<?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-9201892547718591689</id><updated>2012-01-17T08:53:27.005-08:00</updated><category term='Partriotism'/><category term='lot'/><category term='bad days'/><category term='free time'/><category term='Parenting'/><category term='Bible'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='culture'/><category term='encouragement'/><category term='new year'/><category term='verses'/><category term='Purity'/><category term='educational'/><category term='goals'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='surprise'/><category term='service'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='heart'/><category term='Modesty'/><category term='training'/><category term='television'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='busyness'/><title type='text'>Leaving an Imprint</title><subtitle type='html'>"Behold, I have indelibly imprinted you on the palm of my hands." Isaiah 49:16</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavinganimprint.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201892547718591689/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavinganimprint.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>See Jamie blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dr-8eTbicE4/TxWnNBBAwgI/AAAAAAAACaw/qKo5KLudTE4/s220/JamieWorley-square.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201892547718591689.post-8989841449682411583</id><published>2010-04-03T04:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T05:07:28.173-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modesty'/><title type='text'>The Swim Suit</title><content type='html'>I think it was third grade.  My mom was an incredible seamstress.  She could make anything from scratch.  The product of her hands was beautiful and exquisite.  In the summer of 1975 she decided to make a swimsuit for the first time - my swimsuit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no "mixed bathing" allowed in our home.  No, that did not mean taking baths together!  Boys and girls did not swim together.  I remember the time Sabrina had a swimming party.  I begged to go.  I was positive (wink wink) there would be no boys there.  I borrowed a swimsuit from my friend in order not to be the laughing stock of the party and Crestmont Elementary.  I knew I had pulled one over until my Mom showed up early to the party.  Many girls, a few boys and me in my friend's swimsuit - definitely not the one my Mom had sewn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.  Not so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to be like everyone else.  I wanted a store bought swimsuit that did not hang half way down to my knees.  It would be nice if the material was not so heavy it weighed me down in the deep end as I held my nose with flair and expertise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my Mom knew what I did not know.  She had a corner on the market of modesty that I could not comprehend.  I saw modesty as a set of rules.  She saw modesty as an attitude of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took many years of God working on my heart for me to understand modesty.  I know I have more to learn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most eye opening books for me was &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Women-Only-about-Inner-Lives/dp/1590523172/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1270294977&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For Women Only&lt;/em&gt; by Shaunti Feldhahn&lt;/a&gt;.  My husband confirmed everything I read about how a man's mind works.  From that point forward, I evaluated many things differently.  As our daughter has grown, we have been honest with her about her clothing choices and the effects those choices have on boys and men.  Like my Mom, there are limits I have set that are non-negotiable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for swim suits, I don't sew.  I did find a company that makes modest and fashionable suits for young ladies - &lt;a href="http://www.limericki.com/"&gt;Lime Ricki Swimwear&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201892547718591689-8989841449682411583?l=leavinganimprint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavinganimprint.blogspot.com/feeds/8989841449682411583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201892547718591689&amp;postID=8989841449682411583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201892547718591689/posts/default/8989841449682411583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201892547718591689/posts/default/8989841449682411583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavinganimprint.blogspot.com/2010/04/swim-suit.html' title='The Swim Suit'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123803940957841511</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/-K4i12zYGCBc/TjtrKtPTG0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/pxvkn6QPzoI/s220/Brian%2Band%2BKim%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201892547718591689.post-1044903059546155163</id><published>2010-02-21T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T22:13:16.646-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='encouragement'/><title type='text'>A Cheerleader I Will Be!</title><content type='html'>We were walking over the weekend at one of our favorite spots in town. The trails are also used for bicyclists. One of our kids decided to take his bike for the first time on the trails. I was impressed with how well he did for a first timer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We realized at one point there were four adult men behind us as we were about to go up a steep incline filled with stumps and built in stairs (I am sure there is an official name for these stairs, but I am clueless as to what it is!). We decided to pull off to the side of the trail and let the men pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. A little back story on me. I am a southerner. I speak to everyone I see on a trail, especially those who would never ever speak first! And I am sure those people are from the north - no offense to anyone north of the Mason Dixon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the bikers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the first guy was making his way up the incline - and it was DIFFICULT - I was overtaken with my inner &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cheerleading&lt;/span&gt; self. I couldn't contain it. I might as well had pom poms and everything. It was bad. It was really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started clapping and cheering him on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the birds stopped chirping, the squirrels stopped scratching...possibly the sun stood still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy was almost to the top, and at the onset of my fabulous cheer he sorta lost momentum. He did not wreck, if that is what you are thinking!! He just lost momentum and tried his best to get away from the cheerleader woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quickly reprimanded by my man. I didn't realize there was bike &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;etiquette&lt;/span&gt;. I would gladly want someone cheering me on if I were going up that incline...which I cannot fathom doing any time in the next fifty years or so. But I would be thrilled for anyone to cheer me on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have laughed at myself (and my family will not let me live this down for a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;loooong&lt;/span&gt; time) ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cheering squad needs to come out more often. Monday mornings, for example. Instead of drudgery over a new week, how about a shout out for all the opportunities God has for us this week? Sometimes the cheering squad makes boys in this house want to accomplish a lot more than they thought possible, because this cheerleader believes in them. It is amazing how cheering over how well a dusting job was done or how well the laundry was folded does for a young lady. Cheering for the man who works hard all week so we can have a home, clothes, food, a car to drive, bikes to ride, and a vacation or two, does something for the level of respect the children show him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be mistaken. I fall short of wearing the uniform too often. I focus on what has not been done and what needs to be corrected more than the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But remembering how quick I was to cheer for the lone biker, makes me realize I need to be the cheerleader this week. I need to rally the troops. It is going to be a great one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201892547718591689-1044903059546155163?l=leavinganimprint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavinganimprint.blogspot.com/feeds/1044903059546155163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201892547718591689&amp;postID=1044903059546155163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201892547718591689/posts/default/1044903059546155163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201892547718591689/posts/default/1044903059546155163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavinganimprint.blogspot.com/2010/02/cheerleader-i-will-be.html' title='A Cheerleader I Will Be!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123803940957841511</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/-K4i12zYGCBc/TjtrKtPTG0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/pxvkn6QPzoI/s220/Brian%2Band%2BKim%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201892547718591689.post-7841997905209115080</id><published>2010-02-14T15:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T15:38:02.382-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busyness'/><title type='text'>A Verse For Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;It was a busy week. I arrived home Saturday night from a wonderful retreat&lt;br /&gt;with the ladies in my church. It was a great time, but I was starting to feel&lt;br /&gt;a little run-down and worn-out. Sure enough, within a few hours I had a&lt;br /&gt;big, fat head cold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Feeling pretty miserable, I spent most of Sunday and Monday&lt;br /&gt;recuperating and taking all my vitamins. By Wednesday, I was all&lt;br /&gt;better, just in time for the next round of busyness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;In the next few days, I had to "pull-off" several things for my kids.&lt;br /&gt;I had promised my third child a birthday playdate, since what I had&lt;br /&gt;planned for her birthday in the fall had totally fallen apart when a&lt;br /&gt;serious rainstorm had the nerve to ruin our family camping trip. So, I&lt;br /&gt;had invited several friends over for a Thursday afternoon Valentine&lt;br /&gt;birthday playdate complete with mini cupcakes and making Valentines. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Thursday night was spent helping my oldest daughter pack up her things&lt;br /&gt;for her trip with The Classical School to Washington, D.C. She needed&lt;br /&gt;clothes for 7 days/6 nights, plus snacks, thermal underwear, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, it took a lot of thinking to get that organized....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Also, it was the youngest daughter's turn to go to the Father-Daughter&lt;br /&gt;dance at church on Friday night, so I was ordering a wrist corsage and&lt;br /&gt;making sure the dress, shoes and tights were ready. Her two older&lt;br /&gt;sisters had previously had their turns. Dad accidentally forgot to buy&lt;br /&gt;the tickets this year, so after I made all those plans, I had to&lt;br /&gt;cancel them! (this might be a subject for another blog! ;-) ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Also on Friday, I had to figure out how I was going to get the 2nd&lt;br /&gt;daughter to her gymnastics team tryout at the same time the third&lt;br /&gt;daughter needed to get ready for the dance. But as it turned out, a&lt;br /&gt;snow storm pushed the tryout to Saturday and relieved that scheduling&lt;br /&gt;problem. Plus, we didn't have tickets to the dance! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;By the time we got home in the snow on Friday from our afternoon&lt;br /&gt;activities, the kids enjoyed some time in the snow and I enjoyed some&lt;br /&gt;hot tea and some down time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Whew, all that preparation and busyness! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;We got the oldest daughter off on her trip and Saturday I took the second child&lt;br /&gt;to her gym tryout. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;I was feeling guilty because with all that had gone on, I had let some&lt;br /&gt;things slide this week. One was the time I usually spend in training&lt;br /&gt;my kids in Bible study and character issues. It seems like each&lt;br /&gt;morning we were running late and something needed to give, and of&lt;br /&gt;course, I let the hardest thing to do just fall off my plate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;As we were driving to the gym tryout, we were talking about the tryout&lt;br /&gt;and she confided to me that she was a little nervous. I told her to&lt;br /&gt;just do her best and we will see how it turns out. I reminded her of&lt;br /&gt;our recent studies in the book of Daniel about how the Lord is the&lt;br /&gt;Ruler over the Realm of Mankind. (It says that over and over in&lt;br /&gt;Daniel!). And therefore, we can trust His will for whether she gets on&lt;br /&gt;the team or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Then she reminded me of her favorite verse in the Bible--Jer. 29:11&lt;br /&gt;which says that God has a plan for us, for our future. And that His&lt;br /&gt;will is not to harm us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;And then she said, "There's also the verse in Joshua 1, where he says&lt;br /&gt;He will be with you wherever you go. I guess there is a verse for&lt;br /&gt;everything in the Bible, right, Mom?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;And I said, "You're right! There is!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Relief flooded my soul as I realized that even during the busy week,&lt;br /&gt;and my lack of training my kids in the way I SO desire to, that this&lt;br /&gt;one is still getting it. Thank you, Lord, for your grace and mercy and&lt;br /&gt;for covering my mistakes and filling in all the missing things I leave&lt;br /&gt;out. Thank you that the time we have spent in the Word is "sticking"&lt;br /&gt;and that You let me see a glimpse into what this special girl is&lt;br /&gt;learning about You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Isn't it a relief that He fills in all the places where we are lacking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201892547718591689-7841997905209115080?l=leavinganimprint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavinganimprint.blogspot.com/feeds/7841997905209115080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201892547718591689&amp;postID=7841997905209115080&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201892547718591689/posts/default/7841997905209115080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201892547718591689/posts/default/7841997905209115080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavinganimprint.blogspot.com/2010/02/verse-for-everything.html' title='A Verse For Everything'/><author><name>Hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201892547718591689.post-5381103352651188378</id><published>2010-02-12T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T15:16:50.993-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='encouragement'/><title type='text'>This is a Test</title><content type='html'>We have been working on the sin of pride in our home recently. One of the kids told me one of his superior's at work told him he was stubborn yesterday. He was asking me how that was the case based on the scenario. I pointed out his "stubbornness" was actually pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We discussed how his struggle was inherited from his parents. We have both struggled with it. Not much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave him examples of how God has disciplined us, sometimes pretty severely. Job losses, business failures, financial struggles, marriage struggles. Not much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He remarked, "Pride not only affects you, but those you love, too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As only God would have it, today my Bible study was in Genesis 22, the story of Abraham sacrificing Isaac. Testing. My stomach tightens thinking about it. God's tests are purposeful and always yield a result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had told him yesterday, "You know what is exciting? God is allowing you opportunities to kick pride out of your life. He has a great plan for you, and pride will stand in the way of His perfect plan. He cares about you, because He is bringing this to the surface."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was faced with my own tests, realizing how often I have failed the tests over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parenting, being the best wife I can be, self discipline...anyone feeling my pain?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered what I told him yesterday.  Yeah, it applies to me, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the while, God is full of grace and mercy, giving me tools to use to overcome, giving me the siren of my heart to shut my mouth, giving me LOVE. Unconditional. Fulfilling. Measureless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201892547718591689-5381103352651188378?l=leavinganimprint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavinganimprint.blogspot.com/feeds/5381103352651188378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201892547718591689&amp;postID=5381103352651188378&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201892547718591689/posts/default/5381103352651188378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201892547718591689/posts/default/5381103352651188378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavinganimprint.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-is-test.html' title='This is a Test'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123803940957841511</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/-K4i12zYGCBc/TjtrKtPTG0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/pxvkn6QPzoI/s220/Brian%2Band%2BKim%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201892547718591689.post-889626480560640664</id><published>2010-01-26T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T07:36:49.491-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad days'/><title type='text'>Communion</title><content type='html'>It started off to be an incredible Sunday morning. I awakened ready for a fresh Word and the fellowship the day had to offer. I was the first to be ready, and I quickly realized the other female in the house was running a tad behind. As her mom, I could sense and feel her stress. Meanwhile, the men of the house were ready and about to begin heckling over the one about to make us late. In a surreal moment, I told the gentlemen to give her some grace. I sensed her struggle and knew she needed some love. I strongly admonished them to KEEP THEIR MOUTHS SHUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the door opened and she wasn't anywhere near ready, my blood began to simmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attitude coming forth was not so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yes. Where was my wonderful morning? I ignored the ringing bells going off all around me. I totally went from simmer to full on boil - as the gentlemen looked on with wide eyes and mouths opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blew it. Really blew it. I did every thing I told the men not to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And off we went as one wonderful foursome to church. Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go our separate ways for Sunday School. It was nice for me to have that hour - honestly, for the Lord to have that hour to work on ME. The conviction began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We regrouped as a family for worship, which by the way, is one of the highlights of my week. She was standing by me. As we begain singing praises to God, I turned to her and asked forgiveness. I needed it from her before I could even utter anything else to the Lord. I wanted her to know how badly I messed up and how sorry I was. In her sweetness, she smiled and hugged me. Forgiveness was granted. We could worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it came. Communion. I was awashed anew by the blood of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you are offering your gift at the alter and there remember that your brother has something against you, leave your gift there in front of the alter. First go and be reconciled to your brother; then come and offer your gift.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                                                   words of Jesus ~ Matthew 5:23-24&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201892547718591689-889626480560640664?l=leavinganimprint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavinganimprint.blogspot.com/feeds/889626480560640664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201892547718591689&amp;postID=889626480560640664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201892547718591689/posts/default/889626480560640664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201892547718591689/posts/default/889626480560640664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavinganimprint.blogspot.com/2010/01/communion.html' title='Communion'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123803940957841511</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/-K4i12zYGCBc/TjtrKtPTG0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/pxvkn6QPzoI/s220/Brian%2Band%2BKim%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201892547718591689.post-2742760553863985183</id><published>2010-01-19T12:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T13:22:23.401-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><title type='text'>Turning Off the Television!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I recently had a friend ask me about our television habits. She was looking for ideas to inspire her and her family to turn off the television.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She has good reason - the impact the television, and our culture in general, can make on our homes is huge. We would be wise to be a guardian over that doorway into our lives. I believe that God has set us moms in place as a gatekeeper, a watchman on the wall to make sure no bad influences are coming into our homes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="109533520-19012010"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In fact, in a book I read recently called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Marketing-Evil-Pseudo-Experts-Corruption-Disguised/dp/1581824599/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1263933989&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Marketing of Evil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, a PBS documentary called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/pages/frontline/shows/cool/view/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Merchants of Cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; was quoted:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="109533520-19012010"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“Today, five enormous companies are responsible for selling nearly all of youth culture. These are the true merchants of cool: Rupert Murdoch's Newscorp, Disney, Viacom, Universal Vivendi, and AOL/Time Warner.&lt;span class="109533520-19012010"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The documentary demonstrates how big corporations literally send spies to infiltrate young people's social settings to gather intelligence on what they can induce these children to buy next.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In her book, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Raising-Respectful-Children-Disrespectful-Motherhood/dp/1582295743/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1263934057&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Raising Respectful Children in a Disrespectful World,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; written in 2006, Jill Rigby states the following stats: 75% of 12 yr olds watch R movies at least once a month. 90% of 7 yr olds watch PG13 movies regularly. The PG13 movie of today would have received an R rating 15 yrs ago. More than 65% said their parents were the ones who allowed them to see the movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, with that being said, here is the advice I gave my friend regarding shows we watch and what we do to fill the time so we are NOT watching shows! ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;First of all, our days are so busy with school, chores and sometimes sports/church stuff that there is not much time for sitting around "letting our brains turn to mush" as we call it.&lt;br /&gt;So when we do watch tv, we try to pick wisely most of the time. I don't know if you mean kids or both of you so my suggestions will be for everyone. In general, what we do watch, we record on DVR and skip the commercials. Also, Craig gets home at 7 and bedtime is about 830 so we don't have tons of time we are trying to fill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For the older kids:&lt;br /&gt;1. We DO watch: Fetch with Ruff Ruffman (PBS show)- neat field trip kind of show for kids&lt;br /&gt;2. We have also let them watch Mythbusters sometimes, but I don't always love the language on there - I still think our kids are too young for it. But the experiments are interesting so if you can preview it, it can really be learning fun.&lt;br /&gt;3. I order movies from netflix or library that go along with the history we are studying. We are watching The Ten Commandments and Ben Hur this year since we are in ancients. I also found that Netflix has some IMAX type movies on DVD that have been good.&lt;br /&gt;4. My kids are liking the new Electric Company show but honestly I don't know if that is good or not. I need to watch one and see..... ;-{&lt;br /&gt;5. We limit freetime tv by making them pay for 30 minutes with a ticket they earned by doing chores. Sometimes they'd just rather not spend it and save it for buying something else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Non TV ideas:&lt;br /&gt;Here is what we do when the tv is not on. These are not necessarily in the order they are done in our home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Learning game on computer: Rosetta Stone Spanish, IXL.com for math game (it sends me reports on how they are doing); Carmen Sandiego for Geography, typing websites, or just letting them make a document they want to type up - we limit computer time to 30 min a day and not all days have computer time&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Wii - we have enjoyed our wii - it is also a "screen" so we limit time but we have a lot of fun racing each other on mario karts, wii ski &amp;amp; snowboard, wii sports or doing Wii fit. It's hilarious watching our littlest one trying to do yoga on the wii fit. We probably do that once a week. Sometimes I am not in the room - doing laundry and catchup while they are hanging out with dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Games - We have lots of games. Just got Bananagrams. For boys, I would try Risk. They played that at game night at our hybrid school's game night and the boys and dads loved it. It takes a lot of time too! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Reading aloud - If I don't get the reading in during the afternoon, then we read aloud at night. Often I will read to the older ones while Craig helps the little ones get a bath. We are reading great books that are historical fiction, that really bring history and sometimes the Bible to life. Sometimes the language is hard, but that is good for vocabulary! Other times it is more simple. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can find good book guides/lists in the &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.sonlight.com"&gt;sonlight.com&lt;/a&gt; catalog (download it for free), &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.biblioplan.net"&gt;biblioplan&lt;/a&gt; (a history program that has great reading recommendations), veritas press catalog, truthquest history. I am using biblioplan mostly for our family reading and Sonlight for the little girls' reading assignments on their own. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Crafts - of course, you can always work on crafts! Especially for girls - knitting, sewing, making a miniature dollhouse, quilling. You can get a Keepers at Home girls handbook that guides you through lots of homemaking skills. My girls are in a keepers club but before that we had the book and were just learning things on our own. They also have a handbook for boys (Contenders for the Faith) but I have not checked those out yet since our boy is not old enough! Also boys like making models and stuff like that...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Books on CD - we do this in the car mostly but I know a friend who's boys listen to books each night. There are tons of great ones. We have the Narnia set from Focus on the family. It's exciting. We also love Odyssey and recently checked out The Penderwicks and laughed so hard as we were driving along. You can also get Story of the World on Cd from Amazon if you have a history buff among you. We listen to bits and pieces that go along with our history and it's pretty entertaining. The guy has a nasal sounding voice though so sometimes the kids make fun of him! ;-) We have also been listening to True Tales by Diana Waring. Fascinating stories about history and the Bible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Chores &amp;amp; Skills - you can always ramp up their responsibilities to keep them busy. Help them learn a new skill to help out around the house and build confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Memorize verses. We follow the scripture memory system at &lt;a onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," href="http://simplycharlottemason.com/timesavers/memorysys" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3b5998;"&gt;http://simplycharlottemason.com/timesavers/memorysys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Bible study--read a section and discuss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;a href="http://sweethomepress.com/CharacterSeries/QuoteswithCharacter/tabid/332/Default.aspx"&gt;Quotes with Character &lt;/a&gt;-- a book of quotes-- we pick one and copy into spiral notebook either printing or cursive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;a href="http://sweethomepress.com/CharacterSeries/ConversationwithCharacter/tabid/330/Default.aspx"&gt;Conversation with Character&lt;/a&gt;-- a speech class for ages 9 and up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;a href="http://www.gfi.org/java/jsp/cust_prodDesc.jsp?product=221"&gt;Growing kids Gods way coloring book &lt;/a&gt;- great for teaching obedience and how to act for little ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Our-24-Family-Ways-Devotional/dp/1888692073"&gt;Our 24 Family Ways&lt;/a&gt;--short lesson and coloring page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Manners-- have a manners lesson and practice learning new manners. There are several books on the market for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I hope these tips give you some ideas of something new to try as you turn the tv off. And also, keep in mind that as you do this, you will not be like the rest of the world around you! In fact, you might even be called a dork! So for encouragement that it is okay to be a dork, I leave you with this &lt;a href="http://stuffchristianslike.net/2009/09/629-raising-dorks-2/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; at stuffchristianslike. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Blessings as we raise our dorks and turn off the television!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201892547718591689-2742760553863985183?l=leavinganimprint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavinganimprint.blogspot.com/feeds/2742760553863985183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201892547718591689&amp;postID=2742760553863985183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201892547718591689/posts/default/2742760553863985183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201892547718591689/posts/default/2742760553863985183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavinganimprint.blogspot.com/2010/01/turning-off-television.html' title='Turning Off the Television!'/><author><name>Hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201892547718591689.post-4740897344613487464</id><published>2010-01-13T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T11:38:20.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sNOw Retreat</title><content type='html'>I was so ready for a getaway last weekend with other homeschool moms.  Ready for girlfriend time, girlfriend laughter, girlfriend talk.  Ready to hear from the Lord.  Ready to soak Him up all by myself, with no children asking me what's for breakfast, lunch and dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the first snow of 2010. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really it was more ice than snow.  I am saying first because I believe we will have a second--more intense and enough to build a snowman and snow angels! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A southern gal can dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the snow postponed the retreat.  I was bummed and really did not know what to do with myself for a few hours.  Then I realized I needed to provide lunch, dinner, breakfast, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter asked me that afternoon if I was &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; disappointed.  I paused.  Thought about it.  My response was, "No, I am not really disappointed.  Did I want to go, Yes!  But I trust God in the details of the retreat to know this was not our weekend to go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, I realized I possibly have grown up - some.  As much as that was the right answer, it was truly the answer of my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want that to be my heart's desire for 2010.  I want what God wants and nothing else.  I know His plans are for me to prosper and not to harm me.  I want my tween to grasp the greatness of the God we serve and to know He does all things well.  If my plans are not on His timeline, why do I want to carry them out? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, I have been on that path before, and it was not fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of enjoying the North Georgia mountains, I got to sled with the kids, take walks, enjoy the beauty of frozen snow covered ponds, drink lots of hot chocolate, watch old movies...retreat, you could say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201892547718591689-4740897344613487464?l=leavinganimprint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavinganimprint.blogspot.com/feeds/4740897344613487464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201892547718591689&amp;postID=4740897344613487464&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201892547718591689/posts/default/4740897344613487464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201892547718591689/posts/default/4740897344613487464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavinganimprint.blogspot.com/2010/01/snow-retreat.html' title='sNOw Retreat'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123803940957841511</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/-K4i12zYGCBc/TjtrKtPTG0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/pxvkn6QPzoI/s220/Brian%2Band%2BKim%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201892547718591689.post-9221825245552314348</id><published>2010-01-03T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T19:48:07.124-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='encouragement'/><title type='text'>Reflection</title><content type='html'>This time last year we began planning for me to work part-part time at our family business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We began planning how in the world I would work and teach and clean and cook and lead a scouting group and host a small group and ...you know the drill, all the STUFF we moms do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God wanted me in the office. My husband wanted me in the office. So I prepared for the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow marks my one year anniversary of working with the most handsome, fun, loving, and considerate boss I have ever had. Can I tell you it is fun to kiss the boss and sit on his lap in the middle of the day?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned to say no to things this year. Our kids learned responsibility in doing jobs at the office, too. They learned the importance of teamwork and giving up some of their time in order for the family goals to be met. As an added bonus and blessing, they gained some great friendships at the office that has enhanced who they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned once again God equips us with what we need when we need it. Once again I learned He blesses the obedient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a tad fearful of starting last year with a new hat to wear. God showed me again how little faith I had and how great He is to meet my every need. He made it so the hat fit just right. He had created the mold and shaped it just for me, just for this time in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201892547718591689-9221825245552314348?l=leavinganimprint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavinganimprint.blogspot.com/feeds/9221825245552314348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201892547718591689&amp;postID=9221825245552314348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201892547718591689/posts/default/9221825245552314348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201892547718591689/posts/default/9221825245552314348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavinganimprint.blogspot.com/2010/01/reflection.html' title='Reflection'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123803940957841511</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/-K4i12zYGCBc/TjtrKtPTG0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/pxvkn6QPzoI/s220/Brian%2Band%2BKim%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201892547718591689.post-2360823706811992714</id><published>2009-12-28T08:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T09:26:08.258-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='service'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>The Best Thing We Did</title><content type='html'>I don't want Christmas to end. I have savored this month and enjoyed each day the celebration has brought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reflecting this morning on what we did this month, the biggest highlight took place on a COLD Saturday morning a few weeks ago. Our family layered the clothes on and went out to a local government housing project to deliver Christmas gifts we and many other families from our church had purchased for the residents. Every family also received a large box of food. We saw the cutest babies ever. Their eyes were bright and full of love, unaware of their surroundings, but content without a doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The giving was great, but the best part of the day took place in our car and home afterwards. The kids were moved by the lack - lack of grass, lack of clothes, lack of space, lack of ________. There was lack. We were able to discuss how poverty is a curse. Poverty can be overcome. The Church is designed to help the poor - not the government. Jesus said the poor will always be among us. It is our responsibility as Christians to help those in need and do it in His Name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about the lack of fathers in the homes. We visited many apartments that day and there was not one man to be found for these beautiful children and their mothers. I cannot fathom that. The single moms have a tough road ahead of them, and it was a learning opportunity for our children to see a glimpse of their reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our kids felt like Jesus' hands and feet that day. They knew they were giving on behalf of Him. They knew the gifts we purchased for the family we helped adopt were of greater priority than their own, especially after seeing the children's circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family vote was unanimous - we all want to do it again next year. The family vote was unanimous - we all need to pray for these families.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201892547718591689-2360823706811992714?l=leavinganimprint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavinganimprint.blogspot.com/feeds/2360823706811992714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201892547718591689&amp;postID=2360823706811992714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201892547718591689/posts/default/2360823706811992714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201892547718591689/posts/default/2360823706811992714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavinganimprint.blogspot.com/2009/12/best-thing-we-did.html' title='The Best Thing We Did'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123803940957841511</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/-K4i12zYGCBc/TjtrKtPTG0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/pxvkn6QPzoI/s220/Brian%2Band%2BKim%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201892547718591689.post-9223271761103550255</id><published>2009-12-23T18:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T18:54:06.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Past</title><content type='html'>I love Christmas! I love decorating, baking, buying gifts, and yes, receiving gifts! I enjoy pulling out the decor that has been given to me by friends over the years. Some date back to my childhood. I have a ceramic Santa ornament painted by my fourth grade student teacher! I have the ornament I sold so I could go to Washington, D.C. in sixth grade with my class. I have ornaments from dear friends given to me during different seasons of my life - each and every one brings a flood of precious memories of Christmases past and the blessings of very special people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am especially fond of a set of ornaments given to me by my mother-in-law over the years. When I got married, we started out with very few ornaments for our tree. My MIL began that year by giving us ornaments - each one carefully picked out and chosen to mail to us in time for decorating our tree. Each one is extremely unique. The anticipation of what she would send would build every year. Then when we had children, each child received beautiful and meaningful ornaments for the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we began decorating this year, I realized my daughter knew the ornaments from my MIL. She asked about all the other ornaments, and I could pinpoint who gave them to me. After she was finished with decorating the tree, she said, "Wow, every ornament has a story. That is really neat." Yes, I thought, that is really neat. With many of them, the ornament is the only connection I have with the giver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ornaments from my MIL are extremely special, because she is now with the Lord. I have her Christmas apron. It is the apron she wore the only Christmas she spent with us once we had kids. She came ready to bake and make memories with her cherished granddaughter. They made Mexican Wedding Cookies together. She thought that would be one of the easiest to make with little hands. What fun they had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I tell you, I am wearing the apron as I type. The cherished granddaughter has worn it throughout this month as she has baked...Mexican Wedding Cookies. As I tie it around my waist, I remember a wonderful woman who loved me and my children, a wonderful woman who loved this time of the year more than anyone else I know. This woman sent her girlfriend out to find the special ornaments when she was in a nursing home. Just in time to get them sent to us to decorate our tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of her, when I think of the blessings God has given me through so many friends over the years, I am overwhelmed by His goodness and mercy for me. Oh how He loves me and how He loves you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201892547718591689-9223271761103550255?l=leavinganimprint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavinganimprint.blogspot.com/feeds/9223271761103550255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201892547718591689&amp;postID=9223271761103550255&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201892547718591689/posts/default/9223271761103550255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201892547718591689/posts/default/9223271761103550255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavinganimprint.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-past.html' title='Christmas Past'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123803940957841511</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/-K4i12zYGCBc/TjtrKtPTG0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/pxvkn6QPzoI/s220/Brian%2Band%2BKim%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201892547718591689.post-7043155766706192974</id><published>2009-11-11T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T11:17:29.853-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Partriotism'/><title type='text'>Veteran's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQGeZ_3exS0/SvsIBq5aAXI/AAAAAAAAADo/gsIxxppMiyM/s1600-h/MPj04009900000%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402921002749002098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQGeZ_3exS0/SvsIBq5aAXI/AAAAAAAAADo/gsIxxppMiyM/s320/MPj04009900000%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We did something today that I think will become a school tradition around here. We went to our local Veteran's Day parade and ceremony. It was a small turn out, but filled with veterans who have served all the way back to WWII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what amazes me? Their humility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to gush sometimes...well, a lot of times. I have found veterans are uncomfortable with the gush. My heart is so full of gratitude for the men and women who have fought and died for my freedom that I want to explode all that on anyone wearing a uniform past and present. I really have to tell myself to tone it down. (My kids also keep me in check. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was special to have my children surrounded by men and women proud to have served our country, proud to be Americans, and humble in their service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was cool to have finished world history with them over the course of four years, and for them to understand and have knowledge of every war fought by our soldiers. I am thankful to be a homeschool mom today, to have the freedom to school my kids at home and teach them the truth about our great country, about our history-good and bad, to be able to meet in a public square and pray to God and thank Him for our veterans and our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom. A gift from God. A selfless sacrifice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201892547718591689-7043155766706192974?l=leavinganimprint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavinganimprint.blogspot.com/feeds/7043155766706192974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201892547718591689&amp;postID=7043155766706192974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201892547718591689/posts/default/7043155766706192974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201892547718591689/posts/default/7043155766706192974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavinganimprint.blogspot.com/2009/11/veterans-day.html' title='Veteran&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123803940957841511</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/-K4i12zYGCBc/TjtrKtPTG0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/pxvkn6QPzoI/s220/Brian%2Band%2BKim%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQGeZ_3exS0/SvsIBq5aAXI/AAAAAAAAADo/gsIxxppMiyM/s72-c/MPj04009900000%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201892547718591689.post-639777007873113178</id><published>2009-09-22T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T05:24:11.820-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='educational'/><title type='text'>For a Rainy Day</title><content type='html'>We love playing games in the evenings together. Brian has fond memories of playing games with his family throughout his time at home, and now he has passed that tradition on to us. Even now when we visit his grandparents who are in their 80-90's, our visit is not complete without a game of something - usually Domino's - Mexican Train Game, to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer there was one game that had not been played in our home that drove our son into a single minded man on a mission to learn to play. RISK. We bought the game B.C. - Before Children - when we had time on our hands and played with other young couples until the wee hours of the morning. Usually the girls would end up asleep on the sofas while the guys battled it out for world domination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got the game out and blew off the dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQGeZ_3exS0/Sri6tPUbfDI/AAAAAAAAABc/C6-a2IY5vJs/s1600-h/Playing+Risk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384258640890526770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQGeZ_3exS0/Sri6tPUbfDI/AAAAAAAAABc/C6-a2IY5vJs/s320/Playing+Risk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized quickly how this game was educational! It gave a great reminder of continents, oceans, and the different countries around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQGeZ_3exS0/Sri6smRMfPI/AAAAAAAAABU/XAYDoGx_pPk/s1600-h/Playing+Risk+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384258629871107314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQGeZ_3exS0/Sri6smRMfPI/AAAAAAAAABU/XAYDoGx_pPk/s320/Playing+Risk+(1).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the strategy skills involved proved to be the most educational of all. On top of that, life lessons were talked about in how we problem solve. The little guy just thought it was going to be a fun game, but he ended up learning things of importance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQGeZ_3exS0/Sri6sKPZEtI/AAAAAAAAABM/ys0Sio_mY8I/s1600-h/Playing+Risk+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384258622347350738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQGeZ_3exS0/Sri6sKPZEtI/AAAAAAAAABM/ys0Sio_mY8I/s320/Playing+Risk+(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the girls enjoyed the color, the cute figurines (armies), and the confiscation of countries from the guys. We did enjoy the game, but when it took over &lt;strong&gt;THREE&lt;/strong&gt; of our evenings, we began to loose interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQGeZ_3exS0/Sri6rg4kYyI/AAAAAAAAABE/J1Ugx8ZhI38/s1600-h/Playing+Risk+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384258611245769506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQGeZ_3exS0/Sri6rg4kYyI/AAAAAAAAABE/J1Ugx8ZhI38/s320/Playing+Risk+(3).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This game is not for the faint at heart! Did I mention it takes &lt;strong&gt;FOREVER&lt;/strong&gt; to play?!! But this one general was a happy camper! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a great way to keep someone occupied on a wet rainy day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201892547718591689-639777007873113178?l=leavinganimprint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavinganimprint.blogspot.com/feeds/639777007873113178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201892547718591689&amp;postID=639777007873113178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201892547718591689/posts/default/639777007873113178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201892547718591689/posts/default/639777007873113178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavinganimprint.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-rainy-day.html' title='For a Rainy Day'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123803940957841511</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/-K4i12zYGCBc/TjtrKtPTG0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/pxvkn6QPzoI/s220/Brian%2Band%2BKim%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQGeZ_3exS0/Sri6tPUbfDI/AAAAAAAAABc/C6-a2IY5vJs/s72-c/Playing+Risk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201892547718591689.post-7366844877132451983</id><published>2009-09-09T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T12:59:03.503-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><title type='text'>Bill</title><content type='html'>My Dad's best friend died today.  He lived across the street from us all the years I lived with my parents.  He only had boys, so I was his surrogate daughter of sorts.  Since I am the only girl in my family, I hit the jackpot twice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am flooded with memories today.  Bill and my Dad taught me how to swim in his swimming pool; Bill taught me how to ski on Lake Tuscaloosa; Bill offered his advice on my boyfriends.  Many nights, he would stand in the doorway to my Dad's workshop and talk with my Dad until bedtime.  Bill often came over to check on me--I was a latch key kid, and he made sure I got home from school okay.  He teased me relentlessly, and I loved it.  He came over during the high school years to offer his input in the activities I chose to be involved with.  He encouraged me to seek God's best for my life and to make wise &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;decisions&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loved Archie Bunker and John Wayne.  He loved Alabama football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I left for college, I cried when I told Bill goodbye.  I think he shed a few tears, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't wait to go home and have Bill meet my future husband.  I couldn't wait to go home and show Bill my firstborn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill was there for me when my Daddy died suddenly in 2000.  He was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;heartbroken&lt;/span&gt;, as was I. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an adult, we became friends who shared our hurts and fears with each other.  He died today with some secrets from my past.  I will keep his close to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ponder today who are the "Bills" in my children's lives.  In a culture where children are segregated from adults, I intentionally try to put my children around others I respect and want their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;influence&lt;/span&gt; on my two.  No Bill is perfect.  In Bill's imperfections, I learned of God's grace and unconditional love.  I pray today for God to show me how to be a Bill in others' lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S, &lt;br /&gt;God burdened my heart to see Bill this past summer.  I met him at the end of July in his room at the local nursing home.  Bill was there due to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Alzheimer's&lt;/span&gt;.  I told him all you have just read.  He didn't talk, but he kept his hand on my cheek and smiled his big grin with his eyes sparkling in acknowledgement.  I am so glad I went.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201892547718591689-7366844877132451983?l=leavinganimprint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavinganimprint.blogspot.com/feeds/7366844877132451983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201892547718591689&amp;postID=7366844877132451983&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201892547718591689/posts/default/7366844877132451983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201892547718591689/posts/default/7366844877132451983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavinganimprint.blogspot.com/2009/09/bill.html' title='Bill'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123803940957841511</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/-K4i12zYGCBc/TjtrKtPTG0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/pxvkn6QPzoI/s220/Brian%2Band%2BKim%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201892547718591689.post-6367840475074759025</id><published>2009-08-15T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T10:27:30.364-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><title type='text'>Why I Do It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;At the beginning of every school year, I am reminded of why I school my two kids at home.  Brian and I had said we would &lt;strong&gt;"never"&lt;/strong&gt; homeschool our kids - before we had any.  **raging laughter**  We only knew one homeschooling family, and we loved how their kids were and how their family functioned as a unit, but that was not for us.    At that point in time, we were not on the "let's see what God has to say" plan in our lives.  I could digress here, but I won't!  Let's just say, if we had been, we would not have been wondering in the wilderness for several years...thankfully, not 40!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was feverishly reading every parenting book I could get my hands on when my two were babes.  At one point, I was reading a Dobson book which gave some advice on little boys and school.  He talked about how many boys are not ready for Kindergarten at the age of 5 or 6.  He spoke of how boys like to play and move around, not necessarily sitting at a desk for 7 hours a day.  Dobson suggested homeschooling was an excellent option for boys in the early years of education.  He went on to explain the benefits of homeschooling for children, and that got my antennae up to what the Lord was trying to tell me for our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you just love to eat your words, especially when you spoke them so vehemently?!  I will say, I have learned not to say "never" about life decisions, because I have eaten too many "nevers" in my life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I felt like the Lord was leading me to homeschool, I was very timid to tell my husband...because we were in the "never" mode, remember?  One evening when he came in from working late, I brought the subject up.  "I know you will think I am crazy, but I think God wants us to homeschool the kids."  He looked at me and said, "I am so glad you said that!  I have been feeling like God wants us to homeschool, but I didn't know how to tell you because it will all be on you!"   (How right he was!! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the journey began with a decision to obey God.  We knew it was not for every family, but it was for us.  When all the moms in the neighborhood were discussing the best preschools, my conviction only grew.  When all the moms in the neighborhood were discussing private or public school, my conviction grew all the more.  When Kindergarten came for my oldest, I cried for the moms in the neighborhood who were missing their kiddos.  I said a prayer of thanksgiving to be able to keep my two at home.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is every day easy?  No...a thousand times no!  What I can tell you is being obedient to what God has called our family to do has brought me too many blessings to count.  I would not trade this time with my kids for anything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201892547718591689-6367840475074759025?l=leavinganimprint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavinganimprint.blogspot.com/feeds/6367840475074759025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201892547718591689&amp;postID=6367840475074759025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201892547718591689/posts/default/6367840475074759025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201892547718591689/posts/default/6367840475074759025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavinganimprint.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-i-do-it.html' title='Why I Do It'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123803940957841511</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/-K4i12zYGCBc/TjtrKtPTG0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/pxvkn6QPzoI/s220/Brian%2Band%2BKim%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201892547718591689.post-7918371361477603696</id><published>2009-08-10T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T05:36:10.311-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surprise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lot'/><title type='text'>The Lines Have Fallen to me in Pleasant Places</title><content type='html'>I love music. I grew up in a musical family - played piano since 1st grade and clarinet since 5th grade. My parents played music all the time in our home and I met my sweet husband in the huge, well-known marching band we were both a part of.   So, it was natural to me to be playing music all day Saturday while I was painting.. The Lord spoke to me many times during the day and had me in tears a couple of times. One was when he reminded me of something that happened a couple of weeks ago....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very bad day.  You know the kind, when you feel like you can't get anything done of value and your kids seem to notice this and for some reason they seem to take advantage of Mommy's mood and do everything a little bit MORE, like fight more, cry more, yell more, etc....&lt;br /&gt;Till at the end of the day we all need a break from each other.  It's on days like this that I fall into bed and talk to the Lord about how His mercies are new every morning and I can't wait to start again tomorrow.   Nothing better than a complete DO-OVER!!  Have you ever been there??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this particular bad day, I made a decision to get up even earlier the next day because I knew I needed to spend more time with the Lord, get right with Him and prepare myself for a new day with (hopefully), a better attitude!  I made my hot tea and sat in my special chair with my Bible.  The Lord had me reading through Esther this summer and it was during this quiet moment that He showed me how nothing surprises Him. He knew the Israelites were going to be hated by Haman and that Haman would try to destroy them so He arranged for Esther to become Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it hit me.... He knew all about yesterday BEFORE it happened.  He knew that all those things on my to-do list were not going to get done.  He knew that the child who had all the fits would have them.  He knew that the accidents, the spilled milk, the broken things were all going to be broken.  He knew that the child who spoke to me in that tone and with those words was going to say that exact thing.  He was NOT surprised.  It may have surprised me. I could not have predicted how bad the day went.  But He could have.  He already knew.  In fact, He ordained that day to happen in that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was for me to learn a lesson. Or my children to learn some lessons. Maybe they needed these lessons to grow them up for the next day.  Maybe I needed them so that the next time I have a bad day, my response will be with more wisdom, more control and less of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, it did not surprise Him and He was in control the whole time. He never left His throne and yet He was with me through it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He showed me in my quiet time these verses:&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 16:5-11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The LORD is the portion of my inheritance and my cup;  You support my lot.  The lines have fallen to me in pleasant places;  Indeed, my heritage is beautiful to me.  I will bless the LORD who has counseled me;  Indeed, my mind instructs me in the night. I have set the LORD continually before me;  Because He is at my right hand, I will not be shaken. Therefore my heart is glad and my glory rejoices; My flesh also will dwell securely.    For You will not abandon my soul to Sheol;  Nor will You allow Your Holy One to undergo decay.  You will make known to me the path of life;  In Your presence is fullness of joy; In Your right hand there are pleasures forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This "lot" and "portion" that He has given me does not surprise Him. I can be glad and rejoice in the little trial in my life because I know He is with me and has ordained them for a purpose.  I may not see the purpose right away or even in this life, but I can trust He knows what He is doing and He is not SURPRISED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as I was painting and listening to music, this song, History, by Matthew West came on my ipod.  Here are the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a bad day, you've been looking back&lt;br /&gt;And all you can see is everything you wish you could take back&lt;br /&gt;All your mistakes, a world of regrets&lt;br /&gt;All of those moments you would rather forget&lt;br /&gt;I know it's hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;Let me refresh your memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:Yesterday is history&lt;br /&gt;And history is miles away&lt;br /&gt;So leave it all behind you&lt;br /&gt;Let it always remind you of the day&lt;br /&gt;The day that love made history&lt;br /&gt;You know you can't stay right where you fell&lt;br /&gt;The hardest part is forgiving yourself&lt;br /&gt;But let's take a walk into today&lt;br /&gt;And don't let your past get in the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat chorusYeah Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you believe that you are history&lt;br /&gt;In the making, in the making&lt;br /&gt;Every choice that you are making&lt;br /&gt;Every step that you are taking&lt;br /&gt;Every chain that you are breaking&lt;br /&gt;History is in the making&lt;br /&gt;Every word that you are saying&lt;br /&gt;Every prayer that you are praying&lt;br /&gt;Every chain that you are breaking&lt;br /&gt;History is in the making&lt;br /&gt;History is in the making&lt;br /&gt;History is in the making&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Michelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job 31:4 Does He not see my ways and number all my steps?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201892547718591689-7918371361477603696?l=leavinganimprint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavinganimprint.blogspot.com/feeds/7918371361477603696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201892547718591689&amp;postID=7918371361477603696&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201892547718591689/posts/default/7918371361477603696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201892547718591689/posts/default/7918371361477603696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavinganimprint.blogspot.com/2009/08/lines-have-fallen-to-me-in-pleasant.html' title='The Lines Have Fallen to me in Pleasant Places'/><author><name>Hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201892547718591689.post-8621481576730704586</id><published>2009-08-06T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T19:42:00.383-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><title type='text'>Motivated to Start Stamping!</title><content type='html'>WOW! We had our first homeschool group meeting of the school year Tuesday night with almost 60 women! It was so cool to look across the room and see friends I have known over the last few years and then brand new faces...new friends for the year to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The excitement in the room was high, which set the tone for the rest of the night. We heard from a beautiful young lady, Amanda, about how her home education has shaped her into a godly woman. I think we could have all gone home after she shared how vital her mother was to her spiritual development and success. There were few dry eyes when she gave her mom a painting she had done to honor her. Yeah. WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cool thing about the evening--the God thing--was how He gave a message that touched hearts to leave an imprint on the generation we serve. We are to "impress" His Word on our children's hearts as we go about life. (Deut. 6:4-9) First we ourselves have to be in the Word in order to impress the Word on our kids. As we disciple our children day in and day out, we are &lt;strong&gt;stamping the image of Christ&lt;/strong&gt; on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I readily admit, the image I often stamp is not of Christ, but of Kim. Parenting is such a reality check!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some practical ways to stamp the image of Christ on your children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer--don't neglect praying at bedtime with them. I shared how this has been my struggle over the last year, until God bopped me upside the head with conviction. It seems as though before sleepyland, their hearts are so open. Don't miss the opportunity to talk, share, and pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scripture--we gave out stamps and stamp pads to use creatively with the kids to send a note filled with Truth or a word of encouragement. Post it on their doorframe on their room (Deut. 6:9), post it on their mirror, on their car dashboard, or by their breakfast plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service--find some area of service to do as a family. Visit an elderly friend once a month, serve in a soup kitchen, volunteer at church, stuff envelopes for a church department, make a meal for a new mom, send cards to soldiers serving overseas...the list is endless. Find something and do it together for God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends--not only my children's friends should stamp the image of Christ on them, but my own friends have shown the power of the stamp! We are so blessed to have friends who love on our kids and encourage them in their lives. Our kids count our adult friends as their friends, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care of YOU--as homeschool moms, we put ourselves last on the list most days. I have found when I continue to do that over and over again, I end up on empty and ready to explode! That usually does not leave a pretty stamp! ;) Whatever you need to do for yourself this year, whether it is get in a Bible study, exercise, or having some needed down time, make it a priority and do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you? How do you stamp the image of Christ on your children? We would love to hear from you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201892547718591689-8621481576730704586?l=leavinganimprint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavinganimprint.blogspot.com/feeds/8621481576730704586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201892547718591689&amp;postID=8621481576730704586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201892547718591689/posts/default/8621481576730704586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201892547718591689/posts/default/8621481576730704586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavinganimprint.blogspot.com/2009/08/motivated-to-make-imprint.html' title='Motivated to Start Stamping!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123803940957841511</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/-K4i12zYGCBc/TjtrKtPTG0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/pxvkn6QPzoI/s220/Brian%2Band%2BKim%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201892547718591689.post-5978740608756840724</id><published>2009-08-02T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T13:06:00.969-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Purity'/><title type='text'>Passion for Purity</title><content type='html'>If you are anything like me, you don’t want your children to make the same mistakes you did in your youth.  When I look back over those years, I wish I could have a “do over.”  As parents, I think we want to protect our children from those feelings as they become adults.  I love the purity driven sermons, books, and seminars that are prominent today.  Brian and I have worked to start the mindset early in our children of waiting for who God wants to be their spouse and not giving pieces of yourself away before your wedding day-emotionally and physically. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched a wonderful movie this weekend, Pamela’s Prayer.  The movie was convicting to us as parents to hold a high standard, to not stop praying, and to not give in to the pressures of society.  The kids were able to see a true story of how God honors the faith of His children.  The movie proved to be an affirmation of what we are trying to get across to our kids to live a life of purity and to wait on the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here is the funny part—the movie takes place in the 80’s!  Brian and I loved the hair, the clothes, the cars—what a flashback!!  Mullets reigned, big hair, and clothing that should never have been allowed!  We enjoyed that walk down memory lane! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pamela’s Prayer delivers a message for teens and parents to have a passion for purity, whatever the cost.  You can purchase it from &lt;a href="http://www.cbd.com/"&gt;www.cbd.com&lt;/a&gt; for $5.99, or you can borrow it from me!  It is made by Christian Films – &lt;a href="http://www.christianfilms.com/"&gt;www.ChristianFilms.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201892547718591689-5978740608756840724?l=leavinganimprint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavinganimprint.blogspot.com/feeds/5978740608756840724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201892547718591689&amp;postID=5978740608756840724&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201892547718591689/posts/default/5978740608756840724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201892547718591689/posts/default/5978740608756840724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavinganimprint.blogspot.com/2009/08/passion-for-purity.html' title='Passion for Purity'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123803940957841511</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/-K4i12zYGCBc/TjtrKtPTG0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/pxvkn6QPzoI/s220/Brian%2Band%2BKim%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201892547718591689.post-8820016430008597830</id><published>2009-07-30T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T13:14:34.694-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><title type='text'>Pouring Out Our Hearts To The Lord</title><content type='html'>On Monday July 13th, we met at Kim Mayfield's home for a wonderful time of goal setting &amp;amp; prayer for our homeschools.  Thirty ladies gathered for fellowship and yummy desserts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward we all sat down and Kim and I taught a little about goal setting.  There are many types of goals that you can have for your children.   Some we went over were: artistic, curriculum, family, life skills, ministry, physical, job training &amp;amp; spiritual.    Kim read a wonderful email from Carol Smith about how she gets away to plan out the year ahead of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about how to set goals.  Goals start with a vision of what God is going to do in your life &amp;amp; your kids' lives.  Once you have the vision, then you can make choices so much easier.  As Nehemiah said in Nehemiah 6:1-6 when his enemies were trying to distract him from building the wall, "I am doing a great work right here and I cannot come down."    Nehemiah knew clearly what to do:  if it contributed to the vision, then the answer was "Yes," if not (distracted from the vision), then the answer was "No." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The application for this is threefold:  1. Pray that God will give you a vision of your life in the key areas you feel He is calling you to work on.  2.  Write it down.  Make a bullseye/target of what the goal is. 3.  Act accordingly.  If the decision moves you toward it, its a "Yes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, this whole process is to be done prayerfully. And if possible, bring the ideas God gives you to your husband and ask for his feedback, advice and consideration as to whether he thinks this is what God is saying to you both.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be discouraged when any goal is not met in the timeframe you were thinking. You can be assured that God is at work in your life and in His timing things will work out. Trust Him when you go through those disappointing valleys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We handed out notebooks that had:  lists of goals, a section on making a Vision statement for your life from Linda Dillow's book &lt;em&gt;Calm Your Anxious Heart&lt;/em&gt;, an excerpt from the book &lt;em&gt;401 Ways to Get Your Kids to Work at Home &lt;/em&gt;(regarding goal setting for practical life skills), a handout on character goals to think about based on George Barna's book &lt;em&gt;Revolutionary Parenting&lt;/em&gt;,  a handout on a Scripture Memory system, and some verses to pray for yourself &amp;amp; your children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then everyone separated for some private time with the Lord. We prayed privately and listened to His voice regarding the homeschool year ahead.  Then we joined back together and prayed over all the prayer requests.  Kim &amp;amp; I were so touched by how open everyone was and how many folks poured out their hearts for the families represented there.  The Holy Spirit was definitely present and working that night! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pray for you as you make the final countdown to the start of school that you would take some time to hear from the Lord.  It is not about the curriculum you choose but about the hearts of your children!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201892547718591689-8820016430008597830?l=leavinganimprint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavinganimprint.blogspot.com/feeds/8820016430008597830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201892547718591689&amp;postID=8820016430008597830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201892547718591689/posts/default/8820016430008597830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201892547718591689/posts/default/8820016430008597830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavinganimprint.blogspot.com/2009/07/pouring-out-our-hearts-to-lord.html' title='Pouring Out Our Hearts To The Lord'/><author><name>Hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201892547718591689.post-7438567716920915661</id><published>2009-07-29T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T17:33:37.803-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='encouragement'/><title type='text'>A New Year - A New Blog</title><content type='html'>Hi Ladies! We are on the verge of a new school year and we thought we'd go all out and high-tech on you by creating a blog... A big shout out goes to Jamie Worley for helping us get it all setup in technoland. We hope that this blog will offer things like: what went on at our homeschool support group meetings, tips for fun things to do with the kids, homeschooling ideas and general encouragement on our homeschooling journey. The theme of the blog is Leaving an Imprint, which is our theme for this year in the support group. We want to be intentional about making an impact with our kids through homeschooling, parenting and discipling. We believe the heart is way more important than the head! So come along side, grab a nice cup of tea and join us for some inspiration!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201892547718591689-7438567716920915661?l=leavinganimprint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavinganimprint.blogspot.com/feeds/7438567716920915661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201892547718591689&amp;postID=7438567716920915661&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201892547718591689/posts/default/7438567716920915661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201892547718591689/posts/default/7438567716920915661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavinganimprint.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-year-new-blog.html' title='A New Year - A New Blog'/><author><name>Hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
