<?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-3519529853479740529</id><updated>2012-01-27T21:36:04.161-05:00</updated><category term='Poetry'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='Reviews'/><category term='Blog Posts'/><category term='Short Stories'/><category term='Daily Snapshot'/><category term='Letterboxing'/><category term='A Barn Raising'/><title type='text'>Letters From Beth</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-1349266118918112788</id><published>2011-10-03T11:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T11:47:26.807-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Barn Raising'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Snapshot'/><title type='text'>A Barn Raising. Part Seven.</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've updated the blog on our progress with the barn and a lot has happened since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TIUaO4ngbPE/TonPdoF52mI/AAAAAAAAALw/HKvhMnZfVOY/s1600/P1020292.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TIUaO4ngbPE/TonPdoF52mI/AAAAAAAAALw/HKvhMnZfVOY/s320/P1020292.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We have a roof!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6hpZN0Gc5s/TonPvIO8PVI/AAAAAAAAAL0/DWHYpHJc0Us/s1600/P1020279.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6hpZN0Gc5s/TonPvIO8PVI/AAAAAAAAAL0/DWHYpHJc0Us/s320/P1020279.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And Walls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JzwguT7_u5I/TonP_wy06dI/AAAAAAAAAL4/L6Qml0qxHjk/s1600/P1020283.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JzwguT7_u5I/TonP_wy06dI/AAAAAAAAAL4/L6Qml0qxHjk/s320/P1020283.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lots of Walls! We're bulding more and more walls every day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BUOwdYPZroo/TonQOmiPhVI/AAAAAAAAAL8/0GfWIAI5GvE/s1600/P1020278.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BUOwdYPZroo/TonQOmiPhVI/AAAAAAAAAL8/0GfWIAI5GvE/s320/P1020278.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're even building doors!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's all so exciting! We're hoping to have the whole thing finished by the end of the year! I'll be sure to keep updating about our progress!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-1349266118918112788?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1349266118918112788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2011/10/barn-raising-part-seven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/1349266118918112788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/1349266118918112788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2011/10/barn-raising-part-seven.html' title='A Barn Raising. Part Seven.'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TIUaO4ngbPE/TonPdoF52mI/AAAAAAAAALw/HKvhMnZfVOY/s72-c/P1020292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-5517687437544840975</id><published>2011-10-03T10:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T10:56:17.029-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Snapshot'/><title type='text'>Pictures from Kelleys Island</title><content type='html'>I know it's a little late, but better late than never! So, here are some pictures from our family vacation on Kelleys Island!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x3kDI1mIuqo/TonFACxMh6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/fLDaR3k7aP0/s1600/P1010797.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x3kDI1mIuqo/TonFACxMh6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/fLDaR3k7aP0/s320/P1010797.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Welcome to Camp Patmos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_73LCMf7fik/TonFJ5JM54I/AAAAAAAAALA/9GzEGl0lNlM/s1600/P1010785.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_73LCMf7fik/TonFJ5JM54I/AAAAAAAAALA/9GzEGl0lNlM/s320/P1010785.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dad, Mom and I at the lighthouse!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvJ6mxa8ao/TonFstv6e5I/AAAAAAAAALI/6TYXWV4H6KU/s1600/P1010773.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvJ6mxa8ao/TonFstv6e5I/AAAAAAAAALI/6TYXWV4H6KU/s320/P1010773.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The dining hall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XCDtb7Fo8Mc/TonGPlaHhAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/4H0iO7Y0ZFk/s1600/P1010765.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XCDtb7Fo8Mc/TonGPlaHhAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/4H0iO7Y0ZFk/s320/P1010765.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;One of my favorite views.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kuUuOubQ6Ig/TonF__t9WCI/AAAAAAAAALM/zCPL7HaADjo/s1600/P1010780.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kuUuOubQ6Ig/TonF__t9WCI/AAAAAAAAALM/zCPL7HaADjo/s320/P1010780.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom and Dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y1J_wF6fiSg/TonGocQJDyI/AAAAAAAAALU/mkgMMEQU7sw/s1600/P1010743.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y1J_wF6fiSg/TonGocQJDyI/AAAAAAAAALU/mkgMMEQU7sw/s320/P1010743.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our cabin is the one on the left and Stephanie and Jack's cabin is on the right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W2OUXhPd4e4/TonIv8q3OtI/AAAAAAAAALY/t_WOO-51MIM/s1600/P1010748.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W2OUXhPd4e4/TonIv8q3OtI/AAAAAAAAALY/t_WOO-51MIM/s320/P1010748.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another great view!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SJqoinj3kh4/TonJvG--ENI/AAAAAAAAALc/KW1H3Q6uEAI/s1600/P1010729.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SJqoinj3kh4/TonJvG--ENI/AAAAAAAAALc/KW1H3Q6uEAI/s320/P1010729.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inscription Rock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sc-tw9sqaLg/TonJ8IN9W-I/AAAAAAAAALk/6MxIcvjbeJA/s1600/P1010712.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sc-tw9sqaLg/TonJ8IN9W-I/AAAAAAAAALk/6MxIcvjbeJA/s320/P1010712.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Glacial Grooves! Amazing!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9Oe7LeUl_0/TonKIb9V9PI/AAAAAAAAALo/0nkvkjB0aBQ/s1600/P1010689.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9Oe7LeUl_0/TonKIb9V9PI/AAAAAAAAALo/0nkvkjB0aBQ/s320/P1010689.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our cabin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-85pCMCEN_5o/TonKUTiibdI/AAAAAAAAALs/NaA7Fxfn41A/s1600/P1010690.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-85pCMCEN_5o/TonKUTiibdI/AAAAAAAAALs/NaA7Fxfn41A/s320/P1010690.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More of our cabin. My bunkbed, complete with horse blanket!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-5517687437544840975?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5517687437544840975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2011/10/pictures-from-kelleys-island.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/5517687437544840975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/5517687437544840975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2011/10/pictures-from-kelleys-island.html' title='Pictures from Kelleys Island'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x3kDI1mIuqo/TonFACxMh6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/fLDaR3k7aP0/s72-c/P1010797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-5365578745665662711</id><published>2011-07-14T19:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T19:51:42.463-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letterboxing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Snapshot'/><title type='text'>Camp Patmos</title><content type='html'>For our family vacation we went to Camp Patmos, which&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;located on Kelleys Island, OH in the middle of Lake Erie. For my parents and my sister it was a blast from the past, for me it was a chance to see people and things I had always heard good things about. My parents lived in Ohio for a few years, found an amazing church, and&amp;nbsp;made wonderful, lifelong friends. They also went to Camp Patmos with these friends every year and had such a great time that they are still talking about&amp;nbsp;those times at Camp Patmos&amp;nbsp;twenty two years later! The drive was long, but fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way we stopped in Cincinnati to visit &lt;a href="http://creationmuseum.org/?gclid=CK2l98rj-qkCFeMSNAodlW8NXw"&gt;The Creation Museum&lt;/a&gt;, which is all about equipping you to defend your faith. It's full of facts that back up Genesis. I loved it! The exhibits were well done and overall it was simply amazing! Plus, where else can you ride a real live camel?!?!?! Apparently, where we stayed has a high crime rate because during our two night stay Jack and Stephanie's van was broken into (the robbers got some library books, coloring books, a memory game, a base ball and glove, two DVD players, and a Bible, which I hope they read.) and we witnessed another robbery in broad daylight! Needless to say we were glad to leave lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that adventure we drove a little bit further and stayed with some of my parents' friends. They were so nice and hospitable! Everything was wonderful! While we were at their house we went to the church my mom and dad used to go to, met a ton of their friends, saw my parents' old house, visited with more friends, and had a great time! Thank y'all for all of your kindness and hospitality!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, on July 4th we got to camp! It was non-stop fun! We rode bicycles, went swimming, kayaked, rode in the speed boats, hung onto and fell off of the banana boat float (which you can get an idea of &lt;a href="http://www.skitube.com/ski-tubes/banana-boats/10093+10094+10103.cfm?source=googleaw&amp;amp;kwid=banana%20boat&amp;amp;tid=phrase"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;), rode wave runners (that was one of the scariest and most fun things!), bought fun stuff at the &lt;em&gt;Pop House&lt;/em&gt; (like ice-cream, t-shirts, bracelets, etc.), went letterboxing (we found 16! Which brings my total of found boxes 55! YAY!), looked for beach glass and fossils, hung out with friends, went to Chapel every morning and evening, where we learned even more about Creation, evolution and&amp;nbsp;God's love from Carl Kerby. Interestingly enough Carl Kerby used to work with Answers in Genesis and was instrumental in the building of The Creation Museum. His new ministry is &lt;em&gt;Reasons for Hope, &lt;/em&gt;which you can learn more about &lt;a href="http://www.rforh.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. After ten days of focusing on God, His Truth, family, and fun I am so pumped and ready to share about what I learned!&amp;nbsp;Camp was so much fun and I loved it so much! I really hope that we can go again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have questions about Creation, evolution and what God says about it all? Need hope? I'd be more than happy to talk! You can comment or email me here at: myhorseandme1[at]gmail[dot]com&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;~Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-5365578745665662711?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5365578745665662711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2011/07/camp-patmos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/5365578745665662711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/5365578745665662711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2011/07/camp-patmos.html' title='Camp Patmos'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-4108688648975394934</id><published>2011-07-11T21:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T21:49:24.646-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>Lioness Arising; Wake Up and Change Your World by Lisa Bevere</title><content type='html'>I've had this book for quite a while. I was going to read when my mom looked it over and decided that it was a bit too mature for me now, but that it would be good to read when I'm older. Well, I wasn't quite sure what to do since I wanted to do a review, but wasn't alowed to read it. That's when I remembered that my sister-in-law, Paige, read the book and wrote an excellent review of it on her blog. So, for the more mature readers of my blog that may benefit from reading this book, here is Paige's review:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"“If ever there comes a time when the women of the world come together purely and simply for the benefit of mankind, it will be a force such as the world has never known.” Matthew Arnold, Nineteenth- Century British Poet and Philosopher &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quote author and speaker Lisa Bevere uses in her latest book, Lioness Arising, just about sums up the theme for the entire book. If women will band together and rise up like a lioness then there is no telling how the world around us will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Lisa was studying the scriptures she came across the verse in the book of Numbers 23:24 which said, “These people rise up like a lioness, like a majestic lion rousing itself. ” This verse along with a vision to see women change their world, inspired Lisa to study the lioness and share with women what we can learn from the lioness and how she behaves. Throughout the book Lisa reveals the characteristics of the lioness and inspires you to learn what it means to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be a stunning representation of strength &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiercely protect the young &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lend your voice to the silenced &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;live in the light and hunt in the dark &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raise a collective roar that changes everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a review copy of this book a few weeks ago, and while having three little ones has slowed my reading time down a bit, I had a hard time putting this book down each time I had a chance to read a chapter. I was engaged immediately in the book and inspired right down to the last word. All that is left now is for me to figure out how I can go and make a difference in this world we are living in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If life has gotten you discouraged, frustrated or just bored and your ready to awaken the Lioness with in you then I highly recommend reading this book. As Lisa says on the back cover of the book…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Women, it’s time to awaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWAKEN…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God did not save you to tame you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWAKEN…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to a life of fierce passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWAKEN…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to dangerous prayer, stunning power, and teamed purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWAKEN…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your response could very well change your world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paige"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Paige for allowing me to use your review!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-4108688648975394934?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/4108688648975394934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2011/07/lioness-arising-wake-up-and-change-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/4108688648975394934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/4108688648975394934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2011/07/lioness-arising-wake-up-and-change-your.html' title='Lioness Arising; Wake Up and Change Your World by Lisa Bevere'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-8338744949808143630</id><published>2011-05-01T17:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T17:38:20.561-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>My Review for The Priest's Graveyard by Ted Dekker</title><content type='html'>As a die-hard Dekkie, I always approach Ted's newest books with more than a little trepidation.&amp;nbsp;That's because I don't want to be disappointed. Thankfully, The Priest's Graveyard not only met my high expectations, it surpassed them a hundred fold! First of all, this&amp;nbsp;story&amp;nbsp;has heart. It's so genuine and heartfelt that I could almost feel it beating in my hands.&amp;nbsp;Danny is a gun wielding&amp;nbsp;vigilante priest&amp;nbsp;from&amp;nbsp;Bosnia who's on a one-man mission to rid the world of injustice one "viper" at a time. Renee is a recovered drug addict seeking revenge. Together they head out on a journey of discovery, justice and love.&amp;nbsp;Ted Dekker grabs hold of you from the start and&amp;nbsp;never lets&amp;nbsp;you go with&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;plot that's just my type--like a roller coaster; fast paced and full of unexpected twists! I immediately fell in love with Danny and Renee, who are, in my opinion, two of&amp;nbsp;Ted's most believable and lovable lead characters to date. The writing was smooth and flowed well throughout the entire book. Most importantly, The Priest's Graveyard left me feeling changed, challenged and inspired to love, forgive and seek&amp;nbsp;The&amp;nbsp;Truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-8338744949808143630?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/8338744949808143630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-review-for-priests-graveyard-by-ted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/8338744949808143630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/8338744949808143630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-review-for-priests-graveyard-by-ted.html' title='My Review for The Priest&apos;s Graveyard by Ted Dekker'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-3012827644035179447</id><published>2011-04-30T19:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T19:03:40.176-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Snapshot'/><title type='text'>The Gathering. Atlanta 2011.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Ze30f3Nc8/TbyUzEeoHoI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Wu4ZLj2h1tg/s1600/ted+dekker+and+i.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Ze30f3Nc8/TbyUzEeoHoI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Wu4ZLj2h1tg/s320/ted+dekker+and+i.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course, The Gathering was awesome! Ted Dekker and Kevin Kaiser (Ted's producer) were both&amp;nbsp;so nice and down to earth. April 22, 2011 is a day that I will never forget for so many reasons! For the sake of keeping this short I'm only going to talk about two of those reasons, but if you want to hear more, I would love to tell you all about it!&lt;/div&gt;Writing has always been one of my passions, but recently it's become more like&amp;nbsp;a chore. It's just seemed like I've had to force myself to write. Thankfully, all of that changed 8 days ago. That's when I went to Ted&amp;nbsp;Dekker's&amp;nbsp;Gathering in Atlanta. I told Ted about how his books always spoke to my current situation and how they always left me feeling challenged and changed and I asked him how to write books that will change the world. Well, his advice sort of threw me at first, but now it's been such an inspiration and&amp;nbsp;encouragement. He said that I should "write without an agenda. Don't worry about changing the world. Write to discover. Write about love and light and truth." He said, "That's what draws people and ultimately changes them." Since then I've thrown all of my old "writing theology" out the window and I've been writing a story that I've fallen in love with. "Broken" is IT. Besides all of the epicness that comes with meeting my favorite author for the first time and rediscovering a passion that I thought was long lost, God also sent me the friend I've really been needing! In Emily I've found a fellow Dekkie&amp;nbsp;that shares my&amp;nbsp;passion for reading and writing. She&amp;nbsp;has also been awesome at encouraging me and I hope I've been an encouragement to her too!&amp;nbsp;A big "Thank you!" to Ted Dekker&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;Emily for all of their encouragement and advice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dive Deep,&lt;br /&gt;Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-3012827644035179447?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3012827644035179447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2011/04/gathering-atlanta-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/3012827644035179447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/3012827644035179447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2011/04/gathering-atlanta-2011.html' title='The Gathering. Atlanta 2011.'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Ze30f3Nc8/TbyUzEeoHoI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Wu4ZLj2h1tg/s72-c/ted+dekker+and+i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-6225868788964158937</id><published>2011-04-19T14:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T14:56:46.435-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Snapshot'/><title type='text'>How do We Embody Patience, Love and Forgiveness in an Impatient, Hateful and Begrudging World?</title><content type='html'>Patience. Love. Forgiveness. Unfortunately, most of the time&amp;nbsp;I have&amp;nbsp;difficulty living out those words. Especially when I feel like a great&amp;nbsp;injustice has been done. My first response to such situations is usually anger-okay, maybe&amp;nbsp;it's &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; anger. I have little enough patience in day-to-day life that I have&amp;nbsp;no patience left&amp;nbsp;for those that do wrong and&amp;nbsp;know better. In my self-righteous anger I make a list of all the wrongs they've done and think about how I would love to tell them off. The&amp;nbsp;last thing on my mind is to love and forgive them. Well, God doesn't work the way. And it's a good thing too! Over and over our loving God reiterates the importance of being patient, loving our enemies and forgiving those who trespass against us. He never says, "Have patience with those that know no better." or "Love the people that love you." or "Forgive and forget the small stuff." Instead He gives us verses like:&amp;nbsp;Proverbs 19:11 "A person’s &lt;strong&gt;wisdom yields patience&lt;/strong&gt;; it is &lt;strong&gt;to one’s glory to overlook an offense&lt;/strong&gt;.", Galatians 5:22-23&amp;nbsp;"But the fruit of the Spirit is &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;, joy, peace, &lt;strong&gt;patience&lt;/strong&gt;, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law.", Colossians 3:12 "Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with &lt;strong&gt;compassion&lt;/strong&gt;, kindness, humility, gentleness and &lt;strong&gt;patience&lt;/strong&gt;." and&amp;nbsp;Luke 6:34-36 "And if you lend to those from whom you expect repayment, what credit is that to you? Even sinners lend to sinners, expecting to be repaid in full. But &lt;strong&gt;love your enemies&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;do good to them&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;lend to them without expecting to get anything back&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Then your reward will be great, and you will be children of the Most High, because he is kind to the ungrateful and wicked&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Be merciful&lt;/strong&gt;, just as &lt;strong&gt;your Father is merciful&lt;/strong&gt;." Also, our God is loving and has commanded us to love and He even paints a picture of what love is for us. 1 Corinthians 13:4-5 "&lt;strong&gt;Love is patient&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;love is kind&lt;/strong&gt;. It does not envy, it does not boast, &lt;strong&gt;it is not proud&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;It does not dishonor others&lt;/strong&gt;, it is not self-seeking, &lt;strong&gt;it is not easily angered&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;it keeps no record of wrongs&lt;/strong&gt;." We have also&amp;nbsp;been called to forgive. Colossians 3:13 "&lt;strong&gt;Bear with each other&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;forgive one another&lt;/strong&gt; if any of you has a grievance against someone. &lt;strong&gt;Forgive as the Lord forgave you&lt;/strong&gt;.", Matthew 6:14-15 "For if you &lt;strong&gt;forgive other people when they sin against you&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;your heavenly Father will also forgive you&lt;/strong&gt;. But &lt;strong&gt;if you do not forgive others their sins&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;your Father will not forgive your sins&lt;/strong&gt;.", and&amp;nbsp;Matthew 18:21-22 "Then Peter came to Jesus and asked, 'Lord, &lt;strong&gt;how many times shall I forgive my brother or sister who sins against me&lt;/strong&gt;? Up to seven times?' Jesus answered, 'I tell you, not seven times, but &lt;strong&gt;seventy times seven&lt;/strong&gt;.'" I know that these words&amp;nbsp;go against the grain of this world, but we're meant to swim upstream. God has called us to bring Him glory and what glory is there in being impatient, hateful and begrudging? The hardest things I am having to learn is to forgive and forget, love&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;sinner (but not the sin)&amp;nbsp;and have patience with the undeserving (including, but not limited to: the post office, chickens, dumb people, and my computer. Just kidding.) Trust me, those are not things I can do on my own. I have to seek God and let go of the hurt and anger inside me, which is no easy task because hurt and anger can be great comforters. Then I have to let God heal my heart.&amp;nbsp;When we do these things, we become become a light in the darkness drawing others to Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-6225868788964158937?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/6225868788964158937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-do-we-embody-patience-love-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/6225868788964158937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/6225868788964158937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-do-we-embody-patience-love-and.html' title='How do We Embody Patience, Love and Forgiveness in an Impatient, Hateful and Begrudging World?'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-5987082187034612943</id><published>2011-04-11T19:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T19:27:45.162-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Snapshot'/><title type='text'>The Priest's Graveyard by Ted Dekker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mczuc678Mw4/TaOL7qHLIBI/AAAAAAAAAIk/8lEPM7wk2f8/s1600/the+priests+graveyard+%2528Medium%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mczuc678Mw4/TaOL7qHLIBI/AAAAAAAAAIk/8lEPM7wk2f8/s320/the+priests+graveyard+%2528Medium%2529.jpg" width="118" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This time I'm not posting a review. This time I'm posting a request. Ted Dekker is poised to release his newest masterpiece on April 19th! I, like so many others, wait with&amp;nbsp;bated breath.&amp;nbsp; The Forest Guard has been issued new orders. We're on the march. To spread the word and share the message is our main goal, but for this particular mission we are charged with changing our profile pictures and&amp;nbsp;sharing the links to &lt;a href="http://fictionaddict.com/2011/04/11/ted-dekker-interview-4-11-2011/"&gt;this interview with Ted&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;a href="http://www.booklistonline.com/ProductInfo.aspx?pid=4648877&amp;amp;AspxAutoDetectCookieSupport=1"&gt;this review of The Priest's Graveyard&lt;/a&gt;. Help yourself and&amp;nbsp;me by taking a look at these links and sharing them with others! :) Thank you! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Rest assured that I'll post my review as soon as I read the book! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-5987082187034612943?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5987082187034612943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2011/04/priests-graveyard-by-ted-dekker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/5987082187034612943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/5987082187034612943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2011/04/priests-graveyard-by-ted-dekker.html' title='The Priest&apos;s Graveyard by Ted Dekker'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mczuc678Mw4/TaOL7qHLIBI/AAAAAAAAAIk/8lEPM7wk2f8/s72-c/the+priests+graveyard+%2528Medium%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-2280692184753985081</id><published>2011-03-22T16:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T17:02:57.642-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Snapshot'/><title type='text'>Books for Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I don’t want to have saved all of this stuff that’s just going to burn. Looking at my books I could almost see the flames licking at their covers now. I’m going to use up my life for Christ and store up real treasures in Eternity. I want to reach the end of my life a day late and a dollar short. I want to be spent.&lt;/em&gt; Those are the thoughts that crossed my mind earlier today and sparked this post.&lt;br /&gt;There are only a few things---material things---that I really value. Of those things, few, if any, have a monetary worth. I prize handmade gifts. Usually, they aren’t shiny or expensive, but they are meaningful and heartfelt. Because they typically represent an interest or experience that the giver and I share, these handmade treasures are worth more to me than any expensive trinket. I also love letters. From the stationary to the envelope to the words on the paper, these are probably my favorite thing. It is amazing how one little envelope with my name on it can spark such a warm feeling in my heart. I enjoy seeing the personality of the writer come out in the stationary and handwriting. I also love hearing about other people’s lives; what they like and don’t like, what they do, where they live, and how they are both different and like me at the same time. The other thing that I am attached to is my book collection. It is worth some money. I have over 100 books that reside on my bookshelves and in my heart. The list is made up of childhood favorites and relatively new works. I can remember the story of every book and I would never sell any of them---that is, until now. God has been working on all of the hearts in my family and now he’s gotten to me. My sister and her husband, as most of you know, currently have 5 girls from Eastern Europe and have two children of their own. Their home is a little cramped at the moment with 9 people and only 3 bedrooms. They also feel that God may not be finished with their adoption story. They are going to finish the upstairs so that they can accommodate their growing family. Of course, finishing the upstairs costs money! So, they have decided to sell everything they have that they don’t use. This means some sacrifice. Stephanie’s harp, engagement ring and diamond necklace are on the chopping block. My parents have also decided that this is the right thing. Mom is going to sell their class rings and a few other things. Finally, I feel a peace and a calling to sell my book collection and give the money to my sister and her family. I’m not going to sell all of them. Some I’m keeping for sentimental value and some I am giving away, but the bulk of my books are now up for sale. I was a little sad at first, but now I am at peace. You can find the list of books that I have for sale and their prices at the end of this post. Take a look and see if there’s anything that you might like! If you would like more information or shipping information please contact me. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children’s Books:&lt;br /&gt;The Good Dog by Avi = $2&lt;br /&gt;Chestnut Hill Books 1-5 by Lauren Brooke = $10 for all of them or $2.50 each&lt;br /&gt;Heartland Volume 1 (contains books 1-3) by Lauren Brooke = $10&lt;br /&gt;Heartland book 6 by Lauren Brooke = $2&lt;br /&gt;Saddle Club Books 1-13 by Bonnie Bryant = $15 for all or $2 each&lt;br /&gt;Horseshoe Trilogies #2: Last Hope by Lucy Daniels = $2&lt;br /&gt;The Phantom Stallion Series books 2-10, 13, 22, 23 and The Phantom Stallion Wild Horse Island books 1 and 3 by Terri Farley = $17 or $2.50 each&lt;br /&gt;My Side of the Mountain by Jean Craighead George = $2.50&lt;br /&gt;Old Yeller by Gipson = $2.50&lt;br /&gt;King of the Wind by Henry = $2.50&lt;br /&gt;The Snow Pony by Lester = $2.50&lt;br /&gt;Winnie the Horse Gentler book 5: Unhappy Appy by Dandi Daley Mackall = $2.50&lt;br /&gt;The Hole in the Sky by Barbara A. Mabler = $5&lt;br /&gt;Me and Katie (the pest) by Ann M. Martin = $2&lt;br /&gt;My Friend Flicka by O’Hara = $2.50&lt;br /&gt;The Trumpet of the Swan by E.B. White = $2.50&lt;br /&gt;A Series of Unfortunate Events book 5 = $2.50&lt;br /&gt;Greatest Horse Stories (3 books in 1) = $10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young Adult Books:&lt;br /&gt;Eldest and Brisinger by Christopher Paolini = $20 for both or $12 each&lt;br /&gt;The Yearling by Rawlings = $5&lt;br /&gt;Chosen and Infidel by Ted Dekker = $15 for both or $10 each&lt;br /&gt;Adult/Nonfiction:&lt;br /&gt;Hope: Lessons Learned from a Hummingbird by William Cuccia = $5&lt;br /&gt;Boneman’s Daughters by Ted Dekker = $15&lt;br /&gt;Saint by Ted Dekker = $10&lt;br /&gt;Heaven’s Wager by Ted Dekker = $10&lt;br /&gt;Faces in the Fire by T.L. Hines = $10&lt;br /&gt;The Falling Away by T.L. Hines = $10&lt;br /&gt;The Unseen by T.L. Hines = $10&lt;br /&gt;To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee = $15&lt;br /&gt;This Present Darkness and Piercing the Darkness by Frank E. Peretti = $15 for both or $10 each&lt;br /&gt;A Horse of Your Own = $10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-2280692184753985081?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/2280692184753985081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2011/03/books-for-sale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/2280692184753985081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/2280692184753985081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2011/03/books-for-sale.html' title='Books for Sale'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-7977032774588468117</id><published>2011-03-15T16:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T16:27:06.253-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Snapshot'/><title type='text'>Another Goal</title><content type='html'>I love to write and I love horses.&amp;nbsp;Now, I am going to incorporate these loves into one goal for 2011. Last night&amp;nbsp;I attended&amp;nbsp;the &lt;strong&gt;Walton County Young Riders&lt;/strong&gt; meeting. The speaker talked about the not-so-typical jobs you can have that involve horses. One of those was writing or editing content&amp;nbsp;for magazines like&lt;em&gt; Horse Illustrated&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Horse &amp;amp; Rider&lt;/em&gt;, and&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Young Rider.&lt;/em&gt; Because she mentioned it, I have been doing research about freelance writing for these publications and I like what I've read.&amp;nbsp;I can do it!&amp;nbsp;Now one of my goals is to have one of my manuscripts published by the end of the year. To do this I am going to have to work hard and write a lot. My plan is to write something every day and mail it in. Hopefully, something will make it into publication!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-7977032774588468117?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/7977032774588468117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2011/03/another-goal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/7977032774588468117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/7977032774588468117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2011/03/another-goal.html' title='Another Goal'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-6240427734075961463</id><published>2011-02-17T08:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T16:37:34.502-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letterboxing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Snapshot'/><title type='text'>More Letterboxing Fun</title><content type='html'>Thanks to the beautiful weather I was able to go letterboxing two days in a row! Day before yesterday Mom and I went to Turner Lake Park to hide a couple of my letterboxes.In my opinion,&amp;nbsp;Turner Lake Park is the hidden jewel of Covington! We found two perfect spots for my letterboxes! Turner Lake Park is now the home of Robin Hood and his companion, Little John. Yesterday Mom and I went letterboxing at Stone Mountain Park. Happily, Stephanie (my sister) and her children&amp;nbsp;Zhenya (16), Katya (13), Anya (12), Kristina (11),&amp;nbsp;Faith (8), and&amp;nbsp;Caleb (4) were able to join us! We had a blast! We started the day off by searching for a 'box near the grist mill, which was unfortunately missing. After spending some time exploring and taking pictures at&amp;nbsp;the grist mill and the surrounding area we headed over to the plantation area. Everyone, even Caleb, enjoyed looking at all of the old buildings. The best part of the plantation was probably the barnyard petting zoo. After we finished our tour of the plantation we headed over to the nature garden for lunch. Once finished with lunch we hit the nature trail and began our quest for letterboxes. Thankfully, we found two&amp;nbsp;boxes on the trail! Both of which were&amp;nbsp;adorable carves&amp;nbsp;in beautiful locations!&amp;nbsp;The nature garden and trail&amp;nbsp;is such a wonderful place even in the winter. Once we had hung out at the nature garden for a while we decided to head over to the song bird habitat and trail. We didn't do any letterboxing here, but we did really enjoy walking around and looking at nature. I really had an awesome time with Zhenya! I think she really enjoys letterboxing and I hope she'll carve a stamp soon!&amp;nbsp;As soon as we were finished basking in the solitude of nature we went to our final letterboxing destination. We looked for and found the 'box that we wanted to find at the sports pavilion. It was awesome! What a wonderful finish to our letterboxing excursion!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-6240427734075961463?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/6240427734075961463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2011/02/more-letterboxing-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/6240427734075961463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/6240427734075961463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2011/02/more-letterboxing-fun.html' title='More Letterboxing Fun'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-1458063890381985609</id><published>2011-02-09T18:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T18:37:20.592-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Snapshot'/><title type='text'>My New Business</title><content type='html'>True to my family's typical &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"&gt;entrepreneurial spirit I have started my own business! Most people who know me know that I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; horses. Now&amp;nbsp;I am going to put my knowledge and skill regarding&amp;nbsp;these beautiful animals to good use! Joker, my beloved chestnut Morgan horse, and I are offering riding lessons. For over 5 years,&amp;nbsp;we have been riding and working together and I think that we really have something to offer! I know that I am so grateful to all of the people who took the time to teach me so&amp;nbsp;many&amp;nbsp;horse related things. Whether I paid these people or not the things that they taught me have been invaluable. They have enriched my life and made riding exciting and fun! I am really&amp;nbsp;looking forward to sharing my knowledge and skills with others!&amp;nbsp;You can read all about the lessons and everything else by going &lt;a href="http://whfhorses.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;The first&amp;nbsp;private riding lesson is only $10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-1458063890381985609?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1458063890381985609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-new-business.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/1458063890381985609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/1458063890381985609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-new-business.html' title='My New Business'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-1821989760507347677</id><published>2011-01-19T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T21:42:34.779-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Snapshot'/><title type='text'>Letters from Beth</title><content type='html'>I love sending and recieving letters! I was thinking&amp;nbsp;about this&amp;nbsp;today as&amp;nbsp;I wrote a few letters to my friends.&amp;nbsp;I really do enjoy writing personalized cards and mailing them. I guess it's because I know how much it makes me happy to get something in the mail and it's so cool&amp;nbsp;to think that I can make someone else that happy by doing something I love! So, if you would like to get&amp;nbsp;a letter from Beth (lol) then email me your address&amp;nbsp;at &lt;a href="mailto:homeschooled_horse_lover@yahoo.com"&gt;homeschooled_horse_lover@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;! I would be more than delighted to send you one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-1821989760507347677?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1821989760507347677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2011/01/letters-from-beth.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/1821989760507347677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/1821989760507347677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2011/01/letters-from-beth.html' title='Letters from Beth'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-5976125379813795969</id><published>2011-01-16T14:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T14:27:55.213-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Snapshot'/><title type='text'>Centest Results and Newspaper Article</title><content type='html'>You can find out how my team did in the horse quiz bowl competition as you read the newspaper article below&amp;nbsp;that I wrote and sent in to the Walton Tribune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Walton County 4-H Horse Quiz Bowl Senior Team Places 5th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, January 15th, The Walton County 4-H Horse Quiz Bowl Senior Team came in 5th in the state horse quiz bowl competition at the Rock Eagle 4-H Center in Eatonton, GA. The team was made up of Beth Eavenson, Leah Grimes, Tori Jones, and Michelle Whiten. They were accompanied by their coach, Mrs. Sarah Grimes, and Walton County Extension Agent, Mrs. Judy Ashley. Horse quiz bowl is a competition where teams of four (sometimes five if you have an alternate) buzz in and answer questions about horses. The competition uses a double elimination bracket system. In preparation for state competition the team wrote, practiced and memorized questions about horses and the horse industry. They learned about everything from Arabians to Shires (horse breeds), strongyles to strangles (parasites and diseases), Secretariat to Peter McCue (famous horses) and everything in between. Now that the horse quiz bowl season is over for these 4-Hers, they will begin preparing for Horse Judging and Hippology (the scientific study of horses). Practices will start in March. If you would like more information about these upcoming practices and competitions contact the Walton County Extension Agency at (770)267-1324.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Beth Eavenson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-5976125379813795969?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5976125379813795969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2011/01/centest-results-and-newspaper-article.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/5976125379813795969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/5976125379813795969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2011/01/centest-results-and-newspaper-article.html' title='Centest Results and Newspaper Article'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-7992905968049012936</id><published>2011-01-14T23:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T23:59:17.058-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Snapshot'/><title type='text'>Horse Quiz Bowl Competition 2011!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is the big day! Early in the morning Tori, Leah, Michelle, Mrs. Judy, Mrs. Sarah, and I will be on our way to Rock Eagle 4-H Center for the state horse quiz bowl competition. Once there we will put our knowledge to the test and hopefully show off our skills. All season we have written, read, practiced, and memorized hundreds of questions all about horses. We've studied everthing from Falabellas to Shires, equine periodic opthalmia to laryngeal hemophlagia, stongyles to strangles, and everything in between! Here's the best part! If we win we get to go to Denver, Colorado for the national horse quiz bowl competion. How awesome would that be???? The answer is: VERY, VERY AWESOME! I pray that we remember all we've learned, stay calm, and do our best. So, wish us luck and try to answer this quiz bowl question: Why must you cansider the age and size of the rider when purchasing a horse?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-7992905968049012936?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/7992905968049012936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2011/01/horse-quiz-bowl-competition-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/7992905968049012936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/7992905968049012936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2011/01/horse-quiz-bowl-competition-2011.html' title='Horse Quiz Bowl Competition 2011!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-3925458839175123577</id><published>2010-12-31T23:59:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T19:05:21.026-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Snapshot'/><title type='text'>Good Bye 2010! Hello 2011!</title><content type='html'>Well, another year is coming to a close! This has been a truely wonderful year! I have enjoyed all of the good things and realized that the bad things that have happened have happened for a reason. The&amp;nbsp;five most wonderful and memorable things that have happend in my life this year are:&lt;br /&gt;1. My gaining four --yes, four-- nieces this year! Three of which came into my family by adoption (which is a wonderful thing!)&lt;br /&gt;2. The building of my barn! Even though it isn't finished yet! It has been and continues to be a wonderful learning experience for everyone that works on it and it has also&amp;nbsp;provided plenty of material for my blog.&lt;br /&gt;3. Getting my learner's permit! I read the driver's manual, studied for the test, paid to take the test, and passed the test all by myself! I was/am so proud!&lt;br /&gt;4. Going to the Southern Regional 4-H Competition in Clemson, South Carolina and getting to compete in Hippology (the scientific word for the study of horses). And my team even placed in two of the five devisions! We got third in team problems and fifth in horse judging!&lt;br /&gt;5.Going to the letterboxing event. It was so neat to see how a hobby can bring so many interesting and different people from all walks of life together.&lt;br /&gt;After looking back on the past I feel that it's high time to look to the future! On my list of things to accomplish/do/work at/etc. is:&lt;br /&gt;1. Grow closer to God through reading my Bible and praying. I hope to read through the entire Bible in 2011.&lt;br /&gt;2. Live a healthier lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;3. Get/stay caught up in school.&lt;br /&gt;4. Read more. More classics, review books,&amp;nbsp;inspirations, fiction, fantasy, maybe even a couple of biographies!&lt;br /&gt;5. Blog more. I've only written half of what I should have this year!&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have to blog about for 2010! What are your momorable moments from 2010 and what are your goals for 2011? I'd love to hear about them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-3925458839175123577?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3925458839175123577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/12/good-bye-2010-hello-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/3925458839175123577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/3925458839175123577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/12/good-bye-2010-hello-2011.html' title='Good Bye 2010! Hello 2011!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-1424967690785253554</id><published>2010-12-28T19:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T19:23:16.568-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Snapshot'/><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>Oh my! I can't believe Christmas has come and gone already! This was the most wonderful Christmas yet! I had all of the family gatherings, shopping trips, delicious dinners, and of course delightful presents I could wish for! Let me start from the beginning! My brother and his family came up about a week before Christmas. While they were here we went on the Annual Sibling Shopping Trip (where just Clay, Paige, Stephanie, Jack, and I go shopping), The Butler family Christmas Party (my mom's side), The Eavenson Family Christmas Party (my dad's side), and the family photo shoot. The most exciting of all of those activities was definitely the family photo shoot! Oh boy! It was one &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;crazy &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;day! (You can read more about that event &lt;a href="http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-miracle.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.) We had a wonderful time together and I was sorry to see my brother and his family leave on Christmas Eve even though I knew they had to if they wanted to get to Paige's family's farm before Christmas. After they left we all got new pajamas on Christmas Eve and Christmas presents on Christmas day. I love everything I got and I think everyone else does too! It's important to peer behind the commercialism sham and remember, appreciate and give thanks for the real reason for the season! Christmas day commemorates the day when the Son of God was born and God's plan to save us began to unfold. Merry belated Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-1424967690785253554?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1424967690785253554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/1424967690785253554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/1424967690785253554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-2101836728341797465</id><published>2010-12-28T19:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T19:17:22.400-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Snapshot'/><title type='text'>A Christmas Miracle</title><content type='html'>It was family picture day!&amp;nbsp;Everyone got all dressed up and we posed away! We were having a pretty good time, but of course all good things &lt;em&gt;must&lt;/em&gt; come to an end! We were out in the front yard right next to the horse fence and "friendly" Red Rock wanted attention. Everyone was at their wits end with him because he just wouldn't go away or leave us alone! That's all well enough until you ad the fact that we had all three of the family dogs out there and two of them were off leash and just happened to have hidden herding talents! Well, there went Buddy and Chase chasing and barking and biting at Red Rock. Red Rock was not about to be run off so easily though! He started kicking, biting, bucking, and&amp;nbsp;snaking (an aggressive herding behavior used by dominant horses to discipline disobedient underlings) at the dogs. There were several close calls for both of the pups, but then there was one well placed kick and one poorly placed dog head that ended with Buddy knocked out cold. He slowly rose up after almost being stomped (but Red Rock changed his mind about killing Buddy after Buddy was incapacitated) to death. Instead of walking Buddy limped, the convulsed and kept falling over. We all thought he was a goner! There was a lot of Crying and praying as Jack and Stephanie rushed Buddy to the vet! Buddy isn't just any dog-- he's &lt;em&gt;Faith's&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;dog. Those two love each other to death and Faith would be heart broken if Buddy died! Here's the Christmas miracle part: Buddy is fine! Not a broken bone or even a concussion! The vet said he was knocked out for a moment and probable had a seizure, but everything else is fine! Whew we were all very&amp;nbsp;relieved!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-2101836728341797465?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/2101836728341797465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-miracle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/2101836728341797465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/2101836728341797465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-miracle.html' title='A Christmas Miracle'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-300906942489950355</id><published>2010-12-18T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T03:05:56.453-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letterboxing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Snapshot'/><title type='text'>The Event</title><content type='html'>No, not the T.V. show, the &lt;strong&gt;letterboxing&lt;/strong&gt; event. So, I've been looking forward to this event for months! I love to letterbox and I thought it would be cool to meet other letterboxers and to make some exchanges (you swap signature stamp images with other 'boxers). Mom and I went to the event today! It was so much fun! We got there early and were a little nervous, but the host made us feel perfectly at home. We went&amp;nbsp;in,&amp;nbsp;logged into the event book (the book that's there to keep up with everyone that came), and stamped the event stamps into our books, fixed a plate of food, and started making exchanges. We probably met around thirty people, exchanged with about as many and that was only half the people there! Everyone was super nice. We enjoyed explaining our trail names and putting faces with the stamps and trail names that we've seen before. It was a very diverse group of people! There were little kids, teenagers, twenty-somethings all the way through senior citizens! It was a wonderful experience just getting to chat with everybody! At one time the host walks up to me and asks, "Do you know what getting cootied means?" I said yes and asked if I happened to have any cooties on me (cooties are little itty bitty stamps that travel from person to person. They can be on clothespins, hair clips, in boxes, anything. They don't have to have logbooks and usually don't. Once cootied you log them in your book and hide them on another person, in an unattended purse or coat, etc.) it turned out that I had two attached to my hoodie at the time. I logged them in my book and infected someone else with them. Before we left I checked my hoodie for more cooties and didn't find any. Well, I had only thought I had&amp;nbsp;escaped! When I got home I discovered three more cooties! Two in my bag and one on my hoodie! What fun! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-300906942489950355?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/300906942489950355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/12/event.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/300906942489950355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/300906942489950355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/12/event.html' title='The Event'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-2478543102449611046</id><published>2010-12-12T00:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T23:36:56.068-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letterboxing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Snapshot'/><title type='text'>Letterboxing at Stone Mountain</title><content type='html'>Today, Mom and I set off to Stone Mountain Park for some letterboxing and other fun stuff. We started with the ambitious goal of finding seven letterboxes in&amp;nbsp;one outing. We started in an area of the park that we were pretty familiar with and we were pretty confident in our ability to find the two boxes there. Both clues mentioned the same very specific landmark. Well, we found about 6 such places, but none of them were &lt;em&gt;the landmark&lt;/em&gt;. We had been searching for over half an hour when Mom mentions that the picture in one of the clues appears to have been taken from waaaaaaay up. So, we broadened our search zone and ,finally, I spotted &lt;em&gt;the landmark&lt;/em&gt;!&amp;nbsp;There were only a few&amp;nbsp;obstacles between me and&amp;nbsp;success! One of those obstacles just&amp;nbsp;happened to be a huge (over five foot high) "step" up. After climbing up and over&amp;nbsp;the ledge, I hiked the remaining&amp;nbsp;seventy-five steep&amp;nbsp;yards (after the first hundred and fifty yards) up the mountain to the first letterbox. Yay! Success! But there was one more letterbox and I had come way too far and taken too much time to leave without retrieving&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;both&lt;/strong&gt; boxes! Well, the mountain got steeper as I breathlessly climbed the last thirty or so yards and snagged that last box! Victory was mine! Now all I had to do was try not to break my neck as I made my way back to &lt;em&gt;the landmark &lt;/em&gt;where Mom was waiting. By this time, my knees were shaking because I was both tired and afraid. We stamped the stamps and hid the first box. Then&amp;nbsp;I had to drag myself back up there and hide the second box. The hardest and scariest part was the descent because there are tons of little rocks and a few ice patches on an already steep mountainside, but thankfully Mom and I both made it down safely. At the end of our adventure I reiterated the fact that letterboxing takes you to places you would never have been otherwise-- like halfway up the backside of Stone Mountain! Haha! Don't get me wrong- the view was great (I could see the lake over the treetops and a ton of the surrounding landscape) and the boxes were cool and the adventure was fun! Plus it &lt;em&gt;only &lt;/em&gt;took us a little over an hour and a half!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-2478543102449611046?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/2478543102449611046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/12/letterboxing-at-stone-mountain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/2478543102449611046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/2478543102449611046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/12/letterboxing-at-stone-mountain.html' title='Letterboxing at Stone Mountain'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-5963282783271520473</id><published>2010-11-23T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T13:05:35.569-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>Homeless for the Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Homeless for the Holidays is a wonderful, charming, inspirational, heartwarming, family friendly movie! This is the perfect movie to watch this time of year. I really enjoyed watching Homeless for the Holidays with my family. I especially loved that it’s a movie with an important message. In Homeless for the Holidays you follow the story of a successful man who goes from climbing the corporate ladder as fast he can to losing everything he has just in time for the holidays. Along the way he realizes that the important things in life are not the things that are bought and sold, but that faith and family are what life is really about. He also discovers the importance and joy of giving. This movie was awarded five out of five Dove Seals by the Dove Foundation which means this movie is family approved and you can’t say that about very many movies now. Another “fun fact” about this movie is that it is based on a true story. I really enjoyed watching this movie and I hope that you do too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;(I received this product for free from the BuzzBlogger program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-5963282783271520473?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5963282783271520473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/11/homeless-for-holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/5963282783271520473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/5963282783271520473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/11/homeless-for-holidays.html' title='Homeless for the Holidays'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-2988381906445207764</id><published>2010-11-04T22:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T22:45:15.651-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Barn Raising'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Snapshot'/><title type='text'>A Barn Raising. Part 6.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcYgZov56Hw/TNM__vUu63I/AAAAAAAAAFw/LaQlGg6Dj2Y/s1600/11-4-10+barn+pictures,+pumpkin+carving+048+(Small).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcYgZov56Hw/TNM__vUu63I/AAAAAAAAAFw/LaQlGg6Dj2Y/s320/11-4-10+barn+pictures,+pumpkin+carving+048+(Small).jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Barn&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿Uncle Steve returned to us this past Sunday and we are all greatly relieved. Carter was unable to come because he got a job (from what I understand it involves bug catching for science.) He&amp;nbsp;is greatly missed by all (especially when something heavy needs lifting down at the barn. lol) Uncle Steve, Dad and Jack have made great progress and the barn&amp;nbsp;is really taking shape. We now have a hay loft&amp;nbsp;floor,&amp;nbsp;the first section of the&amp;nbsp;ridge board and a couple of the second tier of rafters. It's so exciting to see it all come together! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xcYgZov56Hw/TNNAE-IdjTI/AAAAAAAAAF0/5jhj8YlzkiM/s1600/11-4-10+barn+pictures,+pumpkin+carving+050+(Small).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xcYgZov56Hw/TNNAE-IdjTI/AAAAAAAAAF0/5jhj8YlzkiM/s320/11-4-10+barn+pictures,+pumpkin+carving+050+(Small).jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The loft floor from below&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xcYgZov56Hw/TNNAOoN9kFI/AAAAAAAAAF8/OQ9Fg5BXRbI/s1600/11-4-10+barn+pictures,+pumpkin+carving+072+(Small).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xcYgZov56Hw/TNNAOoN9kFI/AAAAAAAAAF8/OQ9Fg5BXRbI/s320/11-4-10+barn+pictures,+pumpkin+carving+072+(Small).jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a long way down&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xcYgZov56Hw/TNNASlmAjFI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9cHN0tiwyTw/s1600/11-4-10+barn+pictures,+pumpkin+carving+079+(Small).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xcYgZov56Hw/TNNASlmAjFI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9cHN0tiwyTw/s320/11-4-10+barn+pictures,+pumpkin+carving+079+(Small).jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hard at work&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcYgZov56Hw/TNNAv8RuhdI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ilIA17xBsPA/s1600/11-4-10+barn+pictures,+pumpkin+carving+094+(Small).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcYgZov56Hw/TNNAv8RuhdI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ilIA17xBsPA/s320/11-4-10+barn+pictures,+pumpkin+carving+094+(Small).jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The floor&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcYgZov56Hw/TNNA1g3f5tI/AAAAAAAAAGU/DL9n5CFcBM0/s1600/11-4-10+barn+pictures,+pumpkin+carving+100+(Small).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcYgZov56Hw/TNNA1g3f5tI/AAAAAAAAAGU/DL9n5CFcBM0/s320/11-4-10+barn+pictures,+pumpkin+carving+100+(Small).jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A precarious position&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xcYgZov56Hw/TNNA316KXVI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bUdIzzt71g0/s1600/11-4-10+barn+pictures,+pumpkin+carving+124+(Small).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xcYgZov56Hw/TNNA316KXVI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bUdIzzt71g0/s320/11-4-10+barn+pictures,+pumpkin+carving+124+(Small).jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;They inspect their work&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xcYgZov56Hw/TNM_8w0TQPI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-mk85Ly87qc/s1600/11-4-10+barn+pictures,+pumpkin+carving+132+(Small).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xcYgZov56Hw/TNM_8w0TQPI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-mk85Ly87qc/s320/11-4-10+barn+pictures,+pumpkin+carving+132+(Small).jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quite literally, The End.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-2988381906445207764?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/2988381906445207764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/11/barn-raising-part-6.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/2988381906445207764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/2988381906445207764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/11/barn-raising-part-6.html' title='A Barn Raising. Part 6.'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcYgZov56Hw/TNM__vUu63I/AAAAAAAAAFw/LaQlGg6Dj2Y/s72-c/11-4-10+barn+pictures,+pumpkin+carving+048+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-4430862687566179440</id><published>2010-10-21T17:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T17:53:03.364-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>The Seven Minue Difference and The Seven Minute Daily Planner by Allyson Lewis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;After her life changing seven minute experience, Allyson Lewis wrote &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;The Seven Minute Difference. &lt;/i&gt;She has laid out a practical plan for success full of easy-to-accomplish small steps. Allyson Lewis has a great writing style which makes this book one of the few nonfiction books that I can really say that I’ve enjoyed reading. She points out and explains everything that you need to know to succeed including the importance of knowing your purpose, having written goals and using small steps. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;The Seven Minute Life Daily Planner &lt;/i&gt;is the perfect companion to the book. It is easy to use and practical. All of the pages are laid out well and it provides plenty of instructions so that you can be confident that you know what you are doing. It provides a place where you can define your purpose, prioritize, and set goals (big or small) and achieve them one small step at a time. I’ve already recommended this book and planner combination to friends and family and will continue to do so because I believe that everyone can benefit from reading this book and using the planner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I received this&amp;nbsp;product&amp;nbsp;for free&amp;nbsp;from the&amp;nbsp;BuzzBlogger program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255)&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/3519529853479740529-4430862687566179440?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/4430862687566179440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/10/seven-minue-difference-and-seven-minute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/4430862687566179440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/4430862687566179440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/10/seven-minue-difference-and-seven-minute.html' title='The Seven Minue Difference and The Seven Minute Daily Planner by Allyson Lewis'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-5616937220061080858</id><published>2010-10-20T10:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T23:36:56.068-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letterboxing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Snapshot'/><title type='text'>My Trip to Mississippi</title><content type='html'>I recently returned from a fun, family trip to Mississippi. My family (my mom, dad and I plus my sister, her husband and their 6 children [Zhenya, Katya, Anya, Kristina, Faith, and Caleb]) went to see my brother, Clay, sister-in-law, Paige, nephew, Cade, niece, Clair, and my newest niece, Baby Caris (insert "awwww" here). We made the journey so that we could celebrate Cade's birthday and see everybody. It was awesome! They had the party at &lt;a href="http://mitchellfarms-ms.com/"&gt;Mitchell Farms&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;which is a fun farm and working farm owned and operated by Paige's grandparents, The Mitchells. We had a great time doing everything there was to do at the farm including the corn maze, the pool of corn (yes, you can play in a giant pool full of corn), playing on&amp;nbsp;the playground,&amp;nbsp;taking the tour of the farm in the tractor-pulled wagon, seeing all of the animals in the animal barn (they have ducks, quail, a rabbit, a fox, sheep, a miniature donkey, chickens, and even a pair of peacocks!), and seeing all of the historic buildings. We also got some behind the scenes stuff like getting to ride in the vintage Jeep (it's over 50 years old and still runs)&amp;nbsp;all over the 4-wheeler trails with my brother (that was one of my favorite parts). I had an awesome time! I got to travel to a state that I've never been to before, hold Baby Caris (feel free to "awwww" again), hang out with my brother and his family, have a great time at Mitchell Farms, stay at a hotel (which was really nice,&amp;nbsp;had cable and an incredible free breakfast spread! Did I mention we got to stay for &lt;em&gt;free&lt;/em&gt; thanks to Marriott points?), and&amp;nbsp;letterbox in another state (found a 'box and planted one too!) So, to sum it up: Mississippi was awesome! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-5616937220061080858?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5616937220061080858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-trip-to-mississippi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/5616937220061080858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/5616937220061080858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-trip-to-mississippi.html' title='My Trip to Mississippi'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-3580073855632495174</id><published>2010-10-10T22:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T22:43:25.830-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Snapshot'/><title type='text'>10/10/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xcYgZov56Hw/TLJ3a76NdYI/AAAAAAAAAFg/pNozMvSSxI4/s1600/10-10-10+beths+birthday+and+chinese+students+070.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xcYgZov56Hw/TLJ3a76NdYI/AAAAAAAAAFg/pNozMvSSxI4/s320/10-10-10+beths+birthday+and+chinese+students+070.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Cake!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Today was my birthday! It has been an absolutely awesome day! I had five of my friends come over yesterday and we went to see the movie &lt;em&gt;Secretariat &lt;/em&gt;(Which was great!) then almost everybody spent the night at my house. Today we went to church and then came back to my house for&amp;nbsp;cake and ice-cream. My sister made the coolest cake ever! It looked exactly like what&amp;nbsp;our barn is going to look like! I couldn't believe how good it looked! For my birthday I got gift certificates, money, a book, personalized horseshoes, and&amp;nbsp;a wall hanger for the barn&amp;nbsp;for holding jackets, halters and the like. I am also in the process of getting barn! :) One of my favorite things was when my brother called and gave me some great advice. He said, "Don't waste your life.&amp;nbsp;Work hard or do what you love, but don't just sit around." Clay, I plan on doing both of those things in the years to come (The working hard and doing what I love part not the sitting around part)! Thanks to everyone who made today so special!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Beth, who thinks that&amp;nbsp;this was the best birthday yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-3580073855632495174?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3580073855632495174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/10/101010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/3580073855632495174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/3580073855632495174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/10/101010.html' title='10/10/10'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xcYgZov56Hw/TLJ3a76NdYI/AAAAAAAAAFg/pNozMvSSxI4/s72-c/10-10-10+beths+birthday+and+chinese+students+070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-7611906565771887603</id><published>2010-10-04T18:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T23:36:56.069-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letterboxing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><title type='text'>Letterboxing</title><content type='html'>I love letterboxing! If you're wondering what letterboxing is maybe this will help:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Letterboxing is an intriguing pastime combining artistic ability with "treasure-hunts" in parks, forests, and cities around the world. Participants seek out hidden letterboxes by cracking codes and following clues. The prize: an image from a miniature piece of art known as a rubber stamp—usually a unique, hand-carved creation. Letterboxers stamp their discoveries in a personal journal, then use their own rubber stamp, called a &lt;i&gt;signature stamp&lt;/i&gt;, by stamping it into the logbook found with the letterbox, perhaps writing a note about the weather or their adventures in finding the letterbox." &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.atlasquest.com/"&gt;http://www.atlasquest.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I have 21&amp;nbsp;finds and 5 traditional&amp;nbsp;plants&amp;nbsp;under my belt. I love figuring out clues and finding the boxes. Plus, the clues usually take you to beautiful and unique places that you may never have found otherwise. My mom calls me a "prolific carver." It is so much fun to draw a design and then carve it out! I don't even know how many stamps I've made. Besides the traditional letterboxes there are also postals, LTC's, and&amp;nbsp;hitchhikers all of which I hope to expand on later. For more information about letterboxing you can&amp;nbsp;go &lt;a href="http://www.atlasquest.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;or &lt;a href="http://www.letterboxing.org/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-7611906565771887603?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/7611906565771887603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/10/letterboxing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/7611906565771887603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/7611906565771887603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/10/letterboxing.html' title='Letterboxing'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-5986266194639092020</id><published>2010-10-04T18:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T18:36:23.558-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Barn Raising'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Snapshot'/><title type='text'>A Barn Raising. Part Five.</title><content type='html'>I'm not even going to say anything about missing a&amp;nbsp;several days of posting.&amp;nbsp;Let's all just accept that things like that are going to happen and move on. Uncle Steve and Carter left&amp;nbsp;several days ago&amp;nbsp;to go back home. But don't panic! They are coming back sometime after October 15th. The barn has all of&amp;nbsp;its posts, lower rafters, etc. but before we can move on (put the upper rafters and the roof on) we need scaffolding. If you happen to have some scaffolding that isn't being used or know someone who does please let me know.&amp;nbsp;So, besides that there isn't much else to be said about the barn for now, but be prepared for a barrage of barn related posts in the near future. Did I happen to mention that I am SO EXCITED ABOUT HAVING A&amp;nbsp;BARN THAT&amp;nbsp;I JUST MIGHT EXPLODE!?! No? Well, I am and now you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-5986266194639092020?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5986266194639092020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/10/barn-raising-part-five.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/5986266194639092020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/5986266194639092020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/10/barn-raising-part-five.html' title='A Barn Raising. Part Five.'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-5219020061989151397</id><published>2010-09-23T08:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T08:30:53.580-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Barn Raising'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Snapshot'/><title type='text'>A Barn Raising. Part Four.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcYgZov56Hw/TJyZ4JqUWEI/AAAAAAAAAFI/F93p4PrmvT0/s1600/100_3560+%28Medium%29.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcYgZov56Hw/TJyZ4JqUWEI/AAAAAAAAAFI/F93p4PrmvT0/s320/100_3560+%28Medium%29.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, yeah, I missed another day of posting, but yesterday was busy. Even though I didn't have too much hands-on work with the barn because I babysat my nieces and nephew. I did, however,&amp;nbsp;get to go down there and be amazed.&amp;nbsp;It really is starting to look like a barn, especially since they started putting rafters up!&amp;nbsp;It may sound like this whole thing has just been&amp;nbsp;smooth sailing, but yesterday and&amp;nbsp;today haven't been without excitement. We realized a couple of mistakes and are doing our best to either fix them or cope with them. The most popular phrases have been, "It's just a barn," meaning that whatever happens will be okay because it's just a barn and "Put a nail in it!" meaning hurry up&amp;nbsp;and do something because it'll never be perfect.&amp;nbsp;So far, I think it's a rather fine piece of construction despite it's flaws and I'm&amp;nbsp;ready to have it finished! I can picture it all already! Although that doesn't really&amp;nbsp;mean much because I've been able to picture it since we poured the concrete. Now it just seems so close and real! I can't wait! I think we're planning&amp;nbsp;to paint it "Barn Red" with white trim in the classic barn style. I have already started designing the interior and planning how to keep it clean and as close to bug-free as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-5219020061989151397?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5219020061989151397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/09/barn-raising-part-four.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/5219020061989151397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/5219020061989151397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/09/barn-raising-part-four.html' title='A Barn Raising. Part Four.'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcYgZov56Hw/TJyZ4JqUWEI/AAAAAAAAAFI/F93p4PrmvT0/s72-c/100_3560+%28Medium%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-6959737330778944766</id><published>2010-09-21T16:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T16:53:21.805-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Barn Raising'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Snapshot'/><title type='text'>A Barn Raising. Part Three.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcYgZov56Hw/TJkXGRv65eI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CcloDWKvu7w/s1600/Barn++Raising+9-20-10+(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcYgZov56Hw/TJkXGRv65eI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CcloDWKvu7w/s320/Barn++Raising+9-20-10+(1).jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After lots of hard work and humor the posts are up. Both of the building inspectors came out yesterday and they admitted that they didn't know anything about building a barn. One inspector said they were using S.W.A.G. (Scientific Wild&amp;nbsp;Burro Guesses). They had come mainly to inspect the post holes. We had painstakingly dug all 16 holes to a 3 foot depth to&amp;nbsp;match the requirements. The inspectors walked over and looked at a couple of the holes and said something to the effect of, "Looks about right," without even measuring! So, with that ordeal thankfully behind us, we continued.&amp;nbsp; Little did dad know that all of the posts would be&amp;nbsp;in the holes before he got home from work. He called us in a little bit of a panic about it all&amp;nbsp;and mom let him think that we hadn't gotten anything done. Boy, was surprised when he pulled up the driveway! Uncle Steve and my cousin, Carter, had&amp;nbsp;put all of the posts in the holes. After dad got home and got over his shock, we squared up the posts and cemented about half of&amp;nbsp;them in. Today, we've been working on getting the rest of them done. Apart from the roof, walls and doors we've got ourselves a barn already. That's the glass-one-quarter-full view for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-6959737330778944766?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/6959737330778944766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/09/barn-raising-part-three.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/6959737330778944766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/6959737330778944766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/09/barn-raising-part-three.html' title='A Barn Raising. Part Three.'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcYgZov56Hw/TJkXGRv65eI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CcloDWKvu7w/s72-c/Barn++Raising+9-20-10+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-2747517768480275068</id><published>2010-09-20T09:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T09:31:00.472-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Barn Raising'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Snapshot'/><title type='text'>A Barn Raising. Part Two.</title><content type='html'>I forgot to post yesterday because we were pretty busy. Early in the day&amp;nbsp;I cleaned house so that it would be ready for our company. While I was doing that mom, dad and Jack measured and marked where the holes should be. Later, my uncle and cousin arrived and that's when we really started working. Dad and Jack dug holes with the two-man auger&amp;nbsp;and my cousin and I cleaned the holes out with post hole diggers. So, needless to say, my shoulders are sore.&amp;nbsp;Today the building inspector is coming to inspect the holes and after that we're going to put the posts up. I think that today the barn might really start looking like a barn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-2747517768480275068?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/2747517768480275068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/09/barn-raising-part-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/2747517768480275068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/2747517768480275068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/09/barn-raising-part-two.html' title='A Barn Raising. Part Two.'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-6466213937745560015</id><published>2010-09-18T22:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T09:31:00.472-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Barn Raising'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Snapshot'/><title type='text'>A Barn Raising. Part One.</title><content type='html'>I'm not quite sure how many parts this will have because this is a huge undertaking. We really started building the barn three years ago when we had the concrete pad poured, but we haven't done much since then. Yesterday is when we really made progress. We had lumber and dirt delivered and we had a bobcat come and make the surrounding ground level with the concrete. Today, while dad and Jack cut out places in the concrete to put the posts in, the rest of our family watched. While we weren't watching we were doing odd jobs like turning the hose on and off, bringing lemon ade to the workers, opening and closing gates, and fetching tools. Tomorrow my uncle and cousin are coming. Hopefully the work will go faster. On the scedule for tommorrow we have: digging post holes and having fun!   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-6466213937745560015?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/6466213937745560015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/09/barn-raising-part-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/6466213937745560015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/6466213937745560015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/09/barn-raising-part-one.html' title='A Barn Raising. Part One.'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-5011896115518821455</id><published>2010-09-17T09:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T09:31:00.473-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Snapshot'/><title type='text'>An Old Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Yesterday I&amp;nbsp;found some of my old writings while cleaning my room.&amp;nbsp;This is the first part of a short story that I had started but never finished. I've done a little editing and I've made it a little more like my current style (because my style has changed a bit in the last year or so). It's just a fantasy story full of frivolity. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;In another village nestled in the middle of another country many years ago, a memorable thing happened. Philington Sprousenhimer came upon an unsuspicious can as he was snipe hunting on the town's main highway (which was more like a dirt path) as he did on every other snipe hunting day. Philington snatched up the can because he was a recycling kind of person. His interest grew when he realized that the can was unopened. Unfortunately, he could not read the label for all the dirt, but our dear Philington was undaunted. He whipped out his handkerchief and rubbed the can vigorously. Eventually the words became visible. "Fresh Genie in a Can," Philington read aloud. Turning the can, he read the directions. "Step one: read label. Step two: Llama had a Little Goat (a very popular children's song at the time). Step three: read step four. Step four: remove and eat label. Step five: open can and enjoy.” Philington deliberated for a while. He weighed&amp;nbsp;the dangers of eating a dirty label and, even worse, having Llama had a Little Goat stuck in his mind forever. Philington was so lost in thought that he passed his own house and walked right into his neighbor's. After noticing his mistake, he scurried out of the door unnoticed. "Well, here goes nothing," he mumbled before singing Llama had a Little Goat and then choking down the nasty label. Once he arrived at his own house Philington began searching for a can opener. After a little while he grabbed the can opener triumphantly. Philington opened the can. You won't believe what popped out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;... ... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;You'll have to wait until next week to find out what happens!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-5011896115518821455?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5011896115518821455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/09/old-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/5011896115518821455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/5011896115518821455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/09/old-story.html' title='An Old Story'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-4206973934889031965</id><published>2010-09-16T19:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T09:31:00.473-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Snapshot'/><title type='text'>A Snapshot</title><content type='html'>Several people I know are taking one picture a day for an entire year. I love the idea! Except... photography is not really my thing, but writing is! So, I thought to myself, "what if I &lt;em&gt;write&lt;/em&gt; a snapshot a day?" So, that is exactly what I am going to do! I'm not sure what I'll write each day... maybe a&amp;nbsp;journal&amp;nbsp;about my day, maybe a short story or a&amp;nbsp;poem. But that's all&amp;nbsp;part of the appeal! I must admit that knowing that I have to write something everyday is a bit daunting, but what great adventures aren't at first glance?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-4206973934889031965?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/4206973934889031965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/09/snapshot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/4206973934889031965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/4206973934889031965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/09/snapshot.html' title='A Snapshot'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-6566821724039743968</id><published>2010-09-13T22:54:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T11:29:36.167-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>The Falling Away by T.L. Hines</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xcYgZov56Hw/TI-Tr5rsSXI/AAAAAAAAAEU/-Se2aRl1lz4/s1600/the+falling+away.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xcYgZov56Hw/TI-Tr5rsSXI/AAAAAAAAAEU/-Se2aRl1lz4/s320/the+falling+away.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I’ve read several books by Hines and have loved every one of them. This one is no different. The Falling Away is a supernatural thriller about a crippled veteran ironically named Dylan Runs Ahead. Whether he realizes it or not, Dylan has been running all of his life. He’s been running from the reservation, from his past, from his future, and from his destiny. Quinn and Li are about to make him face all of the demons that Dylan’s been running from. The writing, as always, is superb. It all flows perfectly and you’re hooked after just a few words. One of my favorite things about the book is the fact that Hines gives you the background story on his characters and that really brings them to life. The plot is original and takes many twists and turns. If you like a supernatural thriller with lifelike characters and a captivating writing style then this book is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I received this book free from the publisher through the BookSneeze.com &lt;http: booksneeze.com=""&gt;book review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255 &lt;http: 16cfr255_03.html="" cfr="" nara="" waisidx_03="" www.access.gpo.gov=""&gt;: “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-6566821724039743968?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/6566821724039743968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/09/falling-away-by-tl-hines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/6566821724039743968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/6566821724039743968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/09/falling-away-by-tl-hines.html' title='The Falling Away by T.L. Hines'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xcYgZov56Hw/TI-Tr5rsSXI/AAAAAAAAAEU/-Se2aRl1lz4/s72-c/the+falling+away.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-2095008100292024884</id><published>2010-09-10T11:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T11:40:23.606-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>Immanuel's Veins by Ted Dekker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xcYgZov56Hw/TI-XV8hXlNI/AAAAAAAAAEk/hqq-ByKrVlA/s1600/immanuels+veins.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xcYgZov56Hw/TI-XV8hXlNI/AAAAAAAAAEk/hqq-ByKrVlA/s320/immanuels+veins.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ted Dekker really takes you for a ride in Immanuel's Veins! Immanuel's Veins is a redemptive romance where it all comes down to wooing the Bride. The characters are well developed and easy to relate to. The whole story is laid out so well that it really is believable. Good and evil materialize in Toma, one of Catherine the Great's best and most loyal warriors, and Vlad, a mysterious Russian royal. Amidst all of the revelry, wine and love bites there is a desperate battle raging for Lucine's love. It was invigorating and inspiring to read a story that hits so close to home for all of us who share a fallen spiritual history, but now live redeemed by the blood of Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-2095008100292024884?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/2095008100292024884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/09/immanuels-veins-by-ted-dekker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/2095008100292024884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/2095008100292024884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/09/immanuels-veins-by-ted-dekker.html' title='Immanuel&apos;s Veins by Ted Dekker'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xcYgZov56Hw/TI-XV8hXlNI/AAAAAAAAAEk/hqq-ByKrVlA/s72-c/immanuels+veins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-866521407903735828</id><published>2010-08-17T18:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T18:04:55.071-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>Jesus Lives by Sarah Young</title><content type='html'>Jesus Lives by Sarah Young is an awesome devotional book. It is uniquely written, is Biblically based, and talks about topics that can really be applied to your life. Sarah Young wrote this book in a writing style that I have never seen before. Each of the one hundred and eighty devotions is written as if from Jesus to us. Every devotion is based on the Bible, (which is important because we all need to be feeding on the word every day), and she includes several verses that apply to each topic. My favorite thing about this book is that all of the topics really do apply to my life. The topics include: Adversity, Control, Depending on Him, Desiring Him, Endurance, His Faithfulness, Fear, The Future, Heaven, Grace, Prayer, and Renewing your mind. One of the devotions that I found to be really true is the one on fear. “Fearfulness is a form of bondage. … People are born into a world in spiritual bondage, including bondage to fear. Because you inhabit both a fallen world and a fallen body, it isn’t easy to break free from fearfulness. However, the spirit of adoption can help you in this struggle, enabling you to see yourself as you truly are: a much-loved child of God!” Isn’t that true? Through these devotions (and many more) Sarah Young addresses real questions and problems that you and I face in our everyday lives. As a result of tackling these real life issues, spending time in God’s word and in prayer you grow in your relationship in Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-866521407903735828?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/866521407903735828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/08/jesus-lives-by-sarah-young.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/866521407903735828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/866521407903735828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/08/jesus-lives-by-sarah-young.html' title='Jesus Lives by Sarah Young'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-8671940840530283548</id><published>2010-08-09T09:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T18:05:29.940-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><title type='text'>My Family</title><content type='html'>My sister-in-law recommended that I blog about my family so that is exactly what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that my family is far from normal, but that is one of the reasons that I love my family so much! In my immediate family I am the youngest of three. My brother is 18 years older than me and lives in Florida with his wife and (who I mentioned earlier and who gives great advice.) and three children (who are all adorable!). My sister is 16 years older than me and lives next door (approximately 80 steps from my front porch to her back door.) with her husband and six children. Two of her children are biological, one is adopted from Russia and three are adopted from Ukraine and have been here just a little over three months. Despite the fact that they have only been here for a little while we all love them like they've been here forever! My parents are wonderful! And because they are older (but by no means old!!!) they have given me a unique perspective. I have an appreciation for the little things (as cliché as that may sound.). I notice the trees as they bud and bloom and I marvel at the magnificent array of colors displayed on the trees in the fall all because my mom and dad point them out to me. My mom homeschooled my brother and my sister and now she homeschools me (yes, I do have friends. No, I don't wear floor length denim skirts.) and I love being homeschooled! This is just a "bare bones" account of my immediate family (and one that I hope does them justice.) and I plan on writing more about the family members already mentioned and telling about the rest of my family soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-8671940840530283548?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/8671940840530283548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/8671940840530283548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/8671940840530283548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-family.html' title='My Family'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-4636210711278609680</id><published>2010-06-15T16:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T16:15:58.783-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><title type='text'>Ella's Escapades</title><content type='html'>This is the tale of Ella, the miniature schnauzer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day Ella was minding her own business, just sniffing around like all dogs do when happened upon a piece of ABC (Already Been Chewed) gum. So, Ella decides to chew the bright pink gum because it smells so good and looks so strange. Little did she know just how sticky gum is. When the gum was tangled in the fur around her mouth and even stuck to her paws she came to me. I had to hold in my laughter at the sight of her because she had gotten herself into quite a mess. I snatched her up and marched her to my mom. I was planning on shaving all of her fur of, but mom said she could get the gum out with peanut butter. Ella thought that was a great idea and had the best time licking the peanut butter off once we had gotten all of the gum out of her fur. Just a few hours later Ella asked to go out in the back yard and so I let her out. Ella was just minding her own business again when this time she found BBQ sauce and grease all over the grass under the grill. Jack had been grilling and apparently the grease trap is missing so all of the grease ended up on the ground. It was a long time before I realized Ella hadn't returned. I went out and called for her and then I came back in thinking someone must have already let her in. I still couldn't find her so I went outside again and soon I found her. She was covered in grease with her white fur stained brown. She was sticky and smelled like BBQ. We quickly gave her a bath and had her all nice and clean. We thought that we had seen the end of our troubles with Ella at least for the day, but no, apparently the combination of peanut butter and grease had wreaked havoc on her stomach and she threw up. After cleaning that up we went to bed. In the morning I let Ella out into the back yard like I always do and Ella came back covered in grease again! So, after another bath I am hoping that I have seen the end of Ella's escapades.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-4636210711278609680?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/4636210711278609680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/06/ellas-escapades.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/4636210711278609680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/4636210711278609680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/06/ellas-escapades.html' title='Ella&apos;s Escapades'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-6440139530349666692</id><published>2010-05-24T15:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T18:05:29.941-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><title type='text'>To My Wonderful Parents</title><content type='html'>I have always known that I am lucky to have parents who love me so much and who love each other and who love the Lord but it really touched me for my mom to tell me just how much they loved me. She was telling me how long they waited for me and how excited they were when I came into the world. So, Mom and Dad, I just wanted to say thank you for everything that you do. For loving me unconditionally, for loving each other, for loving the Lord, and for raising me with Godly values. I know that I can be rebellious, argumentative, and generally difficult to be around at times and I want to thank you for putting up with me during those times and for gently correcting me. I thank you for encouraging my love of animals, nature, reading, and writing. You will probably never know how much it means to me to have your approval and support. Thank you for being quick to forgive and slow to anger. You are both such great role models for me. Mom, I want to have your patient and encouraging heart. Dad, I want your prayerful spirit and love and compassion for people in need. I just wanted to let you and everyone else know how much you both mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;~Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-6440139530349666692?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/6440139530349666692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-my-wonderful-parents.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/6440139530349666692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/6440139530349666692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-my-wonderful-parents.html' title='To My Wonderful Parents'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-7158935947802359925</id><published>2010-04-28T22:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T22:22:52.185-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Forest Halls. A Poem.</title><content type='html'>The trees of the forest conceal great halls&lt;br /&gt;Their trunks and branches form the walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leafy limbs reach over head&lt;br /&gt;Lush green moss makes the bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delightful dances here commence&lt;br /&gt;The dancers are creatures no one can place in a fence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air, perfumed by petals so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Intensifies with the mid day heat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As tempting as this place might be&lt;br /&gt;My destination is calling me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I trek away from here&lt;br /&gt;I promise to return some other year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-7158935947802359925?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/7158935947802359925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/04/forest-halls-poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/7158935947802359925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/7158935947802359925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/04/forest-halls-poem.html' title='Forest Halls. A Poem.'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-8698922906420376694</id><published>2010-04-15T13:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T18:05:29.941-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>I know that it's a little late for the typical Easter post, but I believe that Easter is something to be celebrated all year long. &lt;br /&gt;Easter is my favorite holiday and it's about a lot more than some eggs, candy and a bunny. Easter is the day that represents our day of salvation. It is the day that the son of God rose from the dead after being in the grave for three days. But let's rewind. Jesus was born sinless (of a virgin), lived a perfect life, spent his time teaching the truth, healing people (both physically and spiritually), and Jesus did many miracles. Then he was betrayed by one of his own followers and then the son of God who was sent to save us was put to death by us (Don't worry God planned it this way). Jesus hung on a cross and even as He died He forgave us. Well, our lives would be pretty depressing if not for Easter because here we would be eternally separated from our Creator, but God didn't leave us that way. On the third day (Easter) Jesus rose from the dead and later ascended to heaven, but He left us His spirit, The Holy Spirit to work in our hearts and lives. &lt;i&gt;Jesus&lt;/i&gt; did all of this in payment of &lt;i&gt;our&lt;/i&gt; debt because &lt;i&gt;we&lt;/i&gt; should have died. For &lt;i&gt;our&lt;/i&gt; sins the perfect son of God died for us. &lt;i&gt;He&lt;/i&gt; died for &lt;i&gt;us&lt;/i&gt;. This is our hope and our salvation. This is why we celebrate Easter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-8698922906420376694?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/8698922906420376694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/8698922906420376694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/8698922906420376694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-66790574687734283</id><published>2010-04-02T10:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T18:05:29.942-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><title type='text'>What Makes Good Characters</title><content type='html'>I love to read and I love a good under-dog-down-and-out-come-back-making protagonist, but every time I read the sob story or back ground of my favorite character I want them to get a little recognition for their acomplishments, relish in their success or take a little wallow in self pitty. I guess that's because if I were in their position I would want to. Amazingly they never do. And I think that's why I like those characters so much. Because even when they have the right to do nothing or the right to do what they want they don't. Instead they sacrifice something or everything without asking for anything in return. That's the kind of person I would like to be. I want to live such an unselfish life. Wouldn't it be amazing to be someone who does great things for a bigger purpose than just "me"? And I can't think of a bigger or better purpose than God's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-66790574687734283?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/66790574687734283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-makes-good-character-ma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/66790574687734283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/66790574687734283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-makes-good-character-ma.html' title='What Makes Good Characters'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-178100902804755093</id><published>2010-03-25T23:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T23:45:24.202-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><title type='text'>Anger Management</title><content type='html'>I didn't know that I could be so mad at a group of people in all my life. Just a few days ago, what at this time seems like the beginning of the end of America as we know it was passed by our government. I'm not even going to go into everything that I think is morally and constitutionally wrong about this healthcare bill-made-law, but I am going to delve into my reaction to the news in order to make my point... Well, I was filled with what I considered "righteous" anger. So much so that that I thought my chest might burst with because of the rage inside of me. I lashed out at the T.V. and all of the turncoat "conservative" democrats that voted to let the bill pass. But then bam! God hit me with a Bible verse that I had read earlier. "And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to His plan." Romans 8:28 I was comforted by these words because they mean that God is in control and that no matter how bad things seem now He will work them out for my good (even if good isn't good by worldly standards.) After rereading the verse I decided to let go of my anger, but I knew that I couldn't do it by myself. So, I prayed and asked God to take the anger and the hatred from my heart and to through it out. You would not believe the imediate relief that I felt! To be clicé it was like a weight had been lifted off of me. It is always best to go to God first and to hand over worries, problems, questions, and runaway emotions to God first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-178100902804755093?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/178100902804755093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/03/anger-management.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/178100902804755093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/178100902804755093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/03/anger-management.html' title='Anger Management'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-7076548084575817972</id><published>2010-03-15T17:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T22:46:13.307-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><title type='text'>Neglect and a New Direction</title><content type='html'>So, as you might have noticed I've been neglecting my blog, but it's not just that, I've been neglecting a gift God gave me. A while back God pointed out to me that writing was one of my strong points and I really believe that He had been sharpening my ability when pride got in the way of me using a gift for God's glory. I started a blog with zero expectations. I thought that just family and friends would read it and that thought was some what freeing. I could write whatever and expect only praise and constructive criticism, but then the stat counter I had installed started to show that a lot of people from all over were Reading my blog. That planted a seed of pride in my heart. I would write a post and instead of thanking God for the skill and words He had given me I would read it and pat myself on the back. Eventually my pride led to selfcontiousness and my blog began to lose the transparency I had loved and my words sounded hollow and "preachy" even&lt;br /&gt;to me. All of this ended with my not writing anything at all. Now I am rededicating my gifts to God's glory. Because of this rededication I am not going to restrict the blog by only making certain kinds of posts. I'm going back to the basics and the genuine writing style that I used to have. I also feel called to make a commitment to write something every day (even though I'm not sure how much of it I'll post) because it's like a wise person recently told me, "Gifts are like muscles, if you don't use 'em you lose 'em."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-7076548084575817972?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/7076548084575817972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/03/neglect-and-new-direction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/7076548084575817972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/7076548084575817972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/03/neglect-and-new-direction.html' title='Neglect and a New Direction'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-331477588431687197</id><published>2010-02-04T18:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T18:47:53.617-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><title type='text'>Gardening</title><content type='html'>It's that time of year again! It's time to start gardening! Right now is the stage between the changing seasons... It's after the coldest, shortest days of winter, but before the warming, blooming days of spring. Yesterday I bought some seeds for my herb and flower gardens and today I planted the first seeds! I stated the planting process by pulling weeds and stones from one of our garden boxes. This task was more difficult than I had first thought it would be. It was cold outside and I had no gloves so by the time I was half way through my fingers were numb and covered in dirt. Once I had cleared my enemies (the weeds) from the battle field (the garden box) I went inside to thaw my fingers. After warming up I dug shallow little rows, placed the tiny poppy seeds carefully, gently covered them with dirt, and then covered them with straw to keep the rain from washing the seeds away. The work has just begun. I'll have to thin out the plants once they sprout and I'll have to keep the weeds at bay. Gardening today reminded me of our relationship with Jesus. It reminded me of how we have to prepare our hearts by pulling the sin from our lives, how we have to read God's word daily and bury it in our hearts, and how we have to continually weed out the sin in our lives so that we will bloom and make God's name famous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-331477588431687197?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/331477588431687197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/02/gardening.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/331477588431687197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/331477588431687197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/02/gardening.html' title='Gardening'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-627462720592623879</id><published>2010-01-21T09:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T09:58:26.598-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>Recently I have been having unusually vivid dreams... The fact that they are so realistic isn't all that strange it's the fact that I am remembering them well after I wake up that's weird. In the first dream I was running a marathon and suddenly all of the racers had to come to a halt because a bridge was broken in half. The bridge appeared to have a river of water rushing over the broken part and people were up on the bridge catching alligators like normal people would catch fish. Then I was sitting in front of a Target and I was texting my friend C.H. there was a group of runners that I knew and we were all waiting for C.H. and as we are waiting we begin to realize that none of us have ever met C.H. in person. I then get a text saying that C.H. is in the museum of natural history which is just down the street. We go to look for him and I remember looking at all the displays. C.H. had told us to especially be sure to look at a certain type of duck. We get there and he's no longer there. He texts me and says that he went ahead to the Target. So we all rush back there and I am about to see him when *poof* I wake up!  The second dream was so real and I remembered it in such detail that I was on the phone with my best friend and I asked her about her new kitten only to realize that she had only gotten a kitten in my dream! Isn't that strange? Even though I now know that it was only a dream I remember Kristin telling me that she had gotten a new kitten and I was so mad her for not getting it from me. While I was on the phone with her I was thinking that since wasn't mad anymore I would be nice and ask her how her new kitten was doing. She said, "What kitten? Beth, I don't have a kitten." At that moment I knew that it had all been a dream.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had dreams that were so real that you had to stop and think about whether or not that had actually happened?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-627462720592623879?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/627462720592623879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/01/dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/627462720592623879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/627462720592623879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/01/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-6748324995681739282</id><published>2010-01-01T18:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T18:41:30.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Can you believe that it's 2010 already? I am amazed that the year whent by so quickly! I quietly brought in the new year with my family. We had comfort foods, played ping-pong, watched Bringing Up Bobby, and we simultaneously watched the Peach in Georgia and the Ball in New York fall. &lt;br /&gt;My 4 goals for the year are:&lt;br /&gt;1)To have a healthier life style&lt;br /&gt;2)To have a dailing quiet time&lt;br /&gt;3)To spend more time in prayer&lt;br /&gt;4)To live a life of love, compassion, and mercy&lt;br /&gt;I plan on keeping these and I would love to know what your resolutions are for 2010! One of things that I have to look forward to this year is turning 15 and getting my learner's permit.&lt;br /&gt;Letters From Beth is also in for some changes this year including a make over, possibly a web address change, new book reviews and give aways, and much more!&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;~Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-6748324995681739282?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/6748324995681739282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/6748324995681739282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/6748324995681739282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-2527295920460308255</id><published>2009-12-16T14:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T14:32:25.619-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><title type='text'>It's Beginning to Look a lot Like Christmas</title><content type='html'>As Christmas day approaches it's easy to get caught up in shopping, decorating, etc. It's also easy to forget about the true meaning behind Christmas. I know that I am just as guilty of staying busy all through the season as anybody else. I make a wish list, buy presents, decorate the tree, attend Christmas parties, and I start to focus on the material part of it. But presents and parties are what man has added to this day. The real meaning of Christmas is to celebrate the birth of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. We have to realize that the gifts we give can never amount to the gift that Jesus already gave to us; eternal life with our creator, God, by offering His life. So, as the season progresses I encourage you to put down the presents, sit back and reflect upon what Jesus did for you and to read the account of his birth that you can find in the Bible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-2527295920460308255?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/2527295920460308255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/2527295920460308255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/2527295920460308255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='It&apos;s Beginning to Look a lot Like Christmas'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-7037793615437655970</id><published>2009-12-05T13:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T14:04:05.914-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><title type='text'>Good Books</title><content type='html'>There are many sayings concerning books including "Don't judge a book by its cover.", "Anyone who says they have only one life to live must not know how to read a book.", "A good book has no ending.", and "The worth of a book is to be measured by what you can carry away from it." While these quotes tell us some about good books they don't help you know how to find one. Well, I know from experience that a good book is hard to find. There are millions of books. There are classics and new best sellers. But how do you know which book will make a good read? I know that I read books based on suggestions or reviews so I have decided to compile my own little list of favorites. I hope that you'll decide to pick one up, read it and enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classics:&lt;br /&gt;A classic book is an older book that despite its age hasn't lost any of its meaning. Here are a few classics I recommend.&lt;br /&gt;*The Lord of the Rings trilogy by J.R.R. Tolkien. Not only are these books filled with magic, mystery and adventure but they are backed with a Christian allegory telling of the struggles of a Christian with temptation and sin. Tolkien is also accredited with basically creating the whole Sci-Fi genre.&lt;br /&gt;*Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson&lt;br /&gt;*Call of the Wild by Jack London&lt;br /&gt;*The Time Machine by H.G. Wells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modern Greats:&lt;br /&gt;A modern great is a book that I believe will one day be a classic but is too recent to be.&lt;br /&gt;*The Circle Series (Green, Black, Red, White) by Ted Dekker. The Circle series about a young man named Thomas. You follow Thomas from our planet to "Other Earth" and back. It's a tale of love and forgiveness that is filled with action and power. You could begin the series as I did and read the books in the order they were written in (Black, Red, White, Green) or you could start with book Zero and read the books in the order the author now intends them to be read in (Green, Black, Red, White). You decide because these books truly do form a circle.&lt;br /&gt;*The Oath by Frank E. Peretti&lt;br /&gt;*The Noticer by Andy Andrews&lt;br /&gt;*A Million Miles in a Thousand Years by Donald Miller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miscellaneous:&lt;br /&gt;Any other good books I could think of.&lt;br /&gt;*The Paradise Novels (Showdown, Saint, Sinner) by Ted Dekker&lt;br /&gt;*This Present Darkness by Frank E. Peretti&lt;br /&gt;*The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien&lt;br /&gt;*Black Beauty by Anna Sewell&lt;br /&gt;*Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;*Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;*The Phantom Stallion series (24 books) by Terri Farley&lt;br /&gt;*The Summer Hill Secrets series by Beverly Lewis&lt;br /&gt;*The Left Behind series by Tim LaHay and Jerry B. Jenkins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-7037793615437655970?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/7037793615437655970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/12/good-books.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/7037793615437655970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/7037793615437655970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/12/good-books.html' title='Good Books'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-7214060922195452411</id><published>2009-11-25T16:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T16:02:30.103-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><title type='text'>Giving Thanks</title><content type='html'>With the holidays kicking off tomorrow I thought this post would be appropriate. Seeing as Thanksgiving is tomorrow I would like to share a few of the things that I'm thankful for. I'm thankful for my savior, Jesus, who died for me. I'm thankful that I live in a free country where I'm free to worship God. I'm thankful for my family and friends whom I love and who love me. I'm thankful for where I live and that I have a home and food to eat. I'm thankful for a good many things and this lists just a few of those things. I think that our thankfulness shouldn't stop or start with Thanksgiving. But rather we should be thankful every day of the year. We really have been given alot. just think about it... If you're reading this you have a computer or at least access to a computer. So there's a start for your thankful list. So, be thankful, have a happy Thanksgiving, etcetera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-7214060922195452411?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/7214060922195452411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/11/giving-thanks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/7214060922195452411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/7214060922195452411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/11/giving-thanks.html' title='Giving Thanks'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-3435913318012903875</id><published>2009-11-12T19:35:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T22:43:56.634-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><title type='text'>New People and Friends</title><content type='html'>I know just how hard it can be to make new friends. Everyone tends to gravitate toward who they know, myself included. As a shy kind of person I find it difficult to thrust myself into a group of new people, so I tend to stay on the fringes of a crowd and observe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, I'm at a bit of a disadvantage with youth at church. A lot of the people in my youth group know each other from school. Everyone is friendly, but when the "greeting time" is over people go sit with others that they know. I do that, too. And most of the time that works okay. But sometimes the two people that I know are not there and I find myself sitting alone or beside one of the adult leaders. When this happens I think, "I really wish that someone would invite me to sit with them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that I'm a part of the problem. I'm shy. So, instead of meeting new people I'm stickin' with my friends. We should follow Jesus' example and love the "insiders" and the "outsiders". We should be focusing on Christ and living our ways according to His plan. And because the two greatest commandments both involve love (loving God first and your neighbors second) I believe that that it what I should be doing. Because I know how hard it is for me to include myself in someone else's conversation and how hard it is to find someone to sit with. When I see the "new kid" walk in I should invite them to sit with me and include them in my conversation. I'm going to try to do this. How about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-3435913318012903875?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3435913318012903875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-people-and-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/3435913318012903875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/3435913318012903875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-people-and-friends.html' title='New People and Friends'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-6105065856494156404</id><published>2009-10-21T17:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T17:38:35.740-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>Green by Ted Dekker</title><content type='html'>Do you know what over a million people, including myself, have been waiting for? Green-- The beginning and the end of the famed Circle Series by Ted Dekker. With high expectations, I began reading. As with the other Circle books I was on the edge of my seat from the start. Ted Dekker's writing style really brought the characters alive in my mind. Green is the birth and fulfillment of a great story that spans two realities about love, forgiveness, redemption, second chances, war, peace, Elyon, and a man named Thomas Hunter. With all of its twists and turns I'm sure that You'll be reading late into the night like I was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-6105065856494156404?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/6105065856494156404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/10/green-by-ted-dekker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/6105065856494156404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/6105065856494156404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/10/green-by-ted-dekker.html' title='Green by Ted Dekker'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-3992027859524455695</id><published>2009-10-21T17:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T17:38:35.740-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>TIME: Great Discoveries</title><content type='html'>Besides the obvious faults that a creationist can find with a book like TIME: Great Discoveries, I really enjoyed this book. The information that it provides and the wide range of topics that it covers from all kinds of geographical locations is great just as the title implies. From mummies in Egypt to Yellowstone Nation Park. The photos are always in the right place to perfectly illustrate the meaning of the words. I do have one warning to readers. If you purchase this, some of the pictures are graphic and could be disturbing to younger children. These include the illustrations in the "mummy" and "bog people" sections.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-3992027859524455695?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3992027859524455695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-great-discoveries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/3992027859524455695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/3992027859524455695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-great-discoveries.html' title='TIME: Great Discoveries'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-3584495323919048532</id><published>2009-10-14T17:20:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T17:38:43.888-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><title type='text'>Getting Older</title><content type='html'>I happened to be inspired to write this due to my recent birthday. I'm going to skip the details about my party, and instead I'm going to talk more about what I have learned by growing older. I admit that I'm not too terribly old and because of that I don't have nearly as much experience and wisdom as other people. Despite this I do want to express my own thoughts on the subject of aging anyways. We all are growing older. That is a fact that the majority of us fight against. Or maybe we are fighting the symptoms of getting older. We dye hair, try our best to erase wrinkles, etc. I'm not sure exactly why we do it. I am pretty sure that our dislike of getting older has to do with living in a fallen world. Maybe our fear of death or the inevitable is what drives us to such lengths. Let's go back to the beginning, when God had first created the world and everything in it. There was no death or dying so I assume that we didn't age either. Then Adam and Eve sinned and we were cast out of the garden and death began. I'm guessing that aging and the effects of aging started then, too. Perhaps covering gray hairs and wrinkles is another way that we try to bring ourselves back to Eden. A way to cheat death. Or a way to lie to ourselves about dying. But I know that I no longer have to fear death. Because my savior conquered death! It no longer has power over me or anyone else who follows Jesus! I have already died to this world and I live again. Oh death where is your sting? My God died and rose again. Death had no hold over Him! Because He loved us He died for us so that we could have hope, be made whole again, be right with our creator, and go to heaven instead of hell. So, I don't care if I age. It's what's going to happen and I'm okay with that because I know the ending of my story. I may not know how I'll get there but I know that however I arrive whether old or young I know the end. We win. Jesus prevails and so we prevail. Whatever happens in my lifetime I must remember my purpose so that I don't get distracted by petty thing of this world. Our purpose as Christ followers is to bring glory to God in all that we do and to bring as many people to Christ as we can. So remember this and do not fear growing older or death unless you don't have a relationship with my best friend, Jesus. If you don't know him personally then I encourage you to send me an email so we can talk about Jesus and what he's done for you and me. If you would like to talk more about the stuff that I touched on here then email me at: homeschooled_horse_lover@yahoo.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-3584495323919048532?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3584495323919048532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/10/getting-older.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/3584495323919048532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/3584495323919048532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/10/getting-older.html' title='Getting Older'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-3749570511250685987</id><published>2009-10-05T15:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T16:26:42.390-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>Hope: Lessons From A Hummingbird</title><content type='html'>Unfortunately, I really couldn’t identify with William M. Cuccia’s book, Hope: Lessons from a Hummingbird. However, I did learned many facts about hummingbirds. Cuccia used those facts to draw parallels about life and living. Many points of the story are good, especially the point made about redemption. Cuccia suffered from rage and depression which was destroying his marriage. He and his wife rescued a hummingbird and by learning lessons from a hummingbird, God brought healing and hope. I really don’t like to find fault in a book, but I must point out a few of the book’s downsides. The writing, though heartfelt I’m sure, sometimes came across as hokey. William Cuccia repeated himself often and because of this I had a hard time enjoying the book. His ideals and faith, to me, seemed somewhat shallow. He talks about being a normal guy and I agree that we are all pretty normal, but God takes normal people and transforms them into extraordinary vessels for His work. Cuccia didn’t seem to reflect that in his book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-3749570511250685987?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3749570511250685987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/10/hope-lessons-from-hummingbird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/3749570511250685987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/3749570511250685987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/10/hope-lessons-from-hummingbird.html' title='Hope: Lessons From A Hummingbird'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-5871596950699635233</id><published>2009-10-05T11:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T16:26:58.610-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><title type='text'>A Trip To Callaway Gardens</title><content type='html'>My parents and I went to Callaway Gardens last Saturday. IT was my first time ever going to the gardens and my dad's also. My mom had gone when she was a little girl. We had so much fun exploring the gardens and being inspired by the natural and artificial beauty in the gardens. We went to the birds of prey show and I learned lots of things that I had never known about some of God's most interesting winged creations. Like how the owls' eyes are not spheres but are light bulb shaped and that we see the smallest part of their eyes. That is why they can't move their eyes and they have to move their heads instead. Another fact about owls' is that their ears are not symmetrical. One ear is higher on its head than the other. This gives the owl a kind of surround sound. We also participated in a scavenger hunt in the backyard habitat part of the gardens. The backyard habitat is full of fun facts about how to create your own certified backyard habitat for wildlife and I learned about the 4 things that make up a good habitat. Food, water, cover, and a place to raise young. Another thing that we did was go and see the vegetable garden there. In the garden we told time by a human sun dial, potted a parsley plant that I got to take home, and did a leaf pounding. The thing that I think was the most fun though was going to the butterfly atrium. The butterfly atrium is a big glass building that they keep at about 98 degrees. It's filled with all kinds of tropical butterflies and everything a butterfly could ever want. You get to walk with the butterflies and sometimes a butterfly will land on you. You could also watch all kinds of butterflies hatch out of their chrysalises in another part of the building. I really enjoyed the entire experience and I recommend going if you want a fun way to come closer to God's creations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-5871596950699635233?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5871596950699635233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/10/trip-to-callaway-gardens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/5871596950699635233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/5871596950699635233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/10/trip-to-callaway-gardens.html' title='A Trip To Callaway Gardens'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-1463531422356633332</id><published>2009-10-03T22:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T16:27:04.974-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><title type='text'>And The Winner of Letters From Beth's First Book Giveaway Is...</title><content type='html'>Emily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, Emily, for winning a free copy of &lt;em&gt;A Million Miles In A Thousand Years&lt;/em&gt; by Donald Miller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all of my contestants for participating in Letters From Beth's first book giveaway! Be sure to keep your eye out for future giveaways and other fun stuff here on my blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-1463531422356633332?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1463531422356633332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-winner-of-letters-from-beths-first.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/1463531422356633332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/1463531422356633332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-winner-of-letters-from-beths-first.html' title='And The Winner of Letters From Beth&apos;s First Book Giveaway Is...'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-890834784762119678</id><published>2009-09-29T15:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T16:46:07.510-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><title type='text'>A Million Miles in a Thousand Years by Donald Miller</title><content type='html'>Donald Miller’s book is great for writers and readers alike. As an aspiring writer, I found his insight very helpful. Not only do his writings refer to writing better stories on paper but he also talks about how he wrote a better story for himself and how you can too. Follow Don on his character transformation journey as he edits his life for the big screen and ends up editing his life for real. And we learn with him what makes a story and a life meaningful. As a Christian, I found Don’s writings of life as a story and God as the author of all of our stories and lives refreshing. I am sure that you will be moved as I was by his book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Comment on this post and include your name and email address in the body of the comment to enter in a drawing for a free copy of this book on Saturday. Good luck and spread the word. (By the way, when you include your name you will be automatically subscribed to receive email updates from my blog. You will receive a confirmation email and are free to accept or decline.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-890834784762119678?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/890834784762119678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/09/million-miles-in-thousand-years-by.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/890834784762119678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/890834784762119678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/09/million-miles-in-thousand-years-by.html' title='A Million Miles in a Thousand Years by Donald Miller'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-1094756296748820904</id><published>2009-09-25T20:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T15:37:05.109-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><title type='text'>The County Fair</title><content type='html'>My dad and I went to the fair last night. It's become a tradition that we go every year. The strange thing about county fairs is they can be characterized by five things you normally try to avoid. One, Screaming. Two, Manure. Three, Grease. Four, Ex-cons (or current ones). Five, Dishonesty. I for one enjoy the fair either despite or possibly because of these things. I don't like to ride the rides they have so, instead I watch other poor souls climb aboard the death traps. We usually stand far enough away not to be sprayed with puke or carnage. I always look for the "Oh Crud" moment. First you see everyone excited and happy in line. Then and they take their seats and are strapped in by the con- I mean machine operator their excitement begins to wane and the were happy conversations turn to nervous chatter. And the moment before the operator throws the switch their faces turn a shade or two lighter and there is no more talking unless they're begging to get off (On one ride we watched this teenager at the last moment cried out that she wanted her mom but it was too late and the machine began its course.). On the ride everyone screams, believes that the car they're in is going to fly off the tracks, and I'm sure a few have found Jesus on one of those terrifying rides. I stand contentedly on the ground through all of this and smile and wave to the survivors as they disembark. But now we shall move on. The manure from the show cows and pony ride ponies doesn't really bother me because I have horses and I guess I've built up an immunity to the smell but I listed it because I know that it must bother some people. You can smell the grease from a half a mile away. It may be hazard to your health and come from the unknown but the greasy, fried things they stuff down your throat at the fair are worth the risk I suppose. A corn dog and french fries are about the healthiest main course you can find. And if you have a "hankering" for anything battered and deep fried (Or if you wish to have heart attack with every bite) you can find the food for you at the fair. The list includes deep fried candy bars, dough, cheese cake, and even the butter is battered and fried. I won't talk about the convicts any more. And I will not talk about the freak shows because I don't go through those. Just seeing the posters for the people and animals they display (or in my opinion exploit) make me sad and sick to my stomach. Have you ever noticed that almost no one ever wins the games at the fair? I'll point out one in particular that is especially crooked. The basket ball hoop game. The hoop is the key to the charade. It's not a round, regulation hoop. It's oval in shape. But when you see it from the angle they place you at it appears to be totally normal. It is not impossible to score you just have to be alot more acurate. It must be a "nothing but net" shot. I admit that I still enjoy the fair but mostly because of its more understated activities like looking at the exhibits, 4-H petting zoo, looking at all of the winning fair entries, and watching the cattle or sheep shows. I hope that you have a great time the next time you're at the fair and tell me what your favorite fair food is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-1094756296748820904?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1094756296748820904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/09/county-fair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/1094756296748820904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/1094756296748820904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/09/county-fair.html' title='The County Fair'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-1428289504037149898</id><published>2009-09-21T18:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T20:15:18.707-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>As I Walk By The Lake In My Dreams - a Poem</title><content type='html'>Yesterday afternoon I was tired so, I took a nap in the living room and I had a dream. Because of my over active imagination matched with being cooped up inside due to the rain means that I read and write alot more than usual and so, my dream ended up being turned into a poem. I hope that you enjoy reading is as I enjoyed participating in the dream and writing it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep only to awake&lt;br /&gt;And find myself walking down the shore of a lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dragon then rises from his stream bed&lt;br /&gt;Water like jewels his back does shed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I begin to turn away as reality calls me from the scene&lt;br /&gt;When a pair of sea turtles intervene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flapping their flippers they fly&lt;br /&gt;Their green coloring I happen to spy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One after the other&lt;br /&gt;They flew over my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leader gives me a wink and I waved&lt;br /&gt;A spot in my heart this dream land has saved&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-1428289504037149898?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1428289504037149898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/09/as-i-walk-by-lake-in-my-dreams-poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/1428289504037149898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/1428289504037149898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/09/as-i-walk-by-lake-in-my-dreams-poem.html' title='As I Walk By The Lake In My Dreams - a Poem'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-5637161273833594769</id><published>2009-09-18T21:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T20:13:11.271-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>TIME For Kids: President Obama</title><content type='html'>I was pleasantly surprised by &lt;em&gt;TIME For Kids: President Obama&lt;/em&gt;. As someone who is not infatuated with President Obama I was afraid that the book would sing his praises on every page and have little to no facts. I was happy when I began reading and found that the book was full of so many wonderful facts and pictures. The images go perfectly with what the book is saying and the book features tons of fun facts about President Obama. It also talks about his family, his daily schedule, the jobs that come with the presidency, past presidents, the White House, important people in Washington, and lots of other things besides. This is a great book for children and adults! I'm sure everyone who reads this will learn something new!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-5637161273833594769?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5637161273833594769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/09/time-for-kids-president-obama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/5637161273833594769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/5637161273833594769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/09/time-for-kids-president-obama.html' title='TIME For Kids: President Obama'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-4308216025414767227</id><published>2009-09-16T22:52:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T20:13:24.060-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><title type='text'>A Bit Of My Politics</title><content type='html'>I admit that, as people, President Obama and I would probably get along pretty well. I could see my family inviting his over for dinner or the other way around. I'm sure that he is a loving husband and caring father and I admire his accomplishments. It's when it comes to politics and morals that I begin to have problems with Obama. I abhor the fact that abortions are legal at all. And don't even try to give me the whole "choice" speech! Who gives the baby (that is what it is, a human being with rights from the very beginning,) the choice to live? I would love to give Obama the benefit of the doubt and say that he makes the choice to support this horrible practice because of ignorance but, I'm afraid that's not the case. I feel that he knows but chooses to disrespect the most basic of human rights which is the right to life. So, to put this in the strongest of terms: Barack Husein Obama has the blood of thousands of innocent children on his hands. When he dies he will have to answer to God (whether he believes he exists or not) for these murders. And if he happens to accept Jesus into his heart to save him he will reach heaven and have to face all the children who never got the chance to live on earth. I also find it hard to believe that Obama's health care reform plan will solve anything. He is preaching change when this exact (or close to exact) same plan has been placed in other countries and failed. What kind of change is that? (I don't think the the old saying, "If at first you don't succeed, try and try again." really applies to this.) Once again I would like to be able to blame this lack of insight on ignorance but again I don't think that is the case. Obama is a man with a plan -or agenda- and is very intelligent. In a way I respect him for his cunning and use of strategy. He is a masterful illusionist, well trained in the art of slight of hand. Always keeping his audience watching one political move (typically of little consequence) at the same time he pushes his next big object on the agenda. With the right mindset Obama would have made a wonderful president. He is already well educated, admirable, intelligent, a great speaker, and very convincing. But, in my opinion he's not putting those gifts to the best use. It seems that he does all of this with selfish motives; fame, power, etc. (Really it would be tough not to run for president without having those at least in the back of your mind.) Now, just imagine if he decided to give all of the glory to God, if he used the Bible to help make his choices, prayed to God to know what to say, and humbled himself enough to give it all over to Christ. How amazing would that be to have a humble, caring president who was concerned not just for himself, his agenda, and his own popularity, but a president who cared what God thought first and cared more about others than himself? I have only covered a tenth of what I would have liked to cover and not in as much detail as I want to provide, but I hope that this will help others understand my point of view. By the way, I would like to mention that I wrote this without once calling Obama or his supporters names or making a big deal out of race. I will end this without name calling but now I will mention race. I'm not even going to go back to his half white heritage but I would like to point out that we are all really one race and we are all equal. The human race is made up of many beautiful colors, shades, and variations. And the last time that I checked the most important parts of a person were their mind and soul and those are not affected by the amount of melanin in your skin.&lt;br /&gt;Once again I welcome you to comment though there are some regulations. All comments are moderated and if they include foul language, name calling, etc. your comment will not be published.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-4308216025414767227?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/4308216025414767227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/09/bit-of-my-politcs.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/4308216025414767227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/4308216025414767227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/09/bit-of-my-politcs.html' title='A Bit Of My Politics'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-3300108315321744761</id><published>2009-09-11T14:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T20:13:24.061-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>I love music, though probably not with the passion that some people I know do. In this department of expression I have varying tastes. Even though most if not all of my music falls under the "Christian" genre the styles can be very different. From the bubbly techno of Owl City to the rock sound of Skillet to the punk pop of Hawk Nelson and many other artists and bands between. But what does God have to say about music? the Bible actually has a lot to say about music in specific and there are also other verses to help us with our choice of music. Exodus 15:2 says, "The LORD is my strength and my song..." Plus seeing as god made us to love him and glorify him shouldn't the music we make and listen to do the same? When I', shopping for music I find it helpful to keep Philippians 4:8 "Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable- if anything is excellent or praiseworthy think about such things." Are the lyrics I'm listening to telling me the truth? Are they noble? Is listening to is the right thing to do? Is the sound of it lovely? Is it admirable? Is it excellent and praiseworthy in the eyes of the LORD? I am personally trying to hold all of my music choices to such a standard. I'm not putting down other peoples styles of music. I am just saying that in my opinion the old saying "You are what you eat." applies to music. If I subject my mind and emotions to "angry" or "sad" music for the majority of the time it will begin to effect my emotions. Soon I'll be angrier or more sad inside and I don't want that to happen to me. When I listen to music I want it to be singing praises to God, lifting my spirits, or causing me to dwell on God's beautiful creation. A last thought to remember is that God loves the music we make. He loves the individuality and creativity that he instilled in us. So, we should use it. He has given us plenty of inspiration (for examples please see: The account of creation, other books of the Bible, Psalms, stars, eyes, skin, bones, the way the human brain works, animals, spiders, grass, flowers, etc.) Go and use the gifts that God has given you and see what great things will happen. I encourage you to comment, add to this, criticize this post, or share personal experiences related to this by commenting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-3300108315321744761?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3300108315321744761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/09/music.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/3300108315321744761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/3300108315321744761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/09/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-3842503639037980585</id><published>2009-09-08T16:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T20:13:11.271-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>Fearless by Max Lucado</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Fearless&lt;/em&gt; is an easy read because of Max Lucado's writing style. The best way to describe how he writes is by saying that he writes the way you would think he would talk to you in person. Everything is brought together and explained well. Not only are the words placed just so. There is actually truth behind the words (which is getting continually harder to find these days). Everything that Max Lucado covers in his book is real stuff. Each chapter addresses a different real fear that we face and how we can use scripture to combat those fears and defeat them. After reading &lt;em&gt;Fearless&lt;/em&gt; I am moved to make changes in my life that will help me fear less and rely more on God for the courage He provides.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-3842503639037980585?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3842503639037980585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/09/fearless-by-max-lucado_08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/3842503639037980585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/3842503639037980585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/09/fearless-by-max-lucado_08.html' title='Fearless by Max Lucado'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-4352833007923781634</id><published>2009-09-05T10:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T09:20:00.014-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>Faces In The Fire by T.L. Hines</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Faces In The Fire by T.L. Hines&lt;/em&gt; is a thrilling suspense novel with a story of restoration. It is well written in a unique narrative style and with an equally unique storyline. T.L. Hines takes you through the life journeys of four seemingly unrelated characters. Their lives are all connected and bettered by two supernatural common denominators, a catfish and a list of numbers. At first glance, even the numbered chapters don't seem to relate because they're jumbled and in the wrong sequence. However, in the end, everything is masterfully brought together. &lt;em&gt;Faces In The Fire&lt;/em&gt; is a book that I really enjoyed and recommend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-4352833007923781634?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/4352833007923781634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/09/faces-in-fire-by-tl-hines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/4352833007923781634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/4352833007923781634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/09/faces-in-fire-by-tl-hines.html' title='Faces In The Fire by T.L. Hines'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-1232449489301421694</id><published>2009-09-02T15:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T12:34:52.349-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><title type='text'>My Horseback Prayer</title><content type='html'>Every time I find myself on the back of a horse I realize how blessed I am. I'm thankful and I am suddenly filled with prayer. My prayers usually begin by thanking God for the horse I'm riding, the opportunities He has given me, and for His wonderful creation. If you want to see a really great example of God's handiwork take a look at a horse. I'm filled with awe by the fact that I can even touch -let alone ride- a horse. A horse is 800 to 1200 pounds of muscle. But look closer and you will see that they balance themselves perfectly on four comparatively tiny and delicate legs which are founded on amazing hooves. The fact that God allows us to have dominion over such majestic creatures is awesome. When I ride bareback and can feel the muscles rippling as we ride and I feel the wind in my hair I think about just how cool the relationship between me and my horse is. You could also look at the unbroken horse and compare it to yourself. You are the horse and Jesus is the trainer. The trainer goes to the auctions and sees a distrusting and abused horse in the barn. One buyer wants to buy the horse for slaughter to make a quick buck but the trainer decides he'll buy that horse whatever the price to give him the opportunity to choose life rather than death. He bids and bids and pays all he has. When the trainer goes to get the horse from the field the horse runs away. Once caught the horse fights to get away but the trainer is strong and doesn't let go. The trainer takes the horse to the ring and lunges him (runs the horse in circles basically). At first the horse is looking out of the ring and searching for a way out but the gate is closed and only the trainer can open it. The horse begins to soften and relax. He is growing accustomed to the trainers presence and feels safer around him because he doesn't attack or hurt him but instead is speaking soothing words. The horse lowers his head and opens and closes his mouth to show his submission. He's ready to cooperate. The trainer says, "whoa" and lets the horse stop and invites him closer. The horse follows willingly. The trainer introduces the saddle and bridle and explains that they are to be the horse's burden and guidance. The trainer places the saddle on the horse's back and the bit in his mouth. The horse thinks they're strange but decides that the trainer knows best. The trainer gets on and they begin their relationship. The trainer opens the gate and together they begin the journey towards his father's house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-1232449489301421694?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1232449489301421694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-horseback-prayer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/1232449489301421694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/1232449489301421694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-horseback-prayer.html' title='My Horseback Prayer'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-5815785317872742508</id><published>2009-09-02T13:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T12:34:52.350-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><title type='text'>Tea Party Rally Saturday, September the 12th</title><content type='html'>My father is chartering a bus in Walton county to go to the march on Washington. "Help us tell Congress, the President &amp; the bureaucrats in Washington that we want our country back. They work for us, not the other way around. We are tired of the 'march toward socialism,' the out-of-control spending &amp; the total disregard for our Constitution!!" The bus will leave Loganville at about 1:00pm 9/11 and will return to Loganvill the following Sunday afternoon. The total estimated cost for your seat on the bus and a 2 nights stay (double occupancy) at the Marriott Residence Inn is $295. You will be responsible for your meals and snacks. To reserve your seat on the bus contact: Charlie Eavenson 770-815-6028 or charlie@homegoldrealty.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-5815785317872742508?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5815785317872742508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/09/tea-party-rally-saturday-september-12th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/5815785317872742508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/5815785317872742508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/09/tea-party-rally-saturday-september-12th.html' title='Tea Party Rally Saturday, September the 12th'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-7412584121839126865</id><published>2009-08-30T14:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T12:34:52.350-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><title type='text'>About You (Yes, You) If You're Reading This</title><content type='html'>Well, I've been researching how to draw more readers to my blog and I've learned a few things about you (my audience) that I didn't know. One thing is that out of all the people that read my blog only 1% will comment. That makes the rest of you "lurkers". If you're the kind of person who reads and observes but doesn't participate then you're a "lurker". Now if you beg to differ then I challenge you to comment. So, I've got less reader then I'd like and out of the ones I've got 99% of you don't make yourselves known. What do you have to say for yourselves? (hint, hint, you're supposed to comment now). Another thing about y'all is that you don't subscribe. That means that you're missing out on stuff. This part doesn't effect me as much as it effects you though. One more thing that I've learned is that maybe I should offer you a chance to participate more. Comment here and tell me what subjects you would like to have posted and I am going to start posting polls regularly so that I can hear your input more often. Also, I'd appreciate it that if you enjoy my blog and you blog that you add my blog to your "Blogs I read" section (Like I've done for the blogs I read) and if you twitter make one tweet about my blog. I love your encouraging words and comments and really hope to grow my blog into something the Lord can use.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-7412584121839126865?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/7412584121839126865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/08/about-you-yes-you-if-youre-reading-this.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/7412584121839126865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/7412584121839126865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/08/about-you-yes-you-if-youre-reading-this.html' title='About You (Yes, You) If You&apos;re Reading This'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-5964650983611834166</id><published>2009-08-28T15:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T12:34:52.350-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><title type='text'>Things To Look Forward To</title><content type='html'>Well, I've got a whole bunch of things lined up for my blog in the coming weeks. I have at least 6 book reviews, 1 interview with an author, and many other exciting things besides. The coming up books include Fearless: Imagine Your Life Without Fear by Max Lucado which I am reading now, Faces In The Fire by T.L. Hines, Bang The Keys: Four Steps To A Lifelong Writing Practice by Jill Dearman, TIME! For Kids- President Obama: A Day In The Life Of Our Leader, TIME! Great Discoveries: Explorations That Changed History, and Hope: Lessons From A Hummingbird. I have a date set for an interview over the phone with Boots Hensel the author of The Zoopendous Surprize. Be looking forward to this and more in September!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-5964650983611834166?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5964650983611834166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-to-look-forward-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/5964650983611834166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/5964650983611834166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-to-look-forward-to.html' title='Things To Look Forward To'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-887744283916718960</id><published>2009-08-24T13:28:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T12:34:52.350-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><title type='text'>Death, Loss, Life, Family, and Funerals</title><content type='html'>This week my grandmother passed away at the age of 89. Mrs. Glenda Eavenson lived her life well and although her mind wasn't always as good as used to be in the later years that I knew her I knew her as an active community centered woman who loved God. For her love of God I am thankful because I know that I will see her again in heaven and that as corny as it sounds she really is in a better place now. Dealing with the loss of a loved one is difficult and I will always miss her. Over the years I realized that I had a lot in common with her including 4-H. She was a county extension agent for many years and a life long teacher (including teaching the fifth grade). But even in the midst of death I have been able to glimpse new life. My grandmamma died on Thursday and my 7 year-old niece's birthday was Friday. My niece and nephew's birthday party was on Saturday and the funeral on Sunday. So I was able to celebrate two young lives and one finished life. I hate that the reason we all came together was to mourn the loss of life but getting to see the majority of my dad's side of the family was nice. One of the strangest things in life is the way we treat death. One of the wierdest things about death is the funeral. The funeral isn't so much for the dead but for those of us left behind. And even though it's for us we make it so that we're all as uncomfortable as possible and as awkward as all get out. I do admit that out of all the funerals I've ever attended my grandmother's was one of the best as far as funerals go. The service and the preaching were both very well done and nice. At my funeral I have a few requirements in order for you to attened. Those requirements will include: you cannot wear black. You must wear blue, pink, purple, yellow, orange, or green. Also, you must pick out only my favorite songs to play and not "funeral hymns" those songs could be Fireflies by Owl City, Automatic by Stellar Kart, and Comatose by Skillet. And most importantly... I want my funeral to take place before I die. You want to know why? Because everyone that you haven't seen in years show up once your dead. So, when I'm up there in years I'll call a pastor and a funeral director and I'll pretend that I'm dead and the pastor and funeral director will be in on it and they'll help me plan my funeral. Then everyone will show up and sit in the church all solemn like and I'll pop out of the casket, thank them all for coming, and explain why I'm not dead. Well, that is all I have to say for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-887744283916718960?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/887744283916718960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/08/death-loss-life-family-and-funerals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/887744283916718960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/887744283916718960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/08/death-loss-life-family-and-funerals.html' title='Death, Loss, Life, Family, and Funerals'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-3471332980137662223</id><published>2009-08-17T15:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T17:56:53.563-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>The Zoopendous Surprise written by Boots Hensel and illustrated by Andrea Gabriel</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Zoopendous Surprise&lt;/strong&gt; is a delightful book, sure to capture the imagination of any child. Boots Hensel, the author, is creative with her use of words but she makes it so that the words are easily understood by the children who are reading or being read to.&lt;br /&gt; My nieces and nephew love the use of vibrant colors in the illustrations by Andrea Gabriel. The animals were lifelike enough that they really looked like good representatives of their real life counterparts but they are still animated and interesting for the children to look at. &lt;br /&gt; What makes the book even better is that it is based on something that actually happened. It is written in loving memory of the author’s daughter, Courtney, who was the keeper and caregiver of the real live Mary and Ellen who live at the Little Rock Zoo. I’m not going to tell you the plot because it’s a surprise but you and your kids are sure to love it! It provides just enough suspense to keep even the youngest kids involved in the story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-3471332980137662223?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3471332980137662223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/08/zoopendous-surprise-by-boots-hensel-and.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/3471332980137662223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/3471332980137662223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/08/zoopendous-surprise-by-boots-hensel-and.html' title='The Zoopendous Surprise written by Boots Hensel and illustrated by Andrea Gabriel'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-4731665970659060034</id><published>2009-08-16T16:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T17:56:41.453-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><title type='text'>Coming Up...</title><content type='html'>My book reviewing has been profitable in many ways (though non of those include making money). One way is that it helps fund my book addiction. I am addicted to reading books like other people are addicted to coffee or twitter. This year alone I've read over 30 books. Now the typically outdated library books (although I admit that I love classics and older volumes) are not the only ones I can afford (because they're free). For all the books I review I receive a free advance copy of the book. The two most prominent books whose reviews should come soon are: &lt;em&gt;Fearless&lt;/em&gt; by: Max Lucado. &lt;em&gt;Fearless&lt;/em&gt; is being released in September and my review should be posted around the first of the month. the second is &lt;em&gt;The Holy Bullet&lt;/em&gt; And the review will be written as soon as the book is received and read. I also have a few children's books lined up to come. Stay posted for more reviews by a Book-aholic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-4731665970659060034?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/4731665970659060034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/08/coming-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/4731665970659060034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/4731665970659060034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/08/coming-up.html' title='Coming Up...'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-2490939186287840106</id><published>2009-08-13T19:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T17:56:41.453-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>God must be trying to explain something about patience and waiting this last week and a half or so. I've been eagerly expecting a couple of review books. Some for as long as two weeks now and so far none have come. For the first week as soon as my mom got home I would run and get the mail and spend the afternoon waiting for the UPS or FEDEX truck to come but no books arrived either way and if ever I went away from the house as soon as I would get home I would grab the mail and check the front porch for any packages. But still none have come. If you know me then you know that by this time my patience has run out and I occasionally grumble about yonder publishing house or the carelessness of the shipping companies. (I am not known for patience but rather for my lack there of. Even though I am typically a quiet person I have a relatively short fuse.) If you didn't know that about me then you know me a little better now. So, I am finally starting to cool off and I'm beginning to see this as an opportunity to exercise, strengthen, and lengthen my patience when waiting. Now to wait and wait and wait and try to do so without a single complaint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-2490939186287840106?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/2490939186287840106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/08/waiting.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/2490939186287840106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/2490939186287840106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/08/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-105676571808996205</id><published>2009-08-06T19:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T17:56:41.453-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><title type='text'>Career Possibilities</title><content type='html'>So, I'm exploring the many career possibilities that require the use of word building skill. The world of writing has long been my niche. I hope to one day get my name in print one way or another. Working with words is a wondrous hobby that I would like to turn into my dream job. This year I've been expanding my horizons (excuse the cliche) in many ways including starting this blog, expanding my audience (which is a task I am still busy with and probably will be busy with forever), and most recently I have been reviewing for various publishing and publicity companies. This endeavour has given me a glimpse into the publishing aspect of writing and shown me that I might even enjoy being an editor and reading manuscripts or owning and running my own publishing house. While I still love to write (and here I will hint to you that I am working on a story that is proving to be my most promising book attempt so far) I might also enjoy other areas of the writing realm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-105676571808996205?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/105676571808996205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/08/career-possibilities.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/105676571808996205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/105676571808996205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/08/career-possibilities.html' title='Career Possibilities'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-7963895550168668945</id><published>2009-08-03T15:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T23:19:26.296-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><title type='text'>The Forest Guard</title><content type='html'>I love the Circle Series by: Ted Dekker and I am so excited that he is coming out with the fourth book, Green which is being released on September first of this year. Because I am so excited I have joined the promotional team for this book dubbed The Forest Guard. That name is derived from the books. So far thanks to all of my willing friends who have already signed up as a recruit to receive more info on this fantastic book I have made Lieutenant status. This means that I will get my name printed in Ted's next book under the Lieutenant section. But with your help I can earn more points (I need 645 points and I get 100 points per recruit) I can achieve Captain status and I will have my name printed under Captain and I will receive a free advanced copy of Green. But besides helping me I think that these are some awesome books that God is using to bring the plan of salvation to people who may never know it besides from these books. So, sign up and become a recruit by either clicking on the badge below or going to this address: http://teddekker.com/readgreen and when you do be sure to use my forest guard number: 7223 or else I won't get the points. Hurry up and join!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Elyon's Strength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.teddekker.com/readgreen/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://forestguard.teddekker.com/special/green-banner1.gif" width="250" height="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-7963895550168668945?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/7963895550168668945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/08/forest-guard.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/7963895550168668945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/7963895550168668945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/08/forest-guard.html' title='The Forest Guard'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-1103723474550112731</id><published>2009-07-31T19:16:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T23:21:39.328-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>Read and Share Toddler Bible stories retold by: Gwen Ellis and illustrated by: Steve Smallman</title><content type='html'>When I first received the Read and Share Toddler Bible, I admit that I was a little skeptical as to whether or not it could hold my almost-three-year-old nephew’s attention. Those fears were put to rest after reading to him and showing him the vibrant illustrations. He enjoyed looking at the book and listened while being entertained. After we popped in the DVD, I knew I would have little to no trouble holding his attention.&lt;br /&gt; My favorite things about the Read and Share Toddler Bible are the illustrations because they’re so colorful and depict so well what the stories are saying. My nephew found the pictures for creation the most interesting. The narration is put in words that are easily understood by toddlers and do not outweigh the pictures. Even though it is put in such simple words, I don’t think that it lost any of its Biblical accuracy.&lt;br /&gt; The DVD is great! My almost-three-year-old nephew, my three and a half year-old niece and my other nephew, who is four going on five, all enjoyed watching the DVD and were captivated by the lively animated characters.&lt;br /&gt; As a whole, I think that this is a wonderful way to share the accounts from the Bible with toddlers and, more importantly, the love of God and his son, Jesus Christ. I know that my nephew will enjoy this for a long time to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-1103723474550112731?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1103723474550112731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/07/read-and-share-toddler-bible-stories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/1103723474550112731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/1103723474550112731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/07/read-and-share-toddler-bible-stories.html' title='Read and Share Toddler Bible stories retold by: Gwen Ellis and illustrated by: Steve Smallman'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-9147710459362550079</id><published>2009-07-30T20:52:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T20:02:30.864-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><title type='text'>Why I Think Facebook is Strange</title><content type='html'>I admit I use and enjoy Facebook. I'll even go so far as to say I use it more than I should. But during all of this use I have decided there are some strange and silly things about Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The name. Why would I own a book of faces? And even if I did why would it be on the Internet? (Especially when Facebook is not set up in any way resembling a book.)&lt;br /&gt;2) The apps. Some of the applications I find just plain stupid. These useless time-wasters include Bumper stickers. There are no cars to place them on so why in the world do I want to spend my time sending and receiving these? All of the "super poke" apps/ hugging/smile at you apps/ food fight apps/ etc. Really? Why? It's pretty self explanatory why I dislike these. One reason is because I would never do two of these things to (most of) my friends in real life and for the rest because I would like a real hug or smile better.&lt;br /&gt;3) The poke button. Again, why? I would not poke (most of) you in real life so I find this unnecessary. And for the few of you I would poke (you know who you are) I get a lot more enjoyment out of it in person.&lt;br /&gt;4) The "Top Friends". I think that only hurt could come of this really. Mostly because even when you have over a hundred friends you could make people feel bad when they aren't included.&lt;br /&gt;5) When people post that they're bored. If I read another status that says, "I'm bored. Text me," I will simply explode. If you're bored and reading this I have some suggestions to dispell your boredom. Read a book. I even have a list of a few you might enjoy. Email me if this appeals to you. Go outside. Vitamine D is good for you and so is fresh air and exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to be fair I will now post five things I like about Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I like that we can upload and share pictures so easily.&lt;br /&gt;2) I like the chat. Because it's faster than email or messaging and because you don't have to have the same email provider to chat.&lt;br /&gt;3) I like the status. I like being able to show what I'm doing and to be able to keep up with family and friends that I might not be able to keep up with otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;4) I love flair. 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;5) I enjoy taking &lt;em&gt;some of&lt;/em&gt; the quizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So say yay or nay. Feel free to comment, add or subtract to what I've posted all who read this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-9147710459362550079?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/9147710459362550079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-i-think-facebook-is-strange.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/9147710459362550079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/9147710459362550079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-i-think-facebook-is-strange.html' title='Why I Think Facebook is Strange'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-215793778360914347</id><published>2009-07-27T17:57:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T23:20:23.346-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>The Noticer by: Andy Andrews</title><content type='html'>The Noticer, by Andy Andrews, is a well written, inspirational story that everyone can relate to, identify with and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt; When you enter The Noticer, you will be inspired because it teaches that we miss lots of things and don’t always view situations in life the way they really are. But it also gives hope for change. It encourages you to do a 180 and forge ahead with a new perspective and an eye for noticing things that might normally be overlooked.&lt;br /&gt;Andy Andrews draws in his reader immediately with his writing in a way that brings the words together in a seamless, flowing fashion and makes the book an easy read. &lt;br /&gt; As you follow the characters’ journeys, it’s easy to relate because their situations and problems are so real. One reason that the book is so good is because mysterious Jones is always there to present workable solutions that the characters and the reader would miss otherwise. All of these things come together perfectly to form a great plot. &lt;br /&gt; After reading The Noticer, I am moved to stop worrying which is a problem that one of the characters faced in the book. I’m sure that after reading The Noticer you will be able to see some of your own faults and be called to do something about them.&lt;br /&gt;Read The Noticer and prepare yourself to be captivated and changed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-215793778360914347?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/215793778360914347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/07/noticer-by-andy-andrews.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/215793778360914347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/215793778360914347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/07/noticer-by-andy-andrews.html' title='The Noticer by: Andy Andrews'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-5376416002487485800</id><published>2009-07-25T20:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T20:03:47.113-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>Saint by: Ted Dekker</title><content type='html'>Saint is a book that will hold your attention from the very beginning!&lt;br /&gt;Saint is written in classic Dekker form. Its many twists and turns keep you guessing the whole way through. I ended up reading the book in only two sittings because I couldn't bare to put it down.&lt;br /&gt;Saint did have a good bit of violence and just a couple of cuss words. That said, Saint also has its redeeming christian tone. Saint is a battle of good verses evil in a little less than a typical way. Mixing in the supernatural with the possible is another way that Ted keeps the reader hooked.&lt;br /&gt;Once you pick up Saint you'll have a hard time putting it down again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-5376416002487485800?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5376416002487485800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/07/saint-by-ted-dekker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/5376416002487485800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/5376416002487485800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/07/saint-by-ted-dekker.html' title='Saint by: Ted Dekker'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-1331082043919979301</id><published>2009-07-25T19:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T20:04:06.773-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><title type='text'>Reviewing</title><content type='html'>I'm planning on starting to post reviews on my blog. The first one I'm hoping to have finished and posted by tonight is of a relatively new book by one of my favorite authors. I'm hoping to be able to start reviewing and posting my reviews on a regular basis soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-1331082043919979301?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1331082043919979301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/07/reviewing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/1331082043919979301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/1331082043919979301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/07/reviewing.html' title='Reviewing'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-6340917704694742017</id><published>2009-07-25T18:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T20:05:15.709-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><title type='text'>Refuge Week-- Part 2</title><content type='html'>Refuge Week-- Part 2: The refugees and the boys and girls club:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days 3 and 5:&lt;br /&gt;These were probably my favorite days. We got to spend both days all day long with refugee children whose parents had to leave their home country because of threats made on their lives. We went to this lady's house who is kind enough to lend Reach The Nations (The group that does this on a regular basis and who we volunteered to do this through) her field. We went to the back of her property and there is a huge hole in the fence. After climbing through the hole you find yourself in an apartment complex. We were told that almost all if not all of the residents of this neighborhood are refugees. We walked down the streets carrying soccer balls and asking if the children would like to "play on the field". Though most of the kids don't speak English they all knew what that meant. By the time we were done walking through the apartments everyone had a child or two holding their hand or one riding on their shoulders. Once on the field we played soccer and did face painting both days and on the second day we brought jump ropes, a slip-n-slide, bubbles, and other neat outdoor games. I got to meet and talk to a couple of the Asian girls. They spoke English pretty well and they loved to face paint all of the youth! It all started when Ehdena told me she loved me and that she wanted to paint "I love you" on my arm along with a flower. As you can imagine it didn't stop there. They soon had all of the youth volunteers that would stand or sit still long enough painted up and down their arms, legs, face, or all 3. Afterwards we all joked that it always started with "I love you and a flower" because that was always the first thing they painted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4:&lt;br /&gt;Day four was probably the most relaxed day of the week. We whent and played water games and did VBS at the Monroe Boys and Girls Club and fixed lunch for them and then we whent to Stone Mountain to play frisbee and watch the laser show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we whent home on day five and spent the next day trying to recover all of the sleep we missed. It was the most rewarding and selfless youth camp I have ever taken part of and I hope we get to do it all again next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-6340917704694742017?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/6340917704694742017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/07/refuge-week-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/6340917704694742017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/6340917704694742017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/07/refuge-week-part-2.html' title='Refuge Week-- Part 2'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-6468499758501892758</id><published>2009-07-21T23:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T20:14:55.795-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><title type='text'>Pictures of Refuge Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*ODIzMTYwNjA3OCZwdD*xMjQ4MjMxNjQ5MTA5JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz1jMmI*ZTRiOWM1Nzk*YzZhYmMyNDNlOGFkMDFjNWU5OSZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px;text-align:right;"&gt;&lt;embed width="480" height="360" src="http://static.photobucket.com/flash/rss_slideshow.swf?rssFeed=http%3A%2F%2Ffeed910.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fac306%2Fhomeschooled_horse_lover%2FRefuge%2520Week%2Ffeed.rss" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" &gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/redirect/album?showShareLB=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/share/icons/embed/btn_geturs.gif" style="border:none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s910.photobucket.com/albums/ac306/homeschooled_horse_lover/Refuge%20Week/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/share/icons/embed/btn_viewall.gif" style="border:none;" /&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/3519529853479740529-6468499758501892758?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/6468499758501892758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/6468499758501892758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/6468499758501892758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_21.html' title='Pictures of Refuge Week'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-5818954721065950191</id><published>2009-07-19T15:12:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T20:05:15.710-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><title type='text'>REFUGE WEEK-- Part 1</title><content type='html'>It was a last minute kind of thing when I joined my church's youth group on this 5 day local missions project. I will try to fit as many of the details and some of the pictures I took during the week into 2 parts. I may fail but that is the general idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I tell you about the missions we did I would like to mention where we stayed and a few other important details:&lt;br /&gt;Lucern Baptist in Stone Mountain, Georgia was kind enough to let our 30 and some odd students stay at their church. We also had some great adult leaders who planned and organized this whole thing and although I don't want to name anyone for the fear of leaving someone out I would like for all those who helped out to be recognized and all of those who read this to know how grateful I am for their hard work and this opportunity and I believe that all the other students feel the same way. So, thanks. You know who you are and you're awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now... This is REFUGE WEEK-- Part 1-- The homeless:&lt;br /&gt;For the first 2 days we spent our time working with a group called "7 Bridges" which reaches out to homeless people all over Atlanta by sharing the love of Jesus in many ways. Be it a hug, a sack lunch, a prayer, or helping people onto the road of recovery. We spent of time with them making and handing out sack lunches under bridges and on street corners in metro Atlanta and praying over every person who would take a meal. Also on those days we spent the afternoons preparing and serving meals, giving small gifts, doing manicures and pedicures, and playing with the children at a women's shelter operated by the same 7 Bridges organization called "The Garden".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2 is to come soon and hopefully with pictures of the week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-5818954721065950191?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5818954721065950191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/07/refuge-week-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/5818954721065950191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/5818954721065950191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/07/refuge-week-part-1.html' title='REFUGE WEEK-- Part 1'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-4476061810673148953</id><published>2009-07-07T10:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T20:05:15.710-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><title type='text'>4th of July, etc.</title><content type='html'>The Fourth Of July:&lt;br /&gt;The 4th was awesome! Not only is it cool to be able to celebrate the 233rd birthday of my country, but it's great to be able to do that with your family. Even though a good bit of my extended family were not able to come over to my house to celebrate we still had a pretty large gathering. We swam, cooked out on the grill, learned how to make a Betsey Ross 5 pointed star in 1 snip, and other fun things. Later I went with my cousin and her family to go watch fireworks at the horse park and then we went to McDonald's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella's Trip To The Vet:&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we had to take Ella to the vet and it turns out that she has an infected anal gland that ruptured. Then the vet cleaned it and gave us medicine for her to take every day and if it doesn't heal on its own they will remove it. But the vet said that it's not a dangerous surgery and that either way Ella will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting Together The Pieces:&lt;br /&gt;For the last week or so I've been working on puzzles. I finished one that I had started long ago which was very exciting. It is called "Indian Maiden" and is a picture of a young native American girl and a wolf with a very beautiful nature background. And guess what! It was only missing 3 pieces out of 550! I am kind of amazed that there weren't more pieces gone. Now I'm working on a glow in the dark puzzle that is nearly twice the size of the first one. It is a snowy Christmas scene with a one horse open sleigh, children laughing, houses with lights all aglow, and a man made out of snow. After a lot of work my mom and I finally finish the border. I can't wait to finish it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-4476061810673148953?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/4476061810673148953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-of-july-etc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/4476061810673148953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/4476061810673148953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-of-july-etc.html' title='4th of July, etc.'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-3764639620641206627</id><published>2009-07-03T11:16:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T20:14:58.594-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>"My Stand" a poem by me.</title><content type='html'>I wrote this poem after Reading the book Saint by Ted Dekker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I make my stand&lt;br /&gt;This is my line drawn in the sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You preach tolerance&lt;br /&gt;Until you notice our existence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every path is equal you say&lt;br /&gt;Until it comes to Jesus' way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You call us close minded&lt;br /&gt;Because we believe that the only way is narrow and few shall find it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think him dead&lt;br /&gt;We know he lives instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His gift is for all&lt;br /&gt;In comparison the price is small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You complain that we are exclusive&lt;br /&gt;When really it is you who is being reclusive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scream that the light brings only pain&lt;br /&gt;That the darkness is to blame is plain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the darkness covers up all of those offensive wrinkles you claim&lt;br /&gt;I know that this only gives you time to relish that which should bring you shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome the light&lt;br /&gt;Dispel the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can free your soul&lt;br /&gt;He wants to make you whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thank me and say:&lt;br /&gt;"Now I have seen the way and never will I stray"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have given my argument a hundred tries&lt;br /&gt;I lose many but open others eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For these reasons I cannot be silent&lt;br /&gt;Because soon I will have used up all of the days I was lent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not perfect but it's something that says something that I hope you understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-3764639620641206627?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3764639620641206627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-stand-poem-by-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/3764639620641206627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/3764639620641206627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-stand-poem-by-me.html' title='&quot;My Stand&quot; a poem by me.'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-3508157364846137373</id><published>2009-07-02T17:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T20:14:55.796-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><title type='text'>A slide show: Our "homestead"</title><content type='html'>This is a short slide show I put together that has pictures of our "homestead in the making" including pictures of (but not limited to): The garden, the chicken pen, the honey bees, etc.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to add more pictures and slide shows regularly of all kinds of things we do here on the "farm" and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.11NXC/bHQ9MTI*NjU3MDc5OTc1MCZwdD*xMjQ2NTcwODc4ODI4JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD*mb2Y9MA==.gif" /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px;text-align:right;"&gt;&lt;embed width="480" height="360" src="http://static.photobucket.com/flash/rss_slideshow.swf?rssFeed=http%3A%2F%2Ffeed910.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fac306%2Fhomeschooled_horse_lover%2FOur%2520Homestead%2Ffeed.rss" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" &gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/redirect/album?showShareLB=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/share/icons/embed/btn_geturs.gif" style="border:none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s910.photobucket.com/albums/ac306/homeschooled_horse_lover/Our%20Homestead/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/share/icons/embed/btn_viewall.gif" style="border:none;" /&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/3519529853479740529-3508157364846137373?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3508157364846137373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/3508157364846137373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/3508157364846137373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='A slide show: Our &quot;homestead&quot;'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-1216922771010550477</id><published>2009-06-23T13:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T20:05:15.711-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><title type='text'>Happiness -Vs- Joy</title><content type='html'>"Happy" is a feeling, an emotion that rises and falls based on the things of this world. We should therefore not seek happiness. Happiness is the worlds perverted view of joy. The joy that comes with knowing the Lord is not based on worldly things. Thus it does not end even when happiness wanes. You may cry though you are joyful. Because sorrow can come into your life and yet the joy remains. Joy can be compared to background music. Even when it seem like the noise of life drowns out the voice of God and the Joy that comes with him if you stop and listen they've both always been there. So, I conclude that life should not be based on the pursuit of happiness, but should be spent in the pursuit of God, through whom we receive joy and peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-1216922771010550477?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1216922771010550477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/06/happiness-vs-joy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/1216922771010550477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/1216922771010550477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/06/happiness-vs-joy.html' title='Happiness -Vs- Joy'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-4265122817384220557</id><published>2009-06-21T17:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T20:14:55.796-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><title type='text'>The First Fruits of Our Garden and The Honey Bees</title><content type='html'>This past week we "harvested" the "first fruits" of our garden and checked in on the "queen" bees.&lt;br /&gt;We collected several straight necked squash, one grape tomato, and several handfuls of green beans. I am so excited that our garden is starting to pay off! There is still a lot of work left to be done from now until the "harvesting" is done. The grass must be kept at bay, water the troops, and squish (or drown as my mother prefers) the enemy bugs! &lt;br /&gt;The honey bees have been very busy! They had almost filled up the first big "super" we gave them so we put together the second ones for them. I got to paint them white and then decorate. It was so much fun! I hope they like the artwork on all four sides of their new home expansion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-4265122817384220557?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/4265122817384220557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-fruits-of-our-garden-and-honey.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/4265122817384220557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/4265122817384220557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-fruits-of-our-garden-and-honey.html' title='The First Fruits of Our Garden and The Honey Bees'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-2651352634086203401</id><published>2009-06-21T09:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T20:14:55.796-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><title type='text'>A slide show: The garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*NTU5MDMwODc2NSZwdD*xMjQ1NTkwNDc2NDA2JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD*mbz1jMmI*ZTRiOWM1Nzk*YzZhYmMyNDNlOGFkMDFjNWU5OSZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px;text-align:right;"&gt;&lt;embed width="480" height="360" src="http://static.photobucket.com/flash/rss_slideshow.swf?rssFeed=http%3A%2F%2Ffeed910.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fac306%2Fhomeschooled_horse_lover%2Ffeed.rss" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" &gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/redirect/album?showShareLB=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/share/icons/embed/btn_geturs.gif" style="border:none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s910.photobucket.com/albums/ac306/homeschooled_horse_lover/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/share/icons/embed/btn_viewall.gif" style="border:none;" /&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/3519529853479740529-2651352634086203401?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/2651352634086203401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/2651352634086203401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/2651352634086203401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='A slide show: The garden'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-2040548180605415630</id><published>2009-06-18T18:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T20:05:15.712-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><title type='text'>My Occupation</title><content type='html'>I was inspired to write this paragraph when I was taking a quiz and got to this question (or one like it): "What is your current occupation?" And, of course, being myself, I had to offer some serious consideration before answering. I said student then, although I now understand that that is only half of our God-given résumé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I later felt compelled to write:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have two jobs; as a student and as a teacher. From the day we are born to the day we die, we continue to learn and to set some kind of example. It's our choice whether we remember our lessons or forget them, whether we set a good example or a bad one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-2040548180605415630?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/2040548180605415630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-occupation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/2040548180605415630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/2040548180605415630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-occupation.html' title='My Occupation'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-8074428141209851527</id><published>2009-06-16T14:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T20:05:15.712-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><title type='text'>Summer Plans: Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcYgZov56Hw/Sjftf3Qq7nI/AAAAAAAAACk/tHhOBzTjIyg/s1600-h/summer+drawing.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 164px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcYgZov56Hw/Sjftf3Qq7nI/AAAAAAAAACk/tHhOBzTjIyg/s200/summer+drawing.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348004214191353458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, my Mema is coming to spend Friday and Saturday with us. Friday we are going to try to go see the movie "UP", a 3D animated movie. Saturday, we will probably swim and just hangout. &lt;br /&gt;One weekend this summer, I think we are going to Helen, Ga. That will be fun! We'll stay either in a tent or in a cabin or in a camper at a camp ground sort of place  we where we have a membership. I would like to go tubing if we go. &lt;br /&gt;Mom and I are planning on having a letterboxing day. For more information on letterboxing go to www.letterboxing.org. We're going to try to put together and hide a letterbox of our own sometime, too. &lt;br /&gt;On a day-to-day basis, I'm going to be swimming, riding, reading, gardening, and blogging.&lt;br /&gt;It's summer already and we've already used up so much of it! I continue to look forward to all the fun things I have planned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-8074428141209851527?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/8074428141209851527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-plans-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/8074428141209851527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/8074428141209851527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-plans-update.html' title='Summer Plans: Update'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcYgZov56Hw/Sjftf3Qq7nI/AAAAAAAAACk/tHhOBzTjIyg/s72-c/summer+drawing.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-6859326542625583521</id><published>2009-06-15T14:51:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T20:05:15.712-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><title type='text'>Ebaying</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xcYgZov56Hw/SjfXeZIi4WI/AAAAAAAAACc/WBpCVCAsl-g/s1600-h/Ebay+Items+June+2009+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xcYgZov56Hw/SjfXeZIi4WI/AAAAAAAAACc/WBpCVCAsl-g/s200/Ebay+Items+June+2009+024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347979999668527458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to buy and sell things on Ebay and right now I'm sorting through, taking pictures of, and listing books to sell on Ebay for mom. I usually only sell horse stuff like the cowboy style rope halters I make.&lt;br /&gt;If you're in the market for spiritual books, self help books, a book on ADD or a few Bible study books, just let me know and I'll direct you to the proper Ebay listings. I've listed books that range from &lt;em&gt;Nancy Drew &lt;/em&gt;to &lt;em&gt;How Now Shall We Live&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Deliver Us From Evil &lt;/em&gt;to &lt;em&gt;Give and Take&lt;/em&gt;, or any other random assortment of books that happened to wander into our possesion at one time and no longer serve their purposes of entertainment or guidance in our home . There are so many books and other items to sift through, photograph and list I may soon be "Driven to Distraction"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-6859326542625583521?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/6859326542625583521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/06/ebaying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/6859326542625583521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/6859326542625583521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/06/ebaying.html' title='Ebaying'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xcYgZov56Hw/SjfXeZIi4WI/AAAAAAAAACc/WBpCVCAsl-g/s72-c/Ebay+Items+June+2009+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-3887920399436551899</id><published>2009-06-13T12:58:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T20:05:15.712-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><title type='text'>Gardening on a Summer Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcYgZov56Hw/SjfUB2SCY8I/AAAAAAAAACU/dK7XIolI-JU/s1600-h/The+garden+and+Joker+and+Ella+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcYgZov56Hw/SjfUB2SCY8I/AAAAAAAAACU/dK7XIolI-JU/s200/The+garden+and+Joker+and+Ella+034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347976210741879746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have spent some time in the garden tending to our plants. I am amazed at how fast the plants are growing! They speak so plainly of their Creator that I can't believe that anyone who has looked at, worked with, or studied plants can deny the fact that there is a great God who created all of this.&lt;br /&gt;I was overjoyed to find several apple sized watermallons growing on their vines! And the straight necked squash are getting bigger every day! And the beans! I have been so fascinated at watching them climb up the trellis of string that we made! We will soon be so over run with tomatoes we won't know what to do with them! We have peppers of all kinds that are growing so quickly! And soon we will have between 200 and 400 ears of corn!&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly wait for the fruits (and vegetables) of our labor to be ready!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-3887920399436551899?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3887920399436551899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/06/gardening-on-summer-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/3887920399436551899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/3887920399436551899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/06/gardening-on-summer-saturday.html' title='Gardening on a Summer Saturday'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcYgZov56Hw/SjfUB2SCY8I/AAAAAAAAACU/dK7XIolI-JU/s72-c/The+garden+and+Joker+and+Ella+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-4390352305341176789</id><published>2009-05-25T19:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T20:05:15.713-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><title type='text'>The Great Butler Family Campout</title><content type='html'>Over Memorial Day weekend my mom's side of the family gathered in droves to my house. Imagine 13 tents, 43 and some odd number of people, 9 children under the age of 6, and 3 days of almost nonstop rain.&lt;br /&gt;We had a really great time despite the rain and mud. We swam when there was a sunny moment between clouds, we watched a movie outside using a projector, most everyone slept in a tent the first night and only 3 people slept outside the second night, my brother, Clay who came up with his family from Florida, built a fire every night, we enjoyed hanging out together, and eating together (including BBQ).&lt;br /&gt;All these things made this a campout/in to remember!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-4390352305341176789?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/4390352305341176789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/05/great-butler-family-campout.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/4390352305341176789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/4390352305341176789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/05/great-butler-family-campout.html' title='The Great Butler Family Campout'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-4837918126379483653</id><published>2009-05-15T15:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T20:05:15.713-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><title type='text'>Summer Plans</title><content type='html'>For me there are 2 more weeks of school and then I'm free!&lt;br /&gt;My day to day plans for the summer include riding my horse, swimming, gardening, and hanging out with friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;Also, this summer, I would like to include some fun activities like going letterboxing. To find out what letterboxing is, go to: www.letterboxing.com. I want to visit Helen, GA, Calloway Gardens, and other neat places. We'll do no real traveling, as far as I know, but I think we'll have fun all the same!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-4837918126379483653?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/4837918126379483653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/05/summer-plans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/4837918126379483653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/4837918126379483653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/05/summer-plans.html' title='Summer Plans'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-4675320009736569709</id><published>2009-05-05T18:19:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T20:05:15.713-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><title type='text'>Gardening, Swimming and Schoolwork Oh My!</title><content type='html'>Over The Weekend:&lt;br /&gt;We worked in the garden. My dad and I went to the local hardware store and bought a wonderful variety of vegetable seeds and plants, along with some watermelon plants. We planted them in our raised beds and, as soon as we were finished, it began to rain. I am still carefully tending my seedlings indoors and I can't wait until they are ready to be transplanted outside! I am definitely looking forward to this year's harvest!&lt;br /&gt;Also, this weekend I rode Joker and had lots of fun! We walked, trotted and cantered, did figure eights and did other things to help us both get back into shape for this summer. I was hoping to ride again yesterday and today but my round pen is a mess from all the rain we've had. So, I look forward to long, blissful rides this summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;I took the first plunge into the pool this year! Measuring in a icy 72 degrees Fahrenheit, the pool water was a little cooler than I prefer. (We have decided that the best temperature is 85 degrees.) I slowly made my way deeper until I could swim some laps width-wise in the shallow end. This was just a tiny taste of the fun yet to come and I can't wait for more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For The Next 17 Weekdays:&lt;br /&gt;I have 17 weekdays left until school is finished and summer is here! Until the end of that assigned time, I will be working extremely hard to finish up this year's work. After that I am free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these things are making me look forward to this summer which appears that it may be one of the best summers ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-4675320009736569709?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/4675320009736569709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/05/gardening-swimming-and-schoolwork-oh-my.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/4675320009736569709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/4675320009736569709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/05/gardening-swimming-and-schoolwork-oh-my.html' title='Gardening, Swimming and Schoolwork Oh My!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-1961341842809704063</id><published>2009-04-28T17:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T20:05:15.713-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><title type='text'>Bowling and Laser Tag</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went bowling and to play laser tag with 4-H. This trip was our reward for collecting toiletries as a service project for F.I.S.H. (Faith. In. Serving. Humanity.) It was my job and my friend Kristin's job to collect soap. Kristin beat everyone at bowling and I came in second in laser tag with the highest accuracy at 100%! We were going to get something to eat at the bowling alley but we only had the time (and money. Those prices were ridiculous.) for sodas. I think we all had a lot of fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-1961341842809704063?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1961341842809704063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/04/bowling-and-laser-tag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/1961341842809704063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/1961341842809704063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/04/bowling-and-laser-tag.html' title='Bowling and Laser Tag'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-4611759461455618951</id><published>2009-04-27T09:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T20:05:15.714-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><title type='text'>Dog Adoptions on Saturday</title><content type='html'>Saturday I volunteered with my friend Kristin (who fosters dogs) with dog adoptions at our local feed store. There was a yard sale, a vaccination and micro chipping clinic, W.A.G. (Walton. Animal. Guide.) had a booth where they had a raffle, someone sold baked goods, and a country radio station came and broad casted. It was a great day. Kristin got 2 of her foster dogs adopted, Pound Puppies and Kittens (the rescue group that Kristin and her family Foster for) raised over $3,000.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-4611759461455618951?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/4611759461455618951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/04/dog-adoptions-on-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/4611759461455618951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/4611759461455618951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/04/dog-adoptions-on-saturday.html' title='Dog Adoptions on Saturday'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-350047786655833994</id><published>2009-04-23T19:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T20:05:15.714-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><title type='text'>Planting Seeds</title><content type='html'>My little flower seeds that I planted nearly a week ago have started sprouting. I was so excited when I saw the 5 little sprouts poking out! Just last night as I was watering them I wondered when they would start spouting. Now I'm 1 step closer to planting my garden!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-350047786655833994?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/350047786655833994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/04/planting-seeds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/350047786655833994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/350047786655833994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/04/planting-seeds.html' title='Planting Seeds'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519529853479740529.post-1173732879986280725</id><published>2009-04-22T18:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T20:05:15.714-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Posts'/><title type='text'>Hobby Farming</title><content type='html'>Between my familiy and my sister's, we own 10 acres. Recently we decided to put the land to good use by building a chicken run (because we have finally gotten tired of cleaning chicken poop off the porch.), planting a garden and getting honey bees. We have owned chickens for about 3 years and we currently have 6 chickens and 6 chicks. The run has been a 2 week project so far. All is ready except for the door which is lacking a handle and hinges. The garden has been taking a little longer. We are going to plant in raised bed squares. We already have five 4'x4' square frames built and plan to make more. Seeds have been planted and are being tended indoors until the beds are ready. We have purchased, put together and painted 2 bee hives. Today we took them to the bee man's house. He is going to pick up a swarm of bees later this week and give them to us for free. He also gave us a tutorial about beekeeping and the life going on inside the hive.&lt;br /&gt;It feels like this will turn out to be the perfect country spring out here at "Windy Hill Farms" as I look forward to fresh eggs, delicious produce and sweet honey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519529853479740529-1173732879986280725?l=lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1173732879986280725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/04/hobby-farming.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/1173732879986280725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519529853479740529/posts/default/1173732879986280725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfrombeth.blogspot.com/2009/04/hobby-farming.html' title='Hobby Farming'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391798152644327480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVUkp3Djyh0/Tonln0MEw6I/AAAAAAAAAME/m7dgj6eEaac/s220/Beth%2527s%2Bpics%2Bold%2BSD%2B354.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
