to care about a womans needs cause they and their fathers are waited on hand and foot.but mom,s needs are not even thought of.I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;but I do know the men who I have seen figured I was their maid or cook or toy.when I needed some one to step up when I had no strangth every man I loved let me fall.and I needed to muster up the last once of strangth I had to go on alone.&lt;br /&gt;its even harder having some one and still being all alone.&lt;br /&gt;I feel after years of screaching that I am better off not trusting anyone but the Lord.cause if I depend on anyone to much I am only giving into be let down..&lt;br /&gt;if I just muster up what I hve and keep going I dont get let down and have to crawl back up again.&lt;br /&gt;Iam ok...yes I am.it was a hard time this time.harder then I ever been thought in my life.much more painful and full of sorrow.butwith the Lords help I made it.and Ill contiue to make it a long a the Lord needs me here.&lt;br /&gt;do I blame the man who didnt value me?no he just wasnt what I needed and wasnt able to be.he has his own problems.and I pray God will bless him with a new start and a stronger faith to keep on keeping on.&lt;br /&gt;I will not ask for anything from him or exspet any thing from him.cause he has nothing I need.&lt;br /&gt;I hope he understands some day just how it all ended and why.and will look back and see he was loved and understand just what he lost when he ran away.but I will not hold my breath,cause he has always figured he was the catch in any relationship. he was always the treasure given up.that the ones who lost him lost some thing good.&lt;br /&gt;Me I know better then to think Iam any great prize.I know I gave it my best shot and loved with every thing I had.but it still wasnt good enough.and its ok cause at lest I didnt feel I had failed cause I had done my best...&lt;br /&gt;you cant make someone stay who doesnt want to,and you cant make them love you if they dont...&lt;br /&gt;someone who loves you will never leave your side no matter what.even if the problem is more then they can bare..they will not run...&lt;br /&gt;but once you see its a lost cause then its time to move on.I saw it was not good for me to hang on to a person who didnt value me as a love interest.he just didnt love me...he loved the promises of what the Lord had given me.but he didnt have the time or the faith to believe till it came to pass.&lt;br /&gt;some of Gods promises take years to be fullfilled.and if our for fathers had given up they would never have seen their dreams come ture.Abaham and Sarah waited a very long time for their son to be born.and for Abarham to be made the father of many nation,s.in fact that promise is still being fullfilled even thow Sarah and he are long in their graves.&lt;br /&gt;Gods promises dont come to pass just cause you want them to,they come to pass casue He said they would with or without you...&lt;br /&gt;God does not lie.&lt;br /&gt;He said Id find a hubby,I would marryhim.I did."He said Id love him with all my heart and forgive him for all the dumb things he did before we met,and I did.God said he would love the way I cooked,and fixed the house,and he did.&lt;br /&gt;"He told me about the dress Id marry this man in and where to find that dress and I found it."He helped me step by step..and so much ore came to pass.but "He didnt tell me this man would leave me and run away...&lt;br /&gt;but it happened and its sad that a love story turned into just a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its sad that the story didnt end on a happy note or with all the promise of a love story should hold.but it didnt.&lt;br /&gt;it ended the way it did.and does that make the promises of God worthless?&lt;br /&gt;No not by any means.it just means they will come to pass some other way.I still need a home to live in,and Id live there with just me and the Lord if that is what it takes.do I need a man to go on?No!!!!I already have one his name is Jesus and he is the best hubby a girl can ever have.&lt;br /&gt;"His love doesnt grow cold,and he doesnt look at you when your not young and lovely any more and say,I dont desire you any more cause your fat.He says "your as lovely today as you were the day I came into your heart.cause I dont look at the out side beauty I look where beauty begins,in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;God bless you all..have a great week..and have a safe hunting season,and thanksgiving...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; 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TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RzOrXOxDOxI/AAAAAAAAAoU/lgeCaESLmIo/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RzOrXOxDOxI/AAAAAAAAAoU/lgeCaESLmIo/s320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; I desided to give you two collages of the pictures I took while on the trip.and some of the rides Anna and I went on.the colors were so pretty.hope you enjoy them.I been busy all day and havent eaten anything so this will be short tonight.&lt;br /&gt;God bless every one.be sure to check out the post blow this one for the other collage.&lt;br /&gt;((((((((((((((((((((((((((HUGS))))))))))))))))))))))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; 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TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RzOmEuxDOwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/Ca6UaN4Zgpo/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RzOmEuxDOwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/Ca6UaN4Zgpo/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;would you believe when I opened up my picture shop the whole batch of pictures I thought I had lost showed up all by themselves!!!!&lt;br /&gt;now since this has never happened before I dont know what to think.but I do have sme Idia.I prayed about it cause I was so upset.and just left it in the lords hands.&lt;br /&gt;there was only 85 on recoord yesterday.and today 185.so you go figure where the lost ones were and where they came from today.seeing I had whipped my camera card clean yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;any way this is a colage of some of the pictures I took well on my trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the frist one is along a river drive not to far from my place.&lt;br /&gt;2. so is the second one.&lt;br /&gt;3.is down by Lucys place.along the river park.&lt;br /&gt;4.ducks at the park in the cove or bay..&lt;br /&gt;5.is out along the river road near lucy,s.6.is to.&lt;br /&gt;7.is some buffalo near Anna,s place.&lt;br /&gt;8.is north of my home place,&lt;br /&gt;9,10and 11.are back up in the swamp near where I lived as a child.&lt;br /&gt;12.is a fence I saw on the swamp road I thought was so cute.&lt;br /&gt;13.is a cow who Ill call Besy she just looked so sweet laying there.she even posed for me.&lt;br /&gt;14,15,are on a country road I take once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;16,17 are near my place on another river road I love.&lt;br /&gt;that willow tree and the flowers were so pretty it was a lovely fall day.the sky was full of pastel colors,and little fluffy clouds doting the sky here and there.&lt;br /&gt;and I see the same two pictures were used two times.now I know I put other ones but guess some thing went wrong again.so 16,and 17 are the same as 1,and 2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28575010-7378597123318687377?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/7378597123318687377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=7378597123318687377' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/7378597123318687377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/7378597123318687377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2007/11/fall-in-midwest.html' title='Fall in the midwest.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RzOmEuxDOwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/Ca6UaN4Zgpo/s72-c/collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-6563543168621029216</id><published>2007-11-07T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:12:57.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bittersweet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RzH9T0auW6I/AAAAAAAAAnk/rNa6-9dZlS8/s1600-h/P1010088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RzH9T0auW6I/AAAAAAAAAnk/rNa6-9dZlS8/s320/P1010088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am not in a very good mood so this may not be a happy post.I took all kinds of nice pictures to share with you all.on my visit to see Lucy and the girls.and as I tryed to put them on the picture folder it only kept 85 of 185.now I cant get them back.cause as I looked to&lt;br /&gt;find they were 185 I whipped the card.then found that only the 85 made it.so too late.all my  lovely pictures gone.and no way to bring them back.lucys cute apratment and the girls.their cute kittys and the fun we had.its all gone!!!! I could spit tacks...I hate things that cant work the way they are suppose to.well enough of that crap.its too nice of a day to cry over spilt milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RzH9U0auW7I/AAAAAAAAAns/S1WH_BPR8Rk/s1600-h/P1010006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RzH9U0auW7I/AAAAAAAAAns/S1WH_BPR8Rk/s320/P1010006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;one day a few weeks ago Anna and I went for a ride to a amish store near us.as we were driving along I seen some geese in a pond near the road.we stopped and took some pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RzH9bUauW9I/AAAAAAAAAn8/3Eo1g6DgkBQ/s1600-h/P1010015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RzH9bUauW9I/AAAAAAAAAn8/3Eo1g6DgkBQ/s320/P1010015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;then we went to this mill and desided to stop and snap a few shots there.it was a lovely day and we could still see color in the tree,s.this is a lovely place full of charm and beauty.they just dont make things like this any more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28575010-6563543168621029216?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/6563543168621029216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=6563543168621029216' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/6563543168621029216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/6563543168621029216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2007/11/bittersweet.html' title='bittersweet.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RzH9T0auW6I/AAAAAAAAAnk/rNa6-9dZlS8/s72-c/P1010088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-6942080755863459401</id><published>2007-10-29T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T08:16:57.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gone for a few days to lucys.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Lucy and the girls came up for my birthday.we are all meeting at Anna,s.then I have to go back with them to watch sar bear.I am sorry I havent been on much but I been so busy lately havent had the time.I promise when I get back Ill be more able to post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;thank you all for commenting.and I will have some more pictures when I get back.Anna and I went for a ride and saw a eagle on a tree near the water.Ill show some pictures of a old gerist mill when I get back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;happy harvest time to all.God bless you.I will try to be home around the 4th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28575010-6942080755863459401?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/6942080755863459401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=6942080755863459401' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/6942080755863459401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/6942080755863459401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2007/10/gone-for-few-days-to-lucys.html' title='gone for a few days to lucys.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-4936874695855958938</id><published>2007-10-25T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:12:58.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>two posts today.6 picitures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RyDvyEauW1I/AAAAAAAAAnA/sfOBqGjlWKs/s1600-h/P1010094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RyDvyEauW1I/AAAAAAAAAnA/sfOBqGjlWKs/s320/P1010094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;one morning Goeser and I were sitting by the bay window just enjoying the cool breeze and the company of the sun.it had been days sence we saw it.and I was sharing some kind words with him as he let me take the pictures to share on the blog.so you all could see what a handsome boy he is.and what a kind guy he is look at that face.well all at once we heard this wierd sound out side the window.I stood up and looked out the side window,nothing,then out the other window,nothing.then I walked over to the french doors.and there as proud as punch stood this lovely visitor.he just stood and looked at me as if to say hey I want to get my picture taken.so I took some of him.he just walked slowly away to the orcherd and he was gone.if you go down to the post below you will see what happened before he got to the orcherd.isnt he a lovely bird?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RyDvykauW2I/AAAAAAAAAnI/g5iZtkyDQlU/s1600-h/P1010121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RyDvykauW2I/AAAAAAAAAnI/g5iZtkyDQlU/s320/P1010121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I couldnt believe he was so close and not at all afraid.the colors are out of this world.and he was a plump bird.I hate to say it but it made me remember grannys best thankgiving meal,maybe that is why he walked off alittle faster.maybe he saw me lick my chop,s.hee hee.granny made pheasent chicken and wild duck baked together.once long ago.I thimk of it now and then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RyDvzkauW3I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/6RIq7HqyIfY/s1600-h/P1010124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RyDvzkauW3I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/6RIq7HqyIfY/s320/P1010124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;he is a nice bird,and no I didnt shut him and eat him.but he would have made some good eating.sorry but I was raised eating wild life now and then.deer,duck,squirrels,geese,turkey,pegion,rabbit,fish.we lived off the bounty of the land and raised our own food for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;this will be short today cause I seem to have lost some readers.hope you who do read enjoy the pictures and the trip.&lt;br /&gt;have a great day every one.God bless you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;remember to check out the other three pictures below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28575010-4936874695855958938?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/4936874695855958938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=4936874695855958938' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/4936874695855958938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/4936874695855958938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2007/10/two-posts-today6-picitures.html' title='two posts today.6 picitures'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RyDvyEauW1I/AAAAAAAAAnA/sfOBqGjlWKs/s72-c/P1010094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-7346953547845580515</id><published>2007-10-25T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:12:58.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>more from the trip.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RyDqcEauWxI/AAAAAAAAAmg/zzx5RRzjRxY/s1600-h/P1010076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RyDqcEauWxI/AAAAAAAAAmg/zzx5RRzjRxY/s320/P1010076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;this is "Cat"he is the owner of the house.well at lest he thinks so.he had me trained fast.5 in the morning he came to the french doors and rubbed his wet paws to make a sound and I would let him in.O he is very good at getting you to love him.his bright yellow eyes melt you.he also lay on my bed and would take his nap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RyDqcUauWyI/AAAAAAAAAmo/Hf3YzW4SMxQ/s1600-h/P1010100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RyDqcUauWyI/AAAAAAAAAmo/Hf3YzW4SMxQ/s320/P1010100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;my step mom has this hanging in her livingroom to remember her grandmother.she did work like this and all the girls got some to remember her when she passed away.she was a cool lady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;she sure showed me up when I went with Helen to work on her fathers farm.the grandma was in her 80,s me in my 17th year.I begin to throw bales to the other girls and turned around to get another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;but in front of me stood grandma.she was asking me to through bales to her in UKrainen.I was afraid Id throw them too fast and she would get hurt or tired.but when we took a brake Helen said grandma is strong she wants you to throw them faster and not worry about her.&lt;br /&gt;well she out worked me before the day was over.I went in for supper one tired girl.we but in alot of bales that day.I also went home with musles like a man.&lt;br /&gt;but the thing I remember most was the cool family and the love they had for each our.and the food they made.both the women of the place helens mom and grandma could charm any one with their fine food.&lt;br /&gt;I learned old dont mean weak.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RyDqc0auW0I/AAAAAAAAAm4/xmuoUNoVAA8/s1600-h/P1010127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RyDqc0auW0I/AAAAAAAAAm4/xmuoUNoVAA8/s320/P1010127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;here is Cat and if you look up in the picture you will see he isnt a good hunter.the pheasent is standing there wondering why cat just walked by him.&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&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28575010-7346953547845580515?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/7346953547845580515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=7346953547845580515' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/7346953547845580515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/7346953547845580515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2007/10/more-from-trip.html' title='more from the trip.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RyDqcEauWxI/AAAAAAAAAmg/zzx5RRzjRxY/s72-c/P1010076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-8104761586145131114</id><published>2007-10-24T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T11:38:00.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>something to think about.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;this is another day that God made, are you thanking  him for it? and are you enjoying it and looking for the blessings he put in it to bless you? or are you letting the devil steal your joy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;please be sure to go lelow to number one and read about my trip to the country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28575010-8104761586145131114?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/8104761586145131114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=8104761586145131114' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/8104761586145131114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/8104761586145131114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2007/10/something-to-think-about.html' title='something to think about.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-4358415210136392939</id><published>2007-10-24T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:12:59.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the room I slept in and the view.(number two)go to nu one frist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rx-FTPAjz1I/AAAAAAAAAl8/mXHxDHvcEGU/s1600-h/P1010073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rx-FTPAjz1I/AAAAAAAAAl8/mXHxDHvcEGU/s320/P1010073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;this is the sunroom looking out the french doors to the west.my brother did a very good job on the lovely notty pine he put on the walls.he is a talented young man he can do anything.he is like my father,a jack of all trades and master of none.Oh guess I should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rx-FTfAjz2I/AAAAAAAAAmE/phn8OTeDN40/s1600-h/P1010075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rx-FTfAjz2I/AAAAAAAAAmE/phn8OTeDN40/s320/P1010075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;this is where I sat to write in my journal.I took the picture sitting on the bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;for the new people on my blog.that this is my step brother.my real brother is a bit of a weirdo.he has not been around for over 20 years.and doesnt want to be.he left when he was in his 20,s and didn want anything to be with us.he had been in a actcident and hit his head.he just changed so much.he didnt even see mom before she died, or has he come to see my father.but he sure was johnny on the spot to get mom,s money when she passed.enough said about him...its too nice of a day to talk about junk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rx-FTvAjz3I/AAAAAAAAAmM/xviMEyDmKxM/s1600-h/P1010074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rx-FTvAjz3I/AAAAAAAAAmM/xviMEyDmKxM/s320/P1010074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;here is the sunlight over the bed where I saw the stars at night,it was awesome.I lay there and just felt so blessed to be able to stay for a few days.in the morning I lay and watch the clouds floot over.and at night heard the rain hit the roof and it would put me to sleep with the sound. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rx-FTvAjz4I/AAAAAAAAAmU/bOkSdeklVIE/s1600-h/P1010097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rx-FTvAjz4I/AAAAAAAAAmU/bOkSdeklVIE/s320/P1010097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;this is the little dog who would sit with me early in the morning as I did my prayer time with the Lord and did my journal.the little guys name is Goeser.he is a sweet easy going little guy.he only looks for love.and he was missing the rest of the family.he would sit for a long time and look out the window.many mornings I would sit and look out this window and wish I were able to live in the country soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I was never disapionted if I was still and didnt make too much sound.the birds would come to the crackers my step mom put out to feet them.till she was able to put up the bird feeder the bear knocked down last winter or fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;yes a bear came to the feeder.they live off the beatten path way back in the wild.its off the road a half mile back up against a swamp and woods on two sides.and a 80 to the south and a 80 to the west.so they are in a prefect setting for wild life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;my great grandfather loved his space.he picked this spot cause he loved to be srounded by land.and he picked a place with a creek on either side of his land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;but slowly the land had been given away to his big family and we lost some.but its still almost the same.cause the 80,s hold off the spread of people from the south and west.and the swamp and woods from the north and east keep building away.and hopefully will for the time our family needs it.the D and R.owns the land my father once did.that was lost when Dad ran around on mom.so it does not pay to be unfaithful.you lose more then your happy to give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;well I am going to close for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;but need to say some thing.I cant get on some of your blogs.cause this darn thing will not let me.I have trouble even doing my posting.and dont know why.so Ill do what I can and please bare with me.so if you dont see me on your blog its not cause I left you its cause I cant get to you.if any one can please tell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Its the little things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;). for me I have tryed to post to her and cant.tell her to come on mine and I may be able to get back to her then.I seem to be able to get to every one else.but havent been able to get to the ones on my book mark page so I have lost some and dont know how to find them again.this dang thing is getting to me.I have no idia what went wrong.it was after a up date went in.so go figure.new is not always better.wish they would leave things alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;well have a great week and Ill post when I can.Iam still busy with doing some of my stuff.but tuesday morning I was writing and reading posts I could get to yet.and a story line came to me.I sat down at about 11;00am and didnt stop till nearly midnight when I finished it.its called "canyon road "and its a redemtion story.of a young man.dont know yet what the Lord wants me to do with it but when I know Ill tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;God bless you all and please bare with me with this dumb thing till I find out what the heck is wrong.may take a while cause you know how computer dumb I am.so please forgive me if I cant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;comment on yours for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;thanks for reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;your friend Leannn.&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/28575010-4358415210136392939?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/4358415210136392939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=4358415210136392939' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/4358415210136392939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/4358415210136392939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2007/10/room-i-slept-in-and-viewnumber-two.html' title='the room I slept in and the view.(number two)go to nu one frist'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rx-FTPAjz1I/AAAAAAAAAl8/mXHxDHvcEGU/s72-c/P1010073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-5927663928054407549</id><published>2007-10-24T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:13:00.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>trip to my childhood home.(number one.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rx9-afAjzxI/AAAAAAAAAlc/FFyHTnmYZok/s1600-h/P1010066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rx9-afAjzxI/AAAAAAAAAlc/FFyHTnmYZok/s320/P1010066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;this is my childhood home.I moved away when I was forteen.&lt;br /&gt;my step mom and I had a great time.the two weeks I was there.&lt;br /&gt;like she said to everyone."we blabbed and eat and blabbed and eat.&lt;br /&gt;she is a very good cook and we did eat very well.I felt like a human food compacter.&lt;br /&gt;and it was so good.&lt;br /&gt;she made borsht a heavenly soup from the UKraine.yummy yum yum..its made with beets and potatoes cabbage,carrots,&lt;br /&gt;onions,and some kind of meat,she used chicken..&lt;br /&gt;it was soooo yummy we eat it every chance we got.the smell was so good I could hadly wait tell it was done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rx9-avAjzyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/dkZcvb4ETaI/s1600-h/P1010062.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rx9-avAjzyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/dkZcvb4ETaI/s320/P1010062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;this is the tree they have in the sun room where I slept.its a pine of some kind I dont remember the name.but its a awesome tree.its way over my head and still growing.I could lay in bed and look at it at the foot end of the bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rx9-bPAjzzI/AAAAAAAAAls/-Rjp1m_6vBQ/s1600-h/P1010071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rx9-bPAjzzI/AAAAAAAAAls/-Rjp1m_6vBQ/s320/P1010071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;this is where I slept,the bed is a old family bed that use to set n the wedding room upstairs.when anyone was married they would get that room.the bed was put down in the sun room cause a lot has changed.now a new family lives in the home and new family comes to visit from the UKraine and other places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rx9-bPAjz0I/AAAAAAAAAl0/LFyGA4uG_uk/s1600-h/P1010072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rx9-bPAjz0I/AAAAAAAAAl0/LFyGA4uG_uk/s320/P1010072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;My brother and  some friends of his built the sun room on after the tornado went though.it was a blessing in a way cause if it hadnt they may have never known the big beam that held up the whole one side of the house was so badly rotted that the house was sinking into the foundation.left as it was the house would have been so badly rotted that the foundation would never have held cause it was sinking to.so when they started to build the basement they found the mess and was thank God able to save before it was too late.&lt;br /&gt;the house is way over 150 years old so its a blessing its saved.its one of the oldest places in our county.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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one.)'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rx9-afAjzxI/AAAAAAAAAlc/FFyHTnmYZok/s72-c/P1010066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-3061897303995210522</id><published>2007-10-21T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:13:00.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tracks of the storm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RxuCHddErVI/AAAAAAAAAk8/NvRAor-f8nA/s1600-h/P1010007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RxuCHddErVI/AAAAAAAAAk8/NvRAor-f8nA/s320/P1010007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the storm moved in and the clouds made me wonder if a toranado was coming.I had to look close to see it was only rain bands.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RxuCHtdErWI/AAAAAAAAAlE/caMFpJwQr-M/s1600-h/P1010011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RxuCHtdErWI/AAAAAAAAAlE/caMFpJwQr-M/s320/P1010011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but as you can see it sure looked like a funnel cloud at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RxuCH9dErXI/AAAAAAAAAlM/kO-Z08B4vBg/s1600-h/P1010015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RxuCH9dErXI/AAAAAAAAAlM/kO-Z08B4vBg/s320/P1010015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; it was so cool to watch the storm as it moved in and the rain came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RxuCH9dErYI/AAAAAAAAAlU/4vyo3zYtqtA/s1600-h/P1010017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RxuCH9dErYI/AAAAAAAAAlU/4vyo3zYtqtA/s320/P1010017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;the sky changed so much in only a short time .but then the storm was gone and the night was calm.this was taken before I went to my step mothers.we been getting so much rain lately that the farmers cant even get their harvest in some places.there were flood warnings or most of the midwest for a few days.I will be posting picture now for the next few days with the pictures I took at the farm.while I was visiting my step mom.we had a very nice time.&lt;br /&gt;well Iam still having problems with the computer but Ill still post the only way I can.&lt;br /&gt;have a wonderful week.and God bless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28575010-3061897303995210522?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/3061897303995210522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=3061897303995210522' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/3061897303995210522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/3061897303995210522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2007/10/tracks-of-storm.html' title='tracks of the storm.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RxuCHddErVI/AAAAAAAAAk8/NvRAor-f8nA/s72-c/P1010007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-6874044447574281014</id><published>2007-10-20T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:13:01.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>moonlight blessing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RxrLLtdErNI/AAAAAAAAAjw/PCC-3tJNLa8/s1600-h/P1010002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RxrLLtdErNI/AAAAAAAAAjw/PCC-3tJNLa8/s320/P1010002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;this will be a short post I still have things I have been doing.tonight I was getting the pictures set in my file.so when I get time I can post them.it was a wonderful day today so I got some stuff done.I was going go for a ride to take it all in but got busy doing some well needed cleaning and got side tracked.Oh well life goes on maybe it will be nice tomorow.&lt;br /&gt;I tired to get on my blog tonight and couldnt unless I did it this way.so hope it works now.hope everyone is fine and all is well withyou.it maybe a few more days till I can put the pictures on.so please bare with me.&lt;br /&gt;God bless you all and have a great weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: 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href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2007/10/moonlight-blessing.html' title='moonlight blessing.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RxrLLtdErNI/AAAAAAAAAjw/PCC-3tJNLa8/s72-c/P1010002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-8424184244287403811</id><published>2007-10-19T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T16:38:03.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back.but need some rest.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will be back on to show you some new pictures from my home place.I was at my step mom,s for longer then I thought I was going to be.she was going to be alone for 2 weeks not one as I had thought.&lt;br /&gt;she said Oh I need you to stay till the 20th.but the kids came back one day  sooner.&lt;br /&gt;so Ill get back to blogging as soon as I can.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are all fine and well.God bless you all.&lt;br /&gt;it is so good to be home.its nice to visit but so good to come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its the little things" I went down to check the mail so I could tell you if your gift was here.it was so I opened it.your so sweet.thank you so much.I read a lot in the winter.and I was hoping for a book to read.this one is based on a movie I seen.I never read the book.the Louisana spice looks good for fish Ill try it as soon as I can get me some fish or shrimp.thank you so much for the nice words and for your love.it helps a person know people do care.&lt;br /&gt;the card is a sign to me that indeed you did hear from the Lord.see I love wilderness loon,s and the picture of the loon family was a blessing.I am going to put it in a frame and hang it on my wall.your note will be in it to remember my friend.also dear thank you for what you put in the card.but you shouldnt have done it.I know how hard it is for you now.but I also know God blesses the giving heart.so he will bless you the way you need it most.&lt;br /&gt;your a good friend and blog sister..God bless you my dear.Ill be over to read as soon as I get my house cleaned and all my stuff put in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I missed you all and told my step mom about my friends on the net.she was interested to know  about the bloggers.have a really great weekend and enjoy your self.(((((((((((((((((((((((((((HUGS)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;friends maybe far apart in places here and there.but they are never far from our hearts,and never out of our prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&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/28575010-8424184244287403811?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/8424184244287403811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=8424184244287403811' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/8424184244287403811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/8424184244287403811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-backbut-need-some-rest.html' title='I am back.but need some rest.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-2024735163886279457</id><published>2007-10-02T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:13:02.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>end of trip pictures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RwLWRvAtr6I/AAAAAAAAAjY/dPKmU7wvuxc/s1600-h/P1010138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RwLWRvAtr6I/AAAAAAAAAjY/dPKmU7wvuxc/s320/P1010138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I was at Anna,s for a few days.so I better get on the ball and put the rest of the pictures on.&lt;br /&gt;this was the sail boat close to the dock.they had a lovely day to sail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RwLWSPAtr7I/AAAAAAAAAjg/sp6LxJs7__k/s1600-h/P1010158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RwLWSPAtr7I/AAAAAAAAAjg/sp6LxJs7__k/s320/P1010158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;you can see the tall pines in this one.and the crows doing their flying dives.they were not to happy when I was getting ready to leave.they were going nuts.so were the gulls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RwLWSvAtr8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/WrOmavj9xWo/s1600-h/P1010164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RwLWSvAtr8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/WrOmavj9xWo/s320/P1010164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;the sun was getting low when I drove through town.and I could see how pretty the resort looked from the other shore.so I drove down to take a picture so you could see how nice a little resort it is..&lt;br /&gt;I will miss the place and would like to go to it again.but I am sure Ill be going to visit another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Its a rainy day here and so after Anna and I went shopping and out to eat. we&lt;/span&gt; came back and unloaded my food and new presto skillet I got for only 24,99.its a awesome one.I took Anna to eat at DQ..we got bouble cheese bugers frys and she got a coke and I got a artic blast watermelon.it was so good but I got a brain frezze that hurt like heck.&lt;br /&gt;we then went to one of the bargin stores.I got too warm and headed out to the van.&lt;br /&gt;this will be short cause I been busy and just dont have much to share today.maybe Ill be more up to it tomorow.&lt;br /&gt;the 6th I go to stay with my step mom for a few days while my brother and his wife and kids go for a trip out west.&lt;br /&gt;she is putting my Dad in the home for  the time my brother is gone cause she cant take care of Dad alone.so we will be there alone.&lt;br /&gt;she didnt want to be all alone so she asked me to come.I really dont feel like going cause I am still tired yet from my trip.but Ill go to keep her company.it will be like old times.I use to stay there when I was in my teens after my mom and Dad were divorced.&lt;br /&gt;it was fun.she wasnt the one who broke up the family so I could like her.she was good to me..&lt;br /&gt;well everyone God bless you and have a great week..&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28575010-2024735163886279457?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/2024735163886279457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=2024735163886279457' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/2024735163886279457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/2024735163886279457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2007/10/end-of-trip-pictures.html' title='end of trip pictures.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RwLWRvAtr6I/AAAAAAAAAjY/dPKmU7wvuxc/s72-c/P1010138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-1553213909074234193</id><published>2007-10-01T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:13:02.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy harvest time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Give thanks to the Lord for he has blessed us with a harvest of color....&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                                                                                                      the weather is cool and the colors are coming on.its the time of the year I love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RwF6OPAtr5I/AAAAAAAAAjI/cZZ4yjGT1q0/s1600-h/P1010030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RwF6OPAtr5I/AAAAAAAAAjI/cZZ4yjGT1q0/s320/P1010030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116505036635877266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;the geese fly over on their way south ,you can hear them in the early morning and late in the evening.the air is fresh and has a hint of winter.every where you look are pumpkins and a bounty full  harvest to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Have a happy harvest my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/28575010-1553213909074234193?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/1553213909074234193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=1553213909074234193' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/1553213909074234193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/1553213909074234193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-harvest-time.html' title='happy harvest time'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RwF6OPAtr5I/AAAAAAAAAjI/cZZ4yjGT1q0/s72-c/P1010030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-7173770057864090299</id><published>2007-10-01T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:13:03.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>view from the cabin window.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RwFPyvAtr1I/AAAAAAAAAio/P32n70RCrxo/s1600-h/P1010121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RwFPyvAtr1I/AAAAAAAAAio/P32n70RCrxo/s320/P1010121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The sail boat came by now and then.it was always nice to see its white sail flapping in the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RwFPzPAtr2I/AAAAAAAAAiw/s9vdQly7Org/s1600-h/P1010128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RwFPzPAtr2I/AAAAAAAAAiw/s9vdQly7Org/s320/P1010128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The duck who came to sleep on the dock in the sun light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RwFPzfAtr3I/AAAAAAAAAi4/uPhBgRD21Zk/s1600-h/P1010130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RwFPzfAtr3I/AAAAAAAAAi4/uPhBgRD21Zk/s320/P1010130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The day the gulls were following the poontoon.you can see them just flying in happy groups around the poontoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RwFPz_Atr4I/AAAAAAAAAjA/TqxIA8xgSi0/s1600-h/P1010131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RwFPz_Atr4I/AAAAAAAAAjA/TqxIA8xgSi0/s320/P1010131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;the day the sun made diamonds dance on the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Please look at the post below this one for the award roll.&lt;br /&gt;the names and what to do is on it.and if you click on Audrey,s name in my comments it will tell you what the award is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28575010-7173770057864090299?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/7173770057864090299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=7173770057864090299' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/7173770057864090299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/7173770057864090299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2007/10/view-from-cabin-window.html' title='view from the cabin window.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RwFPyvAtr1I/AAAAAAAAAio/P32n70RCrxo/s72-c/P1010121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-4490523802337693776</id><published>2007-10-01T12:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:13:03.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nice matters award.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my friend Audrey gave this award to me and 6 of her other friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I will give it to 7 of the ones I like.you can click on her name in  my blog and find what the award stands for.I had a hard time finding the way to just put this picture of the award on my blog.I tryed more times then I can count.guess I need someone who knows this thing better then me..                        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RwFExPAtr0I/AAAAAAAAAig/fAQv8xmbbaw/s1600-h/niceaward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RwFExPAtr0I/AAAAAAAAAig/fAQv8xmbbaw/s320/niceaward.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116446264303398722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;1.Belinda.&lt;br /&gt;2.Anna.&lt;br /&gt;3.countryhappenings&lt;br /&gt;4.Kathy.&lt;br /&gt;5.usaincognito.&lt;br /&gt;6.Raggedy.&lt;br /&gt;7.its the little things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Please pass it on to 7 others who you feel should be blessed for their care in doing their blog.or if they just need a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I wish I knew how to put their blog sites on the side of my blog so you can see the ones I keep in touch with,but I dont know how yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/28575010-4490523802337693776?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/4490523802337693776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=4490523802337693776' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/4490523802337693776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/4490523802337693776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2007/10/nice-matters-award.html' title='nice matters award.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RwFExPAtr0I/AAAAAAAAAig/fAQv8xmbbaw/s72-c/niceaward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-5401358214227332712</id><published>2007-09-27T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:13:04.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>number three,go to number one and it will all line up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RvwGw_AtrwI/AAAAAAAAAiA/yomlbebpnp8/s1600-h/P1010086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RvwGw_AtrwI/AAAAAAAAAiA/yomlbebpnp8/s320/P1010086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;If you look real close you can see the gulls just flying for joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a lovely day to be alive.the sun was hitting the eastern shore.&lt;br /&gt;and all the things the Lord sent to bless me.could it get any better..  ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RvwGxfAtrxI/AAAAAAAAAiI/IOJTB96vR3Q/s1600-h/P1010100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RvwGxfAtrxI/AAAAAAAAAiI/IOJTB96vR3Q/s320/P1010100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Yes it can!!!!then off in the distance I heard the sound I love to hear.canadain honkers on their way south.&lt;br /&gt;I ran out with my camera to see if I could get a picture.but they were so high up this is all I got.but I thanked the Lord any way.cause he knows I love to hear them.and its just not fall with out hearing and seeing them.&lt;br /&gt;I thought "id love if they came down here to spend the night"&lt;br /&gt;but didnt say it out laud..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RvwGxvAtryI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/maxLry2Dn6k/s1600-h/P1010102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RvwGxvAtryI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/maxLry2Dn6k/s320/P1010102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;then two who were left way behind went over I got them alittle better.so I thanked the Lord again for the blessing of seeing them that close.&lt;br /&gt;and I went back into make supper.I was busy for a while and had been in the kitchen side of the cabin.&lt;br /&gt;and hadnt really payed much attention to what was going on.all at once I heard geese up close and personal.I ran,or shell i say woddled to the door to see what was going on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RvwGx_AtrzI/AAAAAAAAAiY/wsTI4EqH7mM/s1600-h/P1010116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RvwGx_AtrzI/AAAAAAAAAiY/wsTI4EqH7mM/s320/P1010116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;and my Daddy sent them right to my door.they were every where,on the water in the yard on the docks and all around.they were calling and honking.it was awesome.I almost cryed !!he sent them and I didnt even ask.I had only thought it.&lt;br /&gt;"I hear you before you even ask,and answer your prayer."&lt;br /&gt;I was blessed tell I couldnt be blessed no more.&lt;br /&gt;they stayed out by the dock for most of the night.the few on the yard stayed over tell the next day and left early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;the ones in the bay left when a mean boater came and scared them away.&lt;br /&gt;some people are afraid of birds now because of bird flew.so they hate all birds.well you cant get it if they are just passing through.and besides that if the Lord sends them to bless you he sure aint going to send some that are sick!!!&lt;br /&gt;but people who dont believe in him fear every thing they dont understand.&lt;br /&gt;God sent these to bless me,and I thanked him for the blessing and for loving me so much as to send them even when I didnt think to ask...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;When he wants to bless his kids he out does himself.and when you thank him for even the littlest of things. he is just like any good father, he does more cause he knows you know it was him...&lt;br /&gt;if I were to tell all the things he has sent to bless me I would have shelves full of book,s so I can only share so much.lets just say he loves to bless.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could make you see how much he means to me.and be able to give you the relationship we have, so you could feel the love as well.but that you will have to do for your self with his help.&lt;br /&gt;there is no better person to have as your best friend or father then the Lord...&lt;br /&gt;and even if no one believes I hear him or that he talks to me and sends these things to bless me.its ok cause I know the truth.and no one can take that away from me.&lt;br /&gt;and to those who would say why do you hear God and I dont?&lt;br /&gt;I say do you talk to him?&lt;br /&gt;and do you believe he is who he says he is?&lt;br /&gt;and above all do you listen? and do you belong to him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;casue all I did was ask him into my heart and for him to forgive my sin,s..the rest came after I did that...&lt;br /&gt;but you know he had been trying to talk to me all my life.I just didnt know it was him at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;God bless you all and hope this trip sharing has blessed you.as much as my sharing it with you has for me.&lt;br /&gt;the time up in the north woods was a time of refreshing for me.a time to let God fill my tank and help me dump the past and move on.&lt;br /&gt;I do have a future and it may not be what I thought,but it will be what the Lord makes it.I may not have some one to spend my life with,like a hubby.but I have much better,I have Jesus to walk by my side.&lt;br /&gt;can a woman ask for anything better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28575010-5401358214227332712?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/5401358214227332712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=5401358214227332712' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/5401358214227332712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/5401358214227332712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2007/09/number-three.html' title='number three,go to number one and it will all line up.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RvwGw_AtrwI/AAAAAAAAAiA/yomlbebpnp8/s72-c/P1010086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-8935759287568283064</id><published>2007-09-27T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:13:04.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>number two.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rvv6RfAtrsI/AAAAAAAAAhg/gatqauZdan8/s1600-h/P1010044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rvv6RfAtrsI/AAAAAAAAAhg/gatqauZdan8/s320/P1010044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Peeping tom alert...&lt;br /&gt;I woke up to a lovely morning.had fixed myself some hot coco and was sitting watching the lake.when all at once I heard a sound.I looked around and didnt know where it was coming from.it was a picking sound or scratching sound.&lt;br /&gt;now I was hopeing it isnt mice! althow I like the little guys ,having themi n the house is no joy.&lt;br /&gt;well just as I was about to get up and check it out.I seen movement and there was the little bugger.&lt;br /&gt;he sat there with his beddy little eye looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;I said boy you have guts to be peeping at a lady with her night clothes on.&lt;br /&gt;he just kept staring as if he didnt care that I saw him.I said whats the matter,never seen a fat lady in this window before?&lt;br /&gt;he just continued to stare.I said ok if your that beauty starved enjoy your self!!!!&lt;br /&gt;he sat for a long time and just watched me.even if I moved he stayed..&lt;br /&gt;soon he got his eyes full and left.&lt;br /&gt;so dont think peeping tom,s wont show up in th country..as you see they do.and they are even bolder then city ones!!!!but aint he the  cutest  thing you ever saw???&lt;br /&gt;I know the Lord sent him to bless me and brighten my day.it did just that..&lt;br /&gt;if you push on the picture it will inlarge ad you can see him better.&lt;br /&gt;he is a little chic a dee,right on the pine tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rvv6SfAtruI/AAAAAAAAAhw/jAwROeuV-VA/s1600-h/P1010065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rvv6SfAtruI/AAAAAAAAAhw/jAwROeuV-VA/s320/P1010065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I took a ride to check out the colors.and they were getting so pretty.I drove down the high way for a while tell I seen this flash of color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rvv6SvAtrvI/AAAAAAAAAh4/T6noBS8ZUkQ/s1600-h/P1010066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rvv6SvAtrvI/AAAAAAAAAh4/T6noBS8ZUkQ/s320/P1010066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;so lovely was the day I felt some how renewed and alive.&lt;br /&gt;the problems of the past went and I was starting over anew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28575010-8935759287568283064?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/8935759287568283064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=8935759287568283064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/8935759287568283064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/8935759287568283064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2007/09/number-two.html' title='number two.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rvv6RfAtrsI/AAAAAAAAAhg/gatqauZdan8/s72-c/P1010044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-329011880796923903</id><published>2007-09-27T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:13:05.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>number one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rvvz0vAtroI/AAAAAAAAAhA/5rDUOULfjes/s1600-h/P1010007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rvvz0vAtroI/AAAAAAAAAhA/5rDUOULfjes/s320/P1010007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;All alone.But not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the kids left on monday and here I was alone.a sadness over took me and I was lonely for the frist time in a long time.for some reason I felt very alone.I was in a strange place far from home.the weather was not good to say the lest.&lt;br /&gt;the rain was coming down like cats and dogs .and I was wondering what I could do to keep busy.and get rid of this nagging feeling of lose or lonelyness,sadness,just couldnt put my finger on the emotion.&lt;br /&gt;and right in the middle of the guiet in the room,came a friendly voice.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;your never alone my child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;and this feeling of a blanket of love covered me and I felt like all was well.I looked out the window and there sat three men in a boat.I hadnt even known they were there before.                                                                                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rvvz0_AtrpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/G-ZvjDXhsog/s1600-h/P1010038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rvvz0_AtrpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/G-ZvjDXhsog/s320/P1010038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;for some reason seeing them there in that rain storm comforted me.and knowing the Lord was right here with me in the cabin,in fact in my heart.only 18 inches below my head.&lt;br /&gt;I sat and said ok Lord what can we talk about today?its raining so hard I can heardly see those poor guys.and I havent the guts to go out  to go anywhere,so what do we do?&lt;br /&gt;I got my field glasses out and looked at those poor guys.it was three men,no ladys I know would sit in pouring rain and fish.&lt;br /&gt;they looked content to be fishing when ya couldnt even see your hand in front of your face, the rain was coming so fast.&lt;br /&gt;thank God they had rain coats on.I watched them for a long time.I wondered who they were.and if they would be so faithful to do some thing for the Lord?&lt;br /&gt;I wondered if they were in need of money and they were trying to win the fish o roma money.&lt;br /&gt;but soon they moved on and all I could see was rain...it rained for a good part of the day.and I read in my bible and just spent time with the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;and at one point he said some thing.&lt;br /&gt;(you all know I been thinking its time to move out of this small apartment and into a bigger place in the country.)&lt;br /&gt;well I been asking the Lord to help me know if I should, or stay here.&lt;br /&gt;and if I did move would I find a bettter place then here.its easy to pay for this place and all is taken care of snow removal,lawn and every thing.so I was just asking for help to know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;and the Lord said "this cabin and the trip were to give you faith to believe site unseen I can find a place that works for you."&lt;br /&gt;and as he said it my faith that he would guide me into what to do,came flooding in.&lt;br /&gt;it would all fit together just like the trip did.&lt;br /&gt;no problems no worry just do as he said and all fit like a comfortable clove.&lt;br /&gt;so I looked up and the rain had stopped alittle.and here were some little coots right out in front of the cabin.I love to see the little ones.&lt;br /&gt;they are so cute.they were bobing up and down in the rough water,and they reminded me.&lt;br /&gt;God cares for the wild life and meets their needs.why wouldnt he lead me to safe harbor.he had always found me homes before.great places to live.wonderful places,always better then the last.so why would this time be any diffrent?                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rvvz1_AtrqI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/-D-iAZuNDPk/s1600-h/P1010155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rvvz1_AtrqI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/-D-iAZuNDPk/s320/P1010155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;the coots were busy feeding.once in a while one would disapair into the water and come up some place else.I sat and watched them for a long time.they werent at all afraid of the future.they knew God would provide for them.and if it didnt come it was their time to go ,before they couldnt take care of their selves any more.that is how I want to go.long before I am not able to care for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rvvz2PAtrrI/AAAAAAAAAhY/UX746FrmwPg/s1600-h/P1010077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rvvz2PAtrrI/AAAAAAAAAhY/UX746FrmwPg/s320/P1010077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I looked out again after doing a few cleaning tasks,and the storm had moved on and the sun was shining.it was going to be a lovely night.I thanked the Lord for the lovely evening.and the much needed rain for this lovely place.&lt;br /&gt;also I thanked him for the insite to know all was well and he would provide.and all would fit as well as all the rest he did in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28575010-329011880796923903?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/329011880796923903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=329011880796923903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/329011880796923903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/329011880796923903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2007/09/number-one.html' title='number one.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rvvz0vAtroI/AAAAAAAAAhA/5rDUOULfjes/s72-c/P1010007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-8269220081104024944</id><published>2007-09-26T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:13:05.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>number four,,go to number one and read first.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RvqF0_AtrnI/AAAAAAAAAgY/6oLxM7q2ek4/s1600-h/P1010010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RvqF0_AtrnI/AAAAAAAAAgY/6oLxM7q2ek4/s320/P1010010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;TJ relaxing after our ride to see the fall colors.he was laughing over some dumb thing I had said.&lt;br /&gt;we had a great day together.&lt;br /&gt;the kids came back later and Anna and I made supper.cant remember what.&lt;br /&gt;it was some good eating we did up north.we had a roast she made one night.she put onion soup and a can of coke in it.and put it in the slow cooker.with carrots,and potatoes and onions.yummy yum yum!!!!O my Lord was it good.the gravy was out of this world.&lt;br /&gt;next day I helped and we made shepperds pie out of left overs.with besket,s on top.yummy...&lt;br /&gt;then one night it was KFC..love that fryed chicken....&lt;br /&gt;we sure didnt starve up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I had to take Jake over to get his ice cream so he would forgive me for making him go instead of staying with TJ and I..&lt;br /&gt;he eat it in front of us.so I felt he felt he had been blessed.I need to have him come over and stay alone one of these weekend,s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;All and all it was a nice time with them.they went home the next day late and then I was alone.&lt;br /&gt;Ill write more of my trip maybe tomorow.&lt;br /&gt;it will be of the 18th through the 23rd.&lt;br /&gt;hope your enjoying the pictures and not getting to bored with vacation pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28575010-8269220081104024944?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/8269220081104024944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=8269220081104024944' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/8269220081104024944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/8269220081104024944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2007/09/number-fourgo-to-number-one-and-read.html' title='number four,,go to number one and read first.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RvqF0_AtrnI/AAAAAAAAAgY/6oLxM7q2ek4/s72-c/P1010010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-1663896365794935143</id><published>2007-09-26T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:13:05.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>number three,fall colors..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RvqCEfAtrkI/AAAAAAAAAgA/BoX_sfs_iY4/s1600-h/P1010075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RvqCEfAtrkI/AAAAAAAAAgA/BoX_sfs_iY4/s320/P1010075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;This was one of the day TJ and I went for a ride.&lt;br /&gt;His mom , Dad and Jake went back to do some work so they could stay one more day..I promised Jake if he helped Id get him DQ ice cream when he got back.it was TJ,s turn to stay with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;this tree was so pretty all decked out in her fall glory.it was by the enterence to the park.                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RvqCEvAtrlI/AAAAAAAAAgI/T-zBQwECnY8/s1600-h/P1010076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RvqCEvAtrlI/AAAAAAAAAgI/T-zBQwECnY8/s320/P1010076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;This is a picture peeking through her branches at the little cove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;TJ and I had a nice time as we drove around.we stopped and checked out the park to see if it was a nice place to camp.so if they wanted to come up fishing they would have a place to bring their camper.its a lovely place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28575010-1663896365794935143?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RvqCEfAtrkI/AAAAAAAAAgA/BoX_sfs_iY4/s72-c/P1010075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-3301580600739894751</id><published>2007-09-26T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:13:06.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>number two the pumpkin tower.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rvp9WfAtrgI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JSNcnPK9NU8/s1600-h/P1010060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rvp9WfAtrgI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JSNcnPK9NU8/s320/P1010060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pumpkins pumpkins every where but no pie,s in site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rvp9W_AtrhI/AAAAAAAAAfo/thKdV-Z4Ffc/s1600-h/P1010061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rvp9W_AtrhI/AAAAAAAAAfo/thKdV-Z4Ffc/s320/P1010061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;this is the pumpkins tower..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;as Anna and I drove along we seen this cool farm all decked out in fall festivity.we pulled in and I took some pictures.I sure wouldnt have wanted to be the one who put those big pumpkin,s up there...if you look you can see the big pumpkin on the left smiling.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rvp9XPAtriI/AAAAAAAAAfw/acWOkjLi_Jw/s1600-h/P1010063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rvp9XPAtriI/AAAAAAAAAfw/acWOkjLi_Jw/s320/P1010063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;they had some good sized pumpkin,s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rvp9XvAtrjI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Zt_rSAld7pw/s1600-h/P1010056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rvp9XvAtrjI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Zt_rSAld7pw/s320/P1010056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Anna and I headed over by the park and the ducks and geese where there having lunch.&lt;br /&gt;one goose is a farm goose who may have followed the ducks or geese.cause he is with them and seems to think he is one of them.he is a big boy.wonder if he can even fly.hope he finds his way home cause other wise he will get real lonely and cold this winter.&lt;br /&gt;you can see him with his head down on the left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28575010-3301580600739894751?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/3301580600739894751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=3301580600739894751' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/3301580600739894751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/3301580600739894751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2007/09/number-two-pumpkin-tower.html' title='number two the pumpkin tower.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rvp9WfAtrgI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JSNcnPK9NU8/s72-c/P1010060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-5115094669392063735</id><published>2007-09-26T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:13:07.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>number one, more trip sharing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rvp5g_AtrcI/AAAAAAAAAfA/IYgkUvBEbsY/s1600-h/P1010008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rvp5g_AtrcI/AAAAAAAAAfA/IYgkUvBEbsY/s320/P1010008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Big foot and little bear siteing in the north wood,s..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;yes teddy headed right to me when he came running in the cabin.so I had to do a bigfoot siteing.remember I said Id do them now and then.he sure love to sit by me when I am with him.I guess it maybe cause he misses my mom.he love to sit with her to.the kids use to say he was babysitting her.she would laugh and say teddy loved her,and he did.she use to sneak him food when no one saw.&lt;br /&gt;dont tell anyone but I do to.he is so dang cute how could I refuse? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rvp5hvAtrdI/AAAAAAAAAfI/rL0wWXnE290/s1600-h/P1010028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rvp5hvAtrdI/AAAAAAAAAfI/rL0wWXnE290/s320/P1010028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Anna came back from the store with these pretty flowers as a gift and thank you for me invieting them to come and stay those few days.these flowers blessed me with lovelyness even after the kids went home.she gave me the little candle to.she is a sweet warm hearted girl.love you Anna.thank you.I enjoyed havng you guys with me.it was lonesome when you left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rvp5iPAtreI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/DF_ITGjQeOQ/s1600-h/P1010030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rvp5iPAtreI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/DF_ITGjQeOQ/s320/P1010030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Little green tree frog,s are so cute.TJ found this one by the boat parking lot near the cabin.he jumped off TJ,s hand into the jeep.and TJ had to find him.he was between the seats.he called him cermit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rvp5i_AtrfI/AAAAAAAAAfY/-QGdEn2rFDk/s1600-h/P1010034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rvp5i_AtrfI/AAAAAAAAAfY/-QGdEn2rFDk/s320/P1010034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;the kids took out the boat and this was when they were coming back in.just before they were getting ready to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;when the guys  were out fishing one of the days Anna and I ran up to one of the little towns north of there.&lt;br /&gt;they have some very nice stores and we like to shop there.one town has a place called the crossroads cafe.its got the best darn hot beef,s around.so Anna wanted to take me out to eat.I hadnt been there for a very long time.my friend Doris and I would come there every time we came up north.and Id get the hot beef.yummmmy.O them baby,s are the best.I try to make them but just don,t teaste the same..&lt;br /&gt;Anna had their patty melt..they are great to..&lt;br /&gt;when we went to the store I picked up some journals small and large and mid.they are so nice and only cost me 1.39 large.129 mid,and 99 for small...so needless to say I stocked up on them.&lt;br /&gt;I do a lot of writing in the winter so this will save me a lot of money.&lt;br /&gt;they have pen,s I like , 3 for a dollar.so I stocked up on them .&lt;br /&gt;we also found a little store with some cool stuff, in the town where the hot beef,s were.&lt;br /&gt;the store had some rainbow clog,s in the window.they are so comfortable, I had Anna stop to check out he store.&lt;br /&gt;they have all kind of goodies.we went through the whole store.finding little treasures her and there.&lt;br /&gt;we both got some of the shoes and Anna got me another gift.&lt;br /&gt;its three pretty plates that hang on a wall.Ill take pictures later when I get them on the wall and share them with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28575010-5115094669392063735?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/5115094669392063735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=5115094669392063735' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/5115094669392063735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/5115094669392063735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2007/09/more-trip-sharingone.html' title='number one, more trip sharing.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/Rvp5g_AtrcI/AAAAAAAAAfA/IYgkUvBEbsY/s72-c/P1010008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-7306807297421076399</id><published>2007-09-24T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T15:27:32.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>some thing to think about.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if your in need of a new out look,then take a short trip.it can help you a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please go to number one of my posts and read then it will all fit together about my trip.&lt;br /&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/28575010-7306807297421076399?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/7306807297421076399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=7306807297421076399' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/7306807297421076399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/7306807297421076399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2007/09/some-thing-to-think-about.html' title='some thing to think about.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-7982733272306383769</id><published>2007-09-24T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:13:08.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>number four,read number one frist then all will line up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RvgxKPAtrZI/AAAAAAAAAeI/g72GCjQTtVc/s1600-h/P1010101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RvgxKPAtrZI/AAAAAAAAAeI/g72GCjQTtVc/s320/P1010101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;this is the view of the cabin facing the lake.I m standing on the dock facing it.cozy little home away from home.nettled in the big pines in the north wood,s.&lt;br /&gt;a place to refresh ad renew.my stay here was wonderful.Ill write more about it in the next few days.if you enjoyed it so far tell me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RvgxKfAtraI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/WZ_UBuQIsGk/s1600-h/P1010021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RvgxKfAtraI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/WZ_UBuQIsGk/s320/P1010021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;this is the view to the right as you look out the French door.or stand on the deck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RvgxK_AtrbI/AAAAAAAAAeY/d7OgXTQ25Vk/s1600-h/P1010027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RvgxK_AtrbI/AAAAAAAAAeY/d7OgXTQ25Vk/s320/P1010027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;this is TJ checking out the dock and the view.he stood there a while just taking in the beauty.it warmed my heart to know the Lord worked it out so finely I could do some thing nice for the kids.they do so much for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Well Ill write more tomorow to tell you about the fun we had.and show more pictures of our trip to the north woods and our view of the lake.be sure to go down to "number one" first and read. it will fit together then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28575010-7982733272306383769?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/7982733272306383769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=7982733272306383769' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/7982733272306383769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/7982733272306383769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2007/09/number-fourread-number-one-frist-then.html' title='number four,read number one frist then all will line up.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RvgxKPAtrZI/AAAAAAAAAeI/g72GCjQTtVc/s72-c/P1010101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-2249536281619094061</id><published>2007-09-24T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:13:08.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>number three,inside the cabin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RvgmM_AtrSI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Cz5CVHTRXqw/s1600-h/P1010151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RvgmM_AtrSI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Cz5CVHTRXqw/s320/P1010151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;this is the couch by the big bay window the guys liked to sit on.it had a cool view and with TJ on the other one all comfy they had to set here.&lt;br /&gt;there is one of the big pines out side the window.that one is at lest 60 or more years old maybe even 100.its a big tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RvgmNfAtrTI/AAAAAAAAAdY/Cy9Qev9awrc/s1600-h/P1010147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RvgmNfAtrTI/AAAAAAAAAdY/Cy9Qev9awrc/s320/P1010147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;this is a small desk out side the boys room.its a nice place to sit and write.its across from the table to the left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RvgmNvAtrUI/AAAAAAAAAdg/aIVrSiyaNQc/s1600-h/P1010007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RvgmNvAtrUI/AAAAAAAAAdg/aIVrSiyaNQc/s320/P1010007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;this is the boys room it worked good for them.&lt;br /&gt;Jake took the top and T.J the bottom.and he had the window open.it was cold but he likes it that way.&lt;br /&gt;he takes after his Na Na.I had my window open to.&lt;br /&gt;and you know I didnt take a picture of my room.I let Anna and her hubby have the master bedroom till they went home and then I moved into there.the bed was more comfy.the little room I selpt in was ok.it had two beds one full and one twin.the one I slept on was hard.but I was ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RvgmN_AtrVI/AAAAAAAAAdo/_dEZiLG99hI/s1600-h/P1010009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RvgmN_AtrVI/AAAAAAAAAdo/_dEZiLG99hI/s320/P1010009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;here is the master bedroom,its a nice room.the windows faced the lake.and the lake breeze came in all day long when you could have the windows open.&lt;br /&gt;the bed was a queen and the futon we didnt need.&lt;br /&gt;Anna and I loved the blanket on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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cabin.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RvgmM_AtrSI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Cz5CVHTRXqw/s72-c/P1010151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-808551508893923099</id><published>2007-09-24T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:13:09.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>number two.view from the cabin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RvgiFfAtrOI/AAAAAAAAAcw/XYrkY_03tvk/s1600-h/P1010097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RvgiFfAtrOI/AAAAAAAAAcw/XYrkY_03tvk/s320/P1010097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Did I need to wonder if the Lord could find me a good place? No!!!this place was awesome.the knotty pine was so warm and made every thing look cozy and comfy...I sat down in the recliner and just thanked the Lord for out doing himself again.I was speechless.all I could say was thank you Jesus.the view as you can see was worth every penny of the 875.00 I spent for the week.I couldnt wait for the kids to&lt;br /&gt;                                               come and see it.I had left earlly so they should be coming soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RvgiF_AtrPI/AAAAAAAAAc4/h87bvu8zAmY/s1600-h/P1010091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RvgiF_AtrPI/AAAAAAAAAc4/h87bvu8zAmY/s320/P1010091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;the colors were just coming on so I knew it was going to be a lovely week.&lt;br /&gt;I just sat and enjoyed the place while taking pictures.I knew Id have to share my trip with you.so I started taking the pic,s as I sat down.&lt;br /&gt;it was a cold day,cause a cold front had moved in.and so we had to have a small bit of heat.the stove behind me came on and was making sound.&lt;br /&gt;that gave my goofy grandson the chase to come in and scare the crap out of his old NaNa.he went booo.and I almost filled my pants.lost a few years as well.added a few gray hairs also.&lt;br /&gt;I said good Lord are you trying to get rid of me?I aint payed for the cabin yet so you better wait!!!&lt;br /&gt;HE LAUGHED AND SAID HE WAS SORRY HE SCARED ME&gt;HE SAID HE THOUGHT Id hear him or the Lord would warn me.like he usely does when the boys are being little goofs.he put his arms around me and gave me a hug.&lt;br /&gt;ya well I was wondering if I should go change my pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RvgiGvAtrQI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Ojtv2wq1fTk/s1600-h/P1010150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RvgiGvAtrQI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Ojtv2wq1fTk/s320/P1010150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Just kidding but close!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he looked around and said this place is awesome.he headed out the door to the deck.this is the big couch he liked to lay on while here.and may I add his brother and Dad wanted it to.and they all conned each other to get it when they could.&lt;br /&gt;Anna even lay on it a few times to relax.&lt;br /&gt;it was a nice place to lay ,the sun would come in and warm you on the days it was cool.&lt;br /&gt;the kids played chess on the coffee  table in front of the couch.&lt;br /&gt;and we all sat around one night and talked about the things the Lord had done for us.its good to tell the kids often so they will remember and tell their kids what the Lord has done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RvgiG_AtrRI/AAAAAAAAAdI/RUB-3cPAiHk/s1600-h/P1010156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RvgiG_AtrRI/AAAAAAAAAdI/RUB-3cPAiHk/s320/P1010156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;this is the French  door to the deck.it also shows the recliner I didnt pick.well I sat in it frist but after almost going butt over tea kettle&lt;br /&gt;on my back side I moved it over and put the other one there.&lt;br /&gt;my son in law almost went  over with it ,so I didnt feel so bad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RvgY5_AtrLI/AAAAAAAAAcY/d8culsMovD4/s1600-h/P1010159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RvgY5_AtrLI/AAAAAAAAAcY/d8culsMovD4/s320/P1010159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;I drove along the high way on my way to the cabin.&lt;br /&gt;didnt know what it would look like only had to trust the Lord had picked a good one.&lt;br /&gt;as he always has in the past when we went away.I had called one place I really  wanted to go only to get sticker shock so bad it made my hair stand on end!!!!holy moloy 1800 for a week.good Lord was it gold plate or something?&lt;br /&gt;no just a log cabin on a Island...it was cool I may add  hence why I wanted to stay there.but it would have made my penny pinching nature hurt for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;as I found out it was not the place we were going.&lt;br /&gt;so I looked through my flyers from the town I felt maybe we would go.since it had been the place the Lord had me go before.&lt;br /&gt;cool place with friendly people and small town life.all built around a lovely six lakes.&lt;br /&gt;I said ok Lord where we going?I looked at a few flyers and just didnt feel they were the one.as I sat  there I kept coming to just one.&lt;br /&gt;I had been there before years before.&lt;br /&gt;way before me and hubby got married.but I had stayed in a little two bedroom one.this time the kids were going to come up for a few days.so I needed at lest a three bedroom.and with comfortable beds for all.&lt;br /&gt;so I called the place to see if they had anything.&lt;br /&gt;the lady answered and I told her what I needed.she said O you need the Villa.it has three bedrooms,a deck facing he lake and its a nice place.there is a dock and lawn chairs.&lt;br /&gt;so I said Ill take it.Ill see you the 14th.I asked if I could stay till the 23rd and she said yes.&lt;br /&gt;when I drove in her hubby said just go and get settled in and Barb will come over later.&lt;br /&gt; I headed the van to a long drive way.it went back through big pine tree,s and was near a small wood,s.&lt;br /&gt;from the out side it looked very small.and not too classy.but I desided to give it a chance.I walked in to the place and was very pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RvgY7PAtrMI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FjkSYdqh8B8/s1600-h/P1010160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RvgY7PAtrMI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FjkSYdqh8B8/s320/P1010160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;the yard was nice and the view from the yard showed me the lake was pretty.and not just a little peek of the lake a big wide view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RvgY7fAtrNI/AAAAAAAAAco/K_Sj081jnwM/s1600-h/P1010037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RvgY7fAtrNI/AAAAAAAAAco/K_Sj081jnwM/s320/P1010037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;the place was very nice ,clean and well kept up.every thing was new and looked as if they had only remodeled a short time before.the windows were big and let in a lot of light.so it was bright and friendly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28575010-2002641239998313033?l=viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/feeds/2002641239998313033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28575010&amp;postID=2002641239998313033' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/2002641239998313033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28575010/posts/default/2002641239998313033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromtheeaglesnest.blogspot.com/2007/09/villatrip-to-lake.html' title='(number one) the Villa,trip to the lake.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RvgY5_AtrLI/AAAAAAAAAcY/d8culsMovD4/s72-c/P1010159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28575010.post-6014106084183193196</id><published>2007-09-12T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:13:10.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RujDXwK-B0I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/u8vc03ahJLk/s1600-h/P1010188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RujDXwK-B0I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/u8vc03ahJLk/s320/P1010188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;this is a picture of me.its about two years old.and I look the same only may have a few more fat cells hanging on.I am doing this cause some lady was writing about people who put pictures of them selves that are years old.or of some one else.well this is me...its only picture I have of me right now that isnt too old.what you see is what you get.I try to be as honest as I can be on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Iam not perfect or even close.and I say what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;it gets me into deep doo some times.but if your like me I would rather speak the truth then to lie like a dog....so if any one was wondering who this old lady is and if I am for real,well here I am.and yes I am for real...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; 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clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/RuieOwK-BzI/AAAAAAAAAcI/6R4XFW9jw98/s320/P1010088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;he was home from the hospital and was doing alot better.I went in his room and talked with him.he looks so much older and so much more skinny.&lt;br /&gt;I talked with him about the old days when his life was much better.and things were good.he got tears in his eyes and said he wish he could t
