<?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-1684437920171444237</id><updated>2011-07-28T08:17:46.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Covenant Forever</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220684476759637287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>145</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-5088609212533138853</id><published>2010-08-08T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T09:02:34.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Midwest weekend</title><content type='html'>Between the new house, hosting guests and other happenings, we realized that we hadn't been able to get out of town at all this year - yikes!  So we decided to take advantage of going to our friends' wedding in Indiana and make a weekend out of it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed out Friday morning, stopped for lunch at the oh-so-worth-it Zingerman's Deli in Ann Arbor and took in a brief visit at the nearby Matthaei Botanical Gardens.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TGAlQux04OI/AAAAAAAAAXI/_O9L5r9TWdg/s1600/DSC02604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TGAlQux04OI/AAAAAAAAAXI/_O9L5r9TWdg/s320/DSC02604.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503439714011898082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (The last couple times we went to Zingerman's we called in our order about 20 minutes before arriving and then we are able to go through the back door and simply pick up the sandwiches and pay while completely bypassing the line snaked around the front of the building!) Then we continued westward, and despite the oil spill just a couple of miles away, we had a nice stay on Friday at the oldest operating inn (and part of the underground railroad) National House Inn in Marshall, MI complete with a dinner at the 100-year-old Schuler's and a walk past the fountain and through the little historic downtown. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TGAmW7gKPsI/AAAAAAAAAXo/xWbwsumX5kE/s1600/DSC02626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TGAmW7gKPsI/AAAAAAAAAXo/xWbwsumX5kE/s320/DSC02626.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503440920018304706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I overheard a mother talking to her son about the farmer's market and was glad I inquired as our Saturday morning stroll netted us these locally grown veggies and some glassware from a local antique store.  I told the hubs that he could add these to the list of things that he would never do as a bachelor :), but I don't think he minds much because he gets to have things like the pictured tomato &amp; onion salad and galette &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TGAllRpJOQI/AAAAAAAAAXY/HhXs9WEEs7o/s1600/antique+glass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TGAllRpJOQI/AAAAAAAAAXY/HhXs9WEEs7o/s320/antique+glass.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503440066968107266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TGAllBgI-pI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/CkTvvtn-Um4/s1600/veggies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TGAllBgI-pI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/CkTvvtn-Um4/s320/veggies.jpg"&lt;br /&gt;border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503440062635375250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (including Michigan peaches &amp; blueberries previously purchased) that I made for Sunday dinner tonight.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TGAllhX2jgI/AAAAAAAAAXg/0djheNRh6pU/s1600/Sunday+dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TGAllhX2jgI/AAAAAAAAAXg/0djheNRh6pU/s320/Sunday+dinner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503440071190547970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observation: people in Marshall say "hello" and "good morning" much more readily than they do back home - although everyone I say hello to when walking around our neighborhood generally responds in kind - and also there is a greater tendency at the yoga studio I go to, but I chalk that up to the patchouli :). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the wedding on Saturday included a wonderfully intimate Christ-centered ceremony and an absolutely beaming bride and groom - we are so happy for you, congratulations Kelli &amp; Andy!  I've already made plans to whisk her away for lunch upon their return to the D to get to know her better and acclimate her to the area.  Random fact: during a bout of boredom in the car I was able to make a list of over 50 weddings - and still counting! - that I've been invited to over the last 12-14 years, now that's a lot of "I do's"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-5088609212533138853?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/5088609212533138853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=5088609212533138853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/5088609212533138853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/5088609212533138853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2010/08/midwest-weekend.html' title='Midwest weekend'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TGAlQux04OI/AAAAAAAAAXI/_O9L5r9TWdg/s72-c/DSC02604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-7968289171613737188</id><published>2010-07-21T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T09:27:08.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going west side</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TEcfng6oFBI/AAAAAAAAAW4/e-8jwAXRXBg/s1600/21735240574_ORIG-766497.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TEcfng6oFBI/AAAAAAAAAW4/e-8jwAXRXBg/s320/21735240574_ORIG-766497.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496396633940169746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TEcfoBWspFI/AAAAAAAAAXA/o7EyouW9KrM/s1600/21734905453_ORIG-767745.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TEcfoBWspFI/AAAAAAAAAXA/o7EyouW9KrM/s320/21734905453_ORIG-767745.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496396642647843922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=unicode"&gt; &lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft SafeHTML"&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P {margin:0px;padding:0px;} body.hmmessage {font-size:10pt;font-family:Verdana;}  &lt;/style&gt; Despite getting caught in major accident traffic on I-96 W (causing me to turn around and purposely drive the wrong way on a highway just to escape the deadlock!) my little day trip out to Grand Rapids yesterday resulted in some girly fun that included (not) being quiet at the beautiful library, sweating outside within seconds, uncontrollable [me] laughter at the art museum, delicious eats and cute accessory finds at some resale shops - thanks ladies for such a delightful day in your company!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-7968289171613737188?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/7968289171613737188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=7968289171613737188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/7968289171613737188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/7968289171613737188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2010/07/going-west-side.html' title='Going west side'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TEcfng6oFBI/AAAAAAAAAW4/e-8jwAXRXBg/s72-c/21735240574_ORIG-766497.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-6931289275973751120</id><published>2010-07-11T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T12:00:27.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sphere of influence</title><content type='html'>This morning in church I was listening to Drew in his message remark about how much one's community can affect the things we believe, the activities we do, the places we frequent; and really shape the person we are - for better or for worse, if you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TDoQQWjTDwI/AAAAAAAAAWw/QoRazgGfkZ4/s1600/circle-of-people.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TDoQQWjTDwI/AAAAAAAAAWw/QoRazgGfkZ4/s320/circle-of-people.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492720568649322242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminded me of last week when I was driving in the car and caught a 20-minute segment of the local NPR station airing a Shane Claiborne interview as part of their "Speaking of Faith" program. For those of you who are familiar with him and his way of thinking/living as a self-professed "ordinary radical" Christian, I don't think you have to agree with everything he says or does to find some of his fundamental ideas compelling.  He talked about living in community, a popular concept among Christians, but with a perspective twist that challenged me.  He was talking about how for him living in community meant surrounding himself with the kind of people he wished he could be like (well it was something generally like that, for what he actually said, go and listen to the &lt;a href="http://speakingoffaith.publicradio.org/programs/2010/monastic-revolution/"&gt;interview&lt;/a&gt; or excerpts yourself :).  And this perspective resonated with me, because in my life there are SO many people who do things or have personal characteristics that I admire - because they are so smart &amp; learned, they are compassionate, they are prayer warriors, they are witty, they are organized, they are great parents/spouses/siblings/friends etc. I was carrying on to a friend recently about some friend's deeds that I greatly admired, and the friend interrupted me and said "and YOU are that person for me", and while I was simultaneously humbled and embarrassed, when I reflected on it later I realized that she was just trying to pay me a compliment, and I'm sure that there is someone in her life who would say the same thing to her, and on and on.  The reality is that all our words and actions have the potential of affecting the lives around us, whether it is our family, children, peers, colleagues, friends or enemies.  This might be a heady notion to think about our power as individuals, yet it is actually a power that we all possess - so hopefully you are striving to be a better person and as a result we will all benefit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-6931289275973751120?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6931289275973751120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=6931289275973751120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/6931289275973751120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/6931289275973751120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2010/07/sphere-of-influence.html' title='Sphere of influence'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TDoQQWjTDwI/AAAAAAAAAWw/QoRazgGfkZ4/s72-c/circle-of-people.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-2570329778431044972</id><published>2010-07-08T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T12:34:05.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch and learn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TDYnpvr2BdI/AAAAAAAAAWo/UHbCyVnJnlU/s1600/21059882796_ORIG.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TDYnpvr2BdI/AAAAAAAAAWo/UHbCyVnJnlU/s320/21059882796_ORIG.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491620393753380306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the "ladies that lunch" type, rich ladies with plenty of time for yoga classes, shopping and long lunches.  My friends and I would make fun of them, except that now I am one these days - clearly minus the rich part!  But I can honestly say that I have cherished the many leisurely lunch dates I've had over the past couple of months; taking the time to visit with former colleagues that I'm friends with, building and maintaining some networking contacts, catching up with friends and hearing their stories, and now, the intimacy of inviting people to our new home.  The easy salad in the picture was recently served up to some ladies who are moving only a couple of hours away but are taking on a new chapter in their lives, and I wish them luck on their journey, as happiness is always close at hand when you can be content with your current lot in life. So, thanks friends, for your time, and for those of you who I haven't had the pleasure of lunching with yet - let's get something on the calendar! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-2570329778431044972?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/2570329778431044972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=2570329778431044972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/2570329778431044972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/2570329778431044972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2010/07/lunch-and-learn.html' title='Lunch and learn'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TDYnpvr2BdI/AAAAAAAAAWo/UHbCyVnJnlU/s72-c/21059882796_ORIG.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-1743911101729382704</id><published>2010-06-23T18:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T06:47:20.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More house pics</title><content type='html'>Powder room/downstairs bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TCK4gpe8DsI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/1TRwx1olCAA/s1600/DSC02480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TCK4gpe8DsI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/1TRwx1olCAA/s320/DSC02480.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486150167121628866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TCK31qNbkWI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Wy3LlCwp_Hc/s1600/DSC02584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TCK31qNbkWI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Wy3LlCwp_Hc/s320/DSC02584.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486149428582256994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TCK2_8fQpfI/AAAAAAAAAVw/zM53qnot2I4/s1600/DSC02603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TCK2_8fQpfI/AAAAAAAAAVw/zM53qnot2I4/s320/DSC02603.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486148505775941106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TCK2-zTa9qI/AAAAAAAAAVo/xeL3LuHuw_w/s1600/DSC02483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TCK2-zTa9qI/AAAAAAAAAVo/xeL3LuHuw_w/s320/DSC02483.JPG"border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486148486130497186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-1743911101729382704?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/1743911101729382704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=1743911101729382704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/1743911101729382704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/1743911101729382704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2010/06/more-house-pics_23.html' title='More house pics'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TCK4gpe8DsI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/1TRwx1olCAA/s72-c/DSC02480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-3094827894516795995</id><published>2010-06-23T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T18:49:46.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home sweet home</title><content type='html'>It's been about a week and a half since we moved into the new digs, and we couldn't be happier to finally be surrounded by our own things and not feel like we are living in two spaces.  But what has really made it our "home" is that in that short time, we have already had two parties and weekend houseguests (happy/safe travels to Cali, Isaac &amp; Natalie)!  We both agree that sharing our home with family and friends has completed the transition for us, and we've worked hard to put our own touches into the house (thank goodness the hubs is okay with my decorating touch being the heavy-handed one:), and we know that we'll work on it together for years to come.  Here's a couple shots from around the house, but we'll leave you to guess to which ones are the "before" and which ones are the "after"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Turns out I'm going to have to put the pictures in separate posts, because for some reason my Blogger dashboard is doing strange things with them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TCK1yjQNORI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/d_FEEs0G-O8/s1600/DSC02593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TCK1yjQNORI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/d_FEEs0G-O8/s320/DSC02593.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486147176151988498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TCK1xb0cJ9I/AAAAAAAAAVI/RzvALwfIhiQ/s1600/DSC02493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TCK1xb0cJ9I/AAAAAAAAAVI/RzvALwfIhiQ/s320/DSC02493.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486147156976609234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dining room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TCK2dIus8SI/AAAAAAAAAVg/JZ-sAGo6kiA/s1600/DSC02595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TCK2dIus8SI/AAAAAAAAAVg/JZ-sAGo6kiA/s320/DSC02595.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486147907766513954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TCK2cqJWggI/AAAAAAAAAVY/QubxEWMKKIQ/s1600/DSC02506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TCK2cqJWggI/AAAAAAAAAVY/QubxEWMKKIQ/s320/DSC02506.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486147899556790786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-3094827894516795995?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/3094827894516795995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=3094827894516795995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/3094827894516795995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/3094827894516795995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2010/06/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home sweet home'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TCK1yjQNORI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/d_FEEs0G-O8/s72-c/DSC02593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-2238125639545927936</id><published>2010-06-17T15:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T15:27:28.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer bounty</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TBqgSgjeAjI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/eAFZIAV6_Mg/s1600/20594681944_ORIG-786212.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TBqgSgjeAjI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/eAFZIAV6_Mg/s320/20594681944_ORIG-786212.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483871736113791538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TBqgTL6BAMI/AAAAAAAAAUY/avvdV1NWJFc/s1600/20595688234_ORIG-788683.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TBqgTL6BAMI/AAAAAAAAAUY/avvdV1NWJFc/s320/20595688234_ORIG-788683.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483871747751084226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=unicode"&gt; &lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft SafeHTML"&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P {margin:0px;padding:0px;} body.hmmessage {font-size:10pt;font-family:Verdana;}  &lt;/style&gt; I decided to say summer bounty instead of summer harvest because that might imply that there are herbs growing in our nonexistent garden (hey, we haven't even been in this house a week yet!), instead I clipped them out of the little potted plants residing in my kitchen's garden window.  The ones I'm growing from seeds are not exactly hardy yet after a month, but I picked up this little guy from the Royal Oak farmer's market a couple weeks ago, even though I wasn't sure exactly what I was going to do with orange mint.  But inspiration struck after eating the wild rice &amp;amp; orzo salad at J Alexander's while out at lunch with a friend yesterday (great to see you, Jen!) and deciding I wouldmake a cold lentil and brown rice salad to go along with the marinated chicken and grilled pineapple that will constitute dinner via the inaugural use of the new grill for our first meal outside, on our new patio table and chairs.  That plus I was giddy to pick up some summer squash and tons of blackberries and nectarines on sale today at the grocery, don't you just love summer eating??  I know I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.windowslive.com/campaign/thenewbusy?tile=multiaccount&amp;amp;ocid=PID28326::T:WLMTAGL:ON:WL:en-US:WM_HMP:042010_4" target="_new"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-2238125639545927936?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/2238125639545927936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=2238125639545927936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/2238125639545927936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/2238125639545927936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-bounty.html' title='Summer bounty'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TBqgSgjeAjI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/eAFZIAV6_Mg/s72-c/20594681944_ORIG-786212.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-630968158086553030</id><published>2010-06-14T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T05:44:27.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming up roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TBYj6qDI7QI/AAAAAAAAAUI/_31uK5NEpMQ/s1600/20230473416_ORIG.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TBYj6qDI7QI/AAAAAAAAAUI/_31uK5NEpMQ/s320/20230473416_ORIG.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482609086996999426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TBYj6f1Y9pI/AAAAAAAAAUA/03mxe7lyJL0/s1600/20062014550_ORIG.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TBYj6f1Y9pI/AAAAAAAAAUA/03mxe7lyJL0/s320/20062014550_ORIG.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482609084254975634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our joints are creaking (ok, maybe just mine!) and a happy tiredness greeted us this morning after a long weekend of last minute packing, loading and unloading, and digging through our boxed-up life for our things.  But we feel blessed with a beautiful new home that we have and will continue to work on for years to come, and one that we hope to fill with memories that will far outnumber our piles and piles of "stuff".  Here's a peek at some of the flowers blooming in some of the corners outside, more photos to come! (I took some initial move-in pics yesterday but am still hunting for the cords so I can transfer them from the camera to the computer!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-630968158086553030?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/630968158086553030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=630968158086553030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/630968158086553030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/630968158086553030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2010/06/coming-up-roses.html' title='Coming up roses'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TBYj6qDI7QI/AAAAAAAAAUI/_31uK5NEpMQ/s72-c/20230473416_ORIG.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-8012892331946062698</id><published>2010-06-10T05:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T05:44:35.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange sayings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TBDeD0Oic2I/AAAAAAAAAT4/DvqF_1eoxZ4/s1600/20297570840_ORIG.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 310px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TBDeD0Oic2I/AAAAAAAAAT4/DvqF_1eoxZ4/s320/20297570840_ORIG.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481124903650489186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People (of all ages) say the darndest things, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning I walk into the new location of the yoga studio that I've been going to for a couple of years and want to take in the unknown surroundings yet I'm somewhat thrown in observing the height of the person ahead of me signing in at the reception desk - a younger guy with longish hair pulled back by a bandanna, and a hiker's backpack slung over his shoulder along with his yoga mat - not an uncommon sight at such an establishment.   He half turns and says "good morning" and I reciprocated like a good fellow yogi should :).  At a smidge over 5'3" I'm not really a great judge of height, but I'd have to guess that this particular gentleman was nearly 7 feet tall - I noticed when he stretched his hands up above his head in class he was mere inches away from the ceiling!  And if that weren't enough, because we ended up in class next to each other, I couldn't help but notice that his toenails were painted - the same color as my own! (my color "Wicked" is in the pic, notice the packing materials in the background so yes I did get some house work done too!)  The minute class was over he turns to me and says "well, that was lovely", and all I could do was smile demurely (I hope), grab my things and leave the room before I burst into giggles!  Thank goodness I wasn't there with a friend or all hope would be lost.  That was even better than the young couple at a previous class who felt the need to hold hands during a move called child's pose, seriously folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other random sayings from the last couple of weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm in the checkout line of our local grocery Nino's, and when I hand over the latest weekly edition of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crain's Detroit Business&lt;/span&gt; to read over lunch, the young female cashier squeals "Oh, that's a funny magazine!".  Say what?!?&lt;br /&gt;-I'm at a meeting for church, and the person leading is going around introducing everyone around the table and he stops at me and says "I'm sorry, every time I look at you I want to say 'aloha'!"  Turns out Aloha is the name of another Filipino woman who goes to our church, but from the puzzled looks on a few people's faces it was clear that not everyone knew that, LOL.  Just another tidbit to add to all of the mixups and crazy Asian comments that myself, my sister Aimee and our friend Kim (holla cousin Kim Kim!) who all attend there get frequently.&lt;br /&gt;-And my favorite: while volunteering at Central Detroit Christian several weeks ago the kids were practicing their songs and while I'm standing in between two second graders because they were having some challenges behaving (ahem), in the middle of the song one of them is poking my arm and I whisper "Stop it, what is it?" and he says "why do you smell like that?" and I reply "smell like what?" half horrified/half frustrated and he says, looking up at me with no small amount of wonder, "you smell like a banana split!!"  Apparently thanks to my application of vanilla/coconut Victoria's Secret spray, I unwittingly unleashed the sugar-spun fantasies of a 7-year-old boy.  Not exactly what I was going for, but I have done worse! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-8012892331946062698?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/8012892331946062698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=8012892331946062698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/8012892331946062698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/8012892331946062698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2010/06/strange-sayings.html' title='Strange sayings'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TBDeD0Oic2I/AAAAAAAAAT4/DvqF_1eoxZ4/s72-c/20297570840_ORIG.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-6725717059962527029</id><published>2010-06-07T05:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T05:51:29.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in June</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TAzf_e04n-I/AAAAAAAAATI/0S8pNr_JUTw/s1600/20166869856_ORIG-788647.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TAzf_e04n-I/AAAAAAAAATI/0S8pNr_JUTw/s320/20166869856_ORIG-788647.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480001128302682082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We were telling some friends yesterday that over the weekend I spent some time re-opening some wedding gifts that have been hibernating in storage for a year and a half, and one commented that it was like Christmas in June!  Indeed.  Mostly they were items like platters and various kitchen items that we simply didn't have room for.  Actually, in the picture you can see a long thin box sticking out in the background and that contained blinds that I was supposed to be installing (see small stepladder to the left) but I was getting really frustrated so instead I plowed through the gifts :).  So thanks for the distraction, the gifts are lovely - again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.windowslive.com/campaign/thenewbusy?ocid=PID28326::T:WLMTAGL:ON:WL:en-US:WM_HMP:042010_2" target="_new"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-6725717059962527029?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6725717059962527029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=6725717059962527029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/6725717059962527029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/6725717059962527029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2010/06/christmas-in-june.html' title='Christmas in June'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/TAzf_e04n-I/AAAAAAAAATI/0S8pNr_JUTw/s72-c/20166869856_ORIG-788647.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-3919660386407321583</id><published>2010-06-01T13:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T13:25:36.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting down</title><content type='html'>These days my head is filled with numbers from my scribbles of "house notes" that I've been keeping on hand as I am continually drawn back again and again to our trusty local Lowe's store : 2 bathroom vanities, 4 mirrors, 12 switchplates, 14 light fixtures, 46 outlet covers, etc.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I even keep a mini-tape measure in my purse in case I need to quickly calculate whether new blinds or a refrigerator will fit into a certain space!&amp;nbsp; I've definitely learned some things through the process as well, like how to force my pen to the paper when writing checks for the plumber, painter, electrician, carpet guy, lumber place and general contractors :).&amp;nbsp; Trust me when I say that discussing different types of paint, toliet wax ring sizes, sanded vs. non-sanded grout, subtle differences between brands and models of new appliances and sound levels of bathroom exhaust fans are not things I normally chat about, but I have found that even in unfamiliar territory if the choices are fairly limited and explained plainly, I'm able to arrive at decisions pretty quickly (something that the hubs can appreciate about me - for better or worse!). &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Our move date is now officially June 12th, a little later than we originally thought but finally on the horizon yet we're still scrambling to get everything organized and packed. I am grateful for the unexpected gift of time I have right now to do these things and coordinate the contractors we've had working on the new place, and soon enough it will be time to get serious about the job hunt.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But in the meantime I am enjoying my current home project manager position, and I promise I will post some before and after pictures of the changes we've made here and there to make the house our own, though of course that will be an ongoing and neverending process!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;Hotmail is redefining busy with tools for the New Busy. Get more from your inbox. &lt;a href='http://www.windowslive.com/campaign/thenewbusy?ocid=PID28326::T:WLMTAGL:ON:WL:en-US:WM_HMP:042010_2' target='_new'&gt;See how.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-3919660386407321583?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/3919660386407321583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=3919660386407321583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/3919660386407321583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/3919660386407321583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2010/06/counting-down.html' title='Counting down'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-5653814674919337136</id><published>2010-05-30T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T12:16:23.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fields I Used To Roam</title><content type='html'>Today is the Sunday of Memorial Day weekend.  For most of my life this has meant one thing - watching or listening to the Indianapolis 500.  I lived in Indianapolis from the ages of three to thirteen, and returned to Indiana for college.  Living in Indy, the 500 was blacked out locally, so we listened to the 500 on the radio.  Its hard to describe what the 500 meant for us back then.  It was kind of like listening to Ernie Harrwell call the Tigers games on the radio - except that the entire baseball season happened on one Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the tradition of the race - the Purdue All-American marching band, the national anthem, the invocation, Taps, Jim Nabors singing Back Home Again in Indiana (not that I also have that song on my iPod), and a member of the Hulman family saying "Ladies and Gentlemen, Start Your Engines!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been twelve years since I lived in Indiana, and as the years have passed and after the split of IndyCar and Champ Car, I no longer follow IndyCar racing, and I don't care very much about the actual race.  But I still put the race on the DVR, if for no other reason than to watch the pre-race ceremony.  I still love some Jim Nabors.  I love my life in Detroit - I don't dream about the moonlight on the Wabash nor do I dream about my Indiana home.  But I think I'll always have a soft spot in my heart for the tradition of that Sunday in May.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-5653814674919337136?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/5653814674919337136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=5653814674919337136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/5653814674919337136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/5653814674919337136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2010/05/fields-i-used-to-roam.html' title='The Fields I Used To Roam'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220684476759637287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-2678547042503173131</id><published>2010-05-07T10:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T10:02:36.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shop at Kroger??</title><content type='html'>Many of you know that I sit on the board of &lt;a href="http://www.judsoncenter.org"&gt;Judson Center&lt;/a&gt; www.judsoncenter.org, a local nonprofit that provides services in the areas of adoption &amp;amp; foster care, autism, mental health counseling, supported employment, family preservation, respite and residential living for children and families in 10 counties in and around metro Detroit.&amp;nbsp; If you shop at Kroger grocery stores and use a Kroger Plus card, please consider registering your account to provide Judson Center a percentage of Kroger profits from your purchases as a part of their community rewards program (see below for the easy instructions).&amp;nbsp; Thank you for your support!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;Register an existing card&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br&gt;-Log into www.krogercommunityrewards.com&lt;br&gt;-Sign in at the top of the page right under the "welcome" link&lt;br&gt;-Click on the "my account" link near the top&lt;br&gt;-Scroll down to "Community Rewards information"&lt;br&gt;-Click "Edit community rewards information"&lt;br&gt;-Under "Find your organization" type in &lt;b&gt;Judson Center&lt;/b&gt; or enter organization #&lt;b&gt;90406&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Click the button (2) to select Judson Center then click (3) save changes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;Register a new card&lt;/u&gt; (card must be used once before registering):&lt;br&gt;-Click on "register" at the top of the www.krogercommunityrewards.com page right under the "welcome" link&lt;br&gt;-Register your card under "New Online Customer"&lt;br&gt;-Complete registration and log back in following the directions for existing cardholders.&lt;br&gt;&lt;table style="border-top: 1px solid black; font-weight: bold; font-family: 'Segoe UI',Tahoma,san-serif;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://im.live.com/Messenger/IM/Home/?source=EML_WLHM_GreaterGood" style="font-size: 9pt; color: rgb(1, 132, 203); text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="padding: 0px 24px; font-size: 8pt; color: rgb(63, 181, 85); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-2678547042503173131?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/2678547042503173131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=2678547042503173131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/2678547042503173131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/2678547042503173131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2010/05/shop-at-kroger.html' title='Shop at Kroger??'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-3014226178718741479</id><published>2010-05-02T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T18:24:24.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky me</title><content type='html'>This is what I was thinking about this weekend, not just because we got possession/keys to our new house 3 weeks earlier than originally expected, but because last night after I had passed out on the couch after dinner simply beat from two days of loading and unloading a Uhaul truck (and that didn't even include anything from the condo, just stuff being stored in our friend &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/S94llDKc9-I/AAAAAAAAATA/ak3mRRjIkhg/s1600/banana+bread.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/S94llDKc9-I/AAAAAAAAATA/ak3mRRjIkhg/s320/banana+bread.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466848316108896226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sarah's basement and a storage unit! luckily the movers will do the rest) I discovered that my equally tired husband had unloaded the dishwasher, washed the sheets AND remade the bed - as a bonus I woke up to him watching a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Star Wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;movie - boy, do I love this man! :)  And this picture is from last week one evening when he offered to make the banana bread after I set out the ingredients because I was still feeling sick, this was his second attempt at following my recipe, and it was even better than the last time!  Thanks, hon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-3014226178718741479?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/3014226178718741479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=3014226178718741479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/3014226178718741479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/3014226178718741479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2010/05/lucky-me.html' title='Lucky me'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/S94llDKc9-I/AAAAAAAAATA/ak3mRRjIkhg/s72-c/banana+bread.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-5867580906718778480</id><published>2010-04-27T18:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T18:44:27.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where does the time go?</title><content type='html'>What has kept me so busy that I haven't posted to the blog lately?&amp;nbsp; Surprisingly, my schedule during this little rest period has been quite full even without work.&amp;nbsp; Here's a few things that I've done over the last 2.5 weeks: had a great weekend at our church's womens retreat, attended an awesome Daughtry/Lifehouse concert, did 2 deliveries through the church meals team, took advantage of 2 volunteer opportunities helping with the youth program at Central Detroit Christian, attended 2 meetings for the Judson Center, watched the niece/nephew, attended 2 church meetings, a bible study, had a massage and a manicure and scheduled a pedicure, ordered lumber, went back and forth with our renters/house sellers on their move date, reserved then cancelled our weekend up north for this weekend, had 2 great dinners during Detroit Restaurant Week including a date with the hubby and a dinner out with the girls, went to a baby shower, had 6 lunch dates and 9 workouts.&amp;nbsp; Oh, and I was sick and had to go to the doctor last Friday - and I haven't gone to the doctor for a cold since, umm, probably never but I couldn't shake the sore throat/cough and it didn't make sense since I was getting plenty of rest.&amp;nbsp; Boy, other than the sick part, I could get used to this life!&amp;nbsp; But reality will set in soon enough, and yet I hope that I'll have a better shot at a work/life balance in the future, perhaps it was high time to reevaluate my priorities.&amp;nbsp; More later when I have time...! :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table style="border-top: 1px solid black; font-weight: bold; font-family: 'Segoe UI',Tahoma,san-serif;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://im.live.com/Messenger/IM/Home/?source=EML_WLHM_GreaterGood" style="font-size: 9pt; color: rgb(1, 132, 203); text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="padding: 0px 24px; font-size: 8pt; color: rgb(63, 181, 85); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-5867580906718778480?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/5867580906718778480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=5867580906718778480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/5867580906718778480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/5867580906718778480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2010/04/where-does-time-go.html' title='Where does the time go?'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-1793642248824670278</id><published>2010-04-14T08:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T08:49:27.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New directions</title><content type='html'>OK, yes, that's a not-so-subtle reference to the fact that I'm a total GLEEk!&amp;nbsp; It should prove to be an interesting season with lots of twists to the character stories.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But also it's a positive mantra that I'm hoping to be the theme these next few months, between moving and my figuring out what God has in store for me next.&amp;nbsp; After having been in a work rut for the last year or so, I'm quite excited for the change, despite the unexpected circumstances.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;P.S.&amp;nbsp; Even though I went to bed last night not feeling well, at least I can sit outside this morning in the nice weather and write my emails.&amp;nbsp; Jealous? :)&amp;nbsp; Oh, look at that, time for lunch!&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="border-top: 1px solid black; font-weight: bold; font-family: 'Segoe UI',Tahoma,san-serif;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://im.live.com/Messenger/IM/Home/?source=EML_WLHM_GreaterGood" style="font-size: 9pt; color: rgb(1, 132, 203); text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="padding: 0px 24px; font-size: 8pt; color: rgb(63, 181, 85); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-1793642248824670278?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/1793642248824670278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=1793642248824670278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/1793642248824670278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/1793642248824670278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-directions.html' title='New directions'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-4246762686282957890</id><published>2010-04-07T10:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T10:58:52.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the influence</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/S7zH3NEjz7I/AAAAAAAAASw/S2xoQcfe9L8/s1600/Coffee_beans-732342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/S7zH3NEjz7I/AAAAAAAAASw/S2xoQcfe9L8/s320/Coffee_beans-732342.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457456599681716146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;I guess I knew that some of my eating habits and food tastes had naturally rubbed off on the hubby over the time we've been together, but I just had to chuckle at his reply when I asked why the coffee he bought the other day seemed a little pricier than normal as I glanced at a crumpled up receipt sitting on the kitchen counter (yes, that is his formal filing system :) -&amp;nbsp;he calls out from the other room "because that was the only light roast/fair trade kind that they had at Whole Foods!".&amp;nbsp; ??&amp;nbsp; So I&amp;nbsp;fish&amp;nbsp;the shiny vacuum-packed bag out of the refrigerator and read&amp;nbsp;this description on the front:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;"&lt;EM&gt;Crisp and light with notes of cocoa and bing cherry&lt;/EM&gt;".&amp;nbsp; Oh boy,&amp;nbsp;have&amp;nbsp;I created&amp;nbsp;a foodie companion or what?&amp;nbsp; How&amp;nbsp;funny&amp;nbsp;:).&lt;/FONT&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-4246762686282957890?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/4246762686282957890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=4246762686282957890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/4246762686282957890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/4246762686282957890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2010/04/under-influence.html' title='Under the influence'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/S7zH3NEjz7I/AAAAAAAAASw/S2xoQcfe9L8/s72-c/Coffee_beans-732342.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-6641165298050657779</id><published>2010-04-04T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T09:10:02.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrate today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/S7i5wZEH5JI/AAAAAAAAASo/a_vzmRKX-G0/s1600/cross.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/S7i5wZEH5JI/AAAAAAAAASo/a_vzmRKX-G0/s320/cross.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456315189572396178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Mighty to Save" by Hillsong United:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone needs compassion&lt;br /&gt;A love that’s never failing&lt;br /&gt;Let mercy fall on me&lt;br /&gt;Everyone needs forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;The kindness of a Savior&lt;br /&gt;The hope of nations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savior, He can move the mountains&lt;br /&gt;My God is mighty to save&lt;br /&gt;He is mighty to save&lt;br /&gt;Forever, author of salvation&lt;br /&gt;He rose and conquered the grave&lt;br /&gt;Jesus conquered the grave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take me as You find me&lt;br /&gt;All my fears and failures&lt;br /&gt;Fill my life again&lt;br /&gt;I give my life to follow&lt;br /&gt;Everything I believe in&lt;br /&gt;Now I surrender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shine Your light and let the whole world see&lt;br /&gt;We’re singing&lt;br /&gt;For the glory of the risen King, Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Shine your light and let the whole world see,&lt;br /&gt;We're singing, for the glory of the risen King&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I get an amen?  Happy Easter, indeed!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-6641165298050657779?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6641165298050657779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=6641165298050657779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/6641165298050657779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/6641165298050657779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2010/04/celebrate-today.html' title='Celebrate today'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/S7i5wZEH5JI/AAAAAAAAASo/a_vzmRKX-G0/s72-c/cross.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-8367884507131830636</id><published>2010-04-03T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T16:10:00.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>get your peep on</title><content type='html'>For some silly Easter fun, check out &lt;a href="http://http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/gallery/2010/03/29/GA2010032903934.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; annual feature that the Washington Post does on creative expressions using - what else? - sugary peeps!  See some of the cheeky entry photos &lt;a href="http://http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/gallery/2010/03/29/GA2010032903934.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  Too cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-8367884507131830636?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/8367884507131830636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=8367884507131830636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/8367884507131830636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/8367884507131830636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2010/04/get-your-peep-on.html' title='get your peep on'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-8803318884384993426</id><published>2010-03-30T07:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T07:05:50.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky to have space</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/S7IFPrYLG_I/AAAAAAAAASg/K46tvBeFtJE/s1600/IMG00069-750628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/S7IFPrYLG_I/AAAAAAAAASg/K46tvBeFtJE/s320/IMG00069-750628.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454427865599384562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is a fuzzy pic of about 3 feet of jackets &amp;amp; suits heaped&amp;nbsp;onto the guest room bed, and that's just one of the piles.&amp;nbsp; Shortly after retiring to bed Sunday night after 11pm, we hear this loud crash, and&amp;nbsp;I jump up thinking that it was the neighbors since I just heard them talking outside for a bit after coming home.&amp;nbsp; Alas, the entire wire shelving system in the guest room's double closet had completely caved in!!&amp;nbsp; Yup, even buckled in the middle.&amp;nbsp; Whether it was poorly constructed to begin with (mind you I bought this condo new 6 years ago) or it was stuffed too full with our heavy clothes, I don't think it should have happened.&amp;nbsp;  &lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;P&gt;So last night after dinner we were still pulling things out and I was whining about our lack of space and how I couldn't wait to get into the new house so we could execute our plans to expand the closet in the guest bedroom for me, and the hubby says "there are people in Haiti that don't even have a house anymore, so we can deal without an extra closet&amp;nbsp;for a couple of months".&amp;nbsp; Riiight.&amp;nbsp; He was half-joking, but&amp;nbsp;I shut my trap nonetheless :).&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-8803318884384993426?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/8803318884384993426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=8803318884384993426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/8803318884384993426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/8803318884384993426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2010/03/lucky-to-have-space.html' title='Lucky to have space'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/S7IFPrYLG_I/AAAAAAAAASg/K46tvBeFtJE/s72-c/IMG00069-750628.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-7951415243649687267</id><published>2010-03-26T12:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T12:11:36.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hope springing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/S60G6NiRhYI/AAAAAAAAASY/ZmUeQmOeoCM/s1600/DRMM-796658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/S60G6NiRhYI/AAAAAAAAASY/ZmUeQmOeoCM/s320/DRMM-796658.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453022320951133570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Last Saturday a small group of volunteers from church decorated the dining hall of one of the Detroit Rescue Mission buildings.&amp;nbsp; Thought I'd share a cute pic of how we were able to spruce up the room with some springtime cheer.&amp;nbsp; (Special thanks to the gals at Carrie's bday party the night before who helped me with the paper flowers -even though you griped about it :), I hope you can see what a big favor that was!)&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;Perhaps&amp;nbsp;it will be a small reminder of the rebirth that we are about to celebrate during the Easter holiday, and at the very least, we&amp;nbsp;hope that the clients there will feel&amp;nbsp;loved and cared for.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The Detroit Rescue Mission Ministries provides so many basic needs and social services to substance addicts and the homeless, and they do so&amp;nbsp;with the belief that the "&lt;EM&gt;glory of God will always lead us in the right direction&lt;/EM&gt;" (website quote from their president, Chad Audi).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Amen to that!&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;P.S.&amp;nbsp; Please read about their awesome new restaurant venture that will help to provide skills-training to their clients in Highland Park&amp;nbsp; &lt;A href="http://www.drmm.org/restaurant.html"&gt;http://www.drmm.org/restaurant.html&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-7951415243649687267?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/7951415243649687267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=7951415243649687267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/7951415243649687267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/7951415243649687267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2010/03/hope-springing.html' title='hope springing'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/S60G6NiRhYI/AAAAAAAAASY/ZmUeQmOeoCM/s72-c/DRMM-796658.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-7360399038070467546</id><published>2010-03-25T06:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T06:54:44.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming upstream</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/S6trJEpgHoI/AAAAAAAAASQ/VxXPFqY_u-A/s1600/fish2-784270.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/S6trJEpgHoI/AAAAAAAAASQ/VxXPFqY_u-A/s320/fish2-784270.gif"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452569577472925314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Last night was the first night this week that we were both home for dinner (not counting when we went out Sunday night to recreate our first date 3 years ago! :) so I finally got a chance to cook up some of the salmon we got last week.&amp;nbsp; Yum.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Then I started thinking about the types of fish that are able to swim upstream, using an internal compass that responds to the earth's magnetic fields to chart their path.&amp;nbsp; I'd love to think that I have such a singular focus on the things that are important in my life, but the reality is that it's a daily struggle and often I feel (like I do this week)&amp;nbsp;like I'm swimming upstream.&amp;nbsp; So it's a comfort to know that even the fish have to take their "steps" upstream&amp;nbsp;by leaping!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Is it Friday yet?!?&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; "&lt;EM&gt;If there is no struggle, there is no progress."&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt; ~Frederick Douglass&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-7360399038070467546?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/7360399038070467546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=7360399038070467546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/7360399038070467546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/7360399038070467546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2010/03/swimming-upstream.html' title='Swimming upstream'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/S6trJEpgHoI/AAAAAAAAASQ/VxXPFqY_u-A/s72-c/fish2-784270.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-1347245670484688641</id><published>2010-03-22T08:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T08:15:44.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making waves</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/S6eJoHiUx0I/AAAAAAAAASI/oToISmDw6QA/s1600-h/water+drop-744633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/S6eJoHiUx0I/AAAAAAAAASI/oToISmDw6QA/s320/water+drop-744633.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451477196266063682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I'm probably not the first person you'd think would be putting the word out about World Water Day (today), but the founders of&amp;nbsp;&lt;STRONG&gt;3 for 5 &lt;/STRONG&gt;go to our church and gave out information yesterday about their organization.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Regardless of whom you would like to point a finger at,&amp;nbsp;hearing that over 1.5 million children under the age of 5 die every year from preventable illnesses linked to dirty water and poor sanitation is a sad story indeed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; I really admire people who put their ideas into action, instead of just talking about them.&amp;nbsp; Please take a moment to visit their website &lt;A href="http://www.3for5.org"&gt;www.3for5.org&lt;/A&gt;, donate your 5 bucks, and pass it along!&amp;nbsp; Thank you.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-1347245670484688641?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/1347245670484688641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=1347245670484688641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/1347245670484688641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/1347245670484688641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2010/03/making-waves.html' title='Making waves'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/S6eJoHiUx0I/AAAAAAAAASI/oToISmDw6QA/s72-c/water+drop-744633.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-2304624583934985169</id><published>2010-03-18T07:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T07:18:33.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When grace is enough</title><content type='html'>I can't even remember now what the topic of discussion was on the radio show that I was listening to a couple weeks ago, but one of the sentiments just stuck with me.&amp;nbsp; The person was saying that&amp;nbsp;there will be times in your life&amp;nbsp;when you're feeling really low, and it can be hard to even believe in God, but&amp;nbsp;don't worry, even in these moments, God still believes in YOU.&amp;nbsp; Now, you might&amp;nbsp;write this off as one of those sappy&amp;nbsp;things Christians say, but I couldn't get it out of my head.&amp;nbsp; The idea that God actually believes in little ole'&amp;nbsp;me is&amp;nbsp;just mind-boggling!&amp;nbsp; I've also been&amp;nbsp;hitting repeat on track #13 of a CD compilation that a friend&amp;nbsp;recently gave to&amp;nbsp;me (thanks Robin! :), and I'm reminded that I need&amp;nbsp;God's grace - every day.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;"Your Grace is Enough" by Chris Tomlin&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;Great is Your faithfulness oh God &lt;BR&gt;You wrestle with the sinner's heart &lt;BR&gt;You lead us by still waters and to mercy &lt;BR&gt;And nothing can keep us apart &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;So remember Your people &lt;BR&gt;Remember Your children &lt;BR&gt;Remember Your promise, oh God &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Your grace is enough &lt;BR&gt;Your grace is enough &lt;BR&gt;Your grace is enough for me &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Great is Your love and justice God &lt;BR&gt;You use the weak to lead the strong &lt;BR&gt;You lead us in the song of Your salvation &lt;BR&gt;And all Your people sing along &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;So remember Your people &lt;BR&gt;Remember Your children &lt;BR&gt;Remember Your promise, oh God&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Your grace is enough &lt;BR&gt;Your grace is enough &lt;BR&gt;Your grace is enough for me&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;So remember Your people &lt;BR&gt;Remember Your children &lt;BR&gt;Remember Your promise, oh God &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Your grace is enough &lt;BR&gt;Your grace is enough &lt;BR&gt;Your grace is enough for me &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Your grace is enough &lt;BR&gt;Heaven reaching down to us &lt;BR&gt;Your grace is enough for me &lt;BR&gt;God I see your grace is enough &lt;BR&gt;I'm covered in your love &lt;BR&gt;Your grace is enough for me &lt;BR&gt;For me &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-2304624583934985169?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/2304624583934985169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=2304624583934985169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/2304624583934985169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/2304624583934985169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-grace-is-enough.html' title='When grace is enough'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-4517116092246259481</id><published>2010-03-11T13:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T13:29:17.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wide open spaces</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/S5lgrgXq77I/AAAAAAAAAR4/GDbZtLDUCPQ/s1600-h/Device+MemoryhomeuserpicturesIMG00064-757933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/S5lgrgXq77I/AAAAAAAAAR4/GDbZtLDUCPQ/s320/Device+MemoryhomeuserpicturesIMG00064-757933.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447491524821184434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/S5lgrzXGduI/AAAAAAAAASA/6fNwe3A-o3I/s1600-h/Grosse_Pointe_yacht_club-759203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/S5lgrzXGduI/AAAAAAAAASA/6fNwe3A-o3I/s320/Grosse_Pointe_yacht_club-759203.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447491529919067874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Someone who just moved back to Michigan not too long ago&amp;nbsp;commented to me this morning that their family has been so busy these past couple of years that they still haven't navigated too much past their home radius, and here I was just yesterday thinking how&amp;nbsp;I started my work day in Ray Twp (think miles of sod farms) and ended it in Grosse Pointe (waterfront dotted with yachts and multi-million dollar homes) -&amp;nbsp;both places are only about 30 min away from where we live.&amp;nbsp; I guess these places are a bit like us, in that they are so unlike and yet&amp;nbsp;beautiful in different ways, and&amp;nbsp;are not as far apart as we sometimes think...&lt;BR&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-4517116092246259481?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/4517116092246259481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=4517116092246259481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/4517116092246259481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/4517116092246259481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2010/03/wide-open-spaces.html' title='Wide open spaces'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/S5lgrgXq77I/AAAAAAAAAR4/GDbZtLDUCPQ/s72-c/Device+MemoryhomeuserpicturesIMG00064-757933.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-6351744959471759591</id><published>2010-03-05T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T13:02:05.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being right</title><content type='html'>Out of curiousity (okay, maybe it was more like listless conference call syndrome) I Googled this phrase today and it came back with all kinds of random results, ranging from self-help advice, politics and some dude's disturbing Flickr account of the same name.&amp;nbsp; I was thinking about how the hubby and I had a short exchange about this concept last night (don't worry, it really was&amp;nbsp;brief as it was after 10:00pm and it was very important to me to&amp;nbsp;be able watch &lt;EM&gt;The Office&lt;/EM&gt;&amp;nbsp;episode about Jim &amp;amp; Pam having a baby!), and one of the questions he asked me was "why is it so important for you to always prove your point?".&amp;nbsp; Well, now, I felt that was a bit like asking a songbird why they always felt the need to&amp;nbsp;sing! :).&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; But seriously, I've always found it interesting to reflect on different personalities and how they often seem to lead us down the road of familiar tendencies and repeated actions.&amp;nbsp; While I don't necessarily subscribe to the idea that we are somehow concretely set in our ways due to predetermined personality types, it can certainly be an insightful exercise to figure out our makeup.&amp;nbsp; Don't you sometimes find yourself thinking that the way you acted or spoke was so unlike your normal ways or that you just can't figure out where it came from?&amp;nbsp; Interesting indeed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; P.S.&amp;nbsp; Yes, honey, it was in an email, but &lt;U&gt;maybe&lt;/U&gt; you did also tell me and I just don't remember.&amp;nbsp; Maybe...&amp;nbsp;:) xoxo&lt;BR&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-6351744959471759591?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6351744959471759591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=6351744959471759591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/6351744959471759591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/6351744959471759591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2010/03/being-right.html' title='Being right'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-3441137571518621685</id><published>2010-03-02T09:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T09:19:21.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning checklist</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/S41Ime6DftI/AAAAAAAAARo/ANABtdkZ6kc/s1600-h/office-761502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/S41Ime6DftI/AAAAAAAAARo/ANABtdkZ6kc/s320/office-761502.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444087350529588946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/S41Im7xqMRI/AAAAAAAAARw/FZThXbD__sc/s1600-h/office2-763661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/S41Im7xqMRI/AAAAAAAAARw/FZThXbD__sc/s320/office2-763661.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444087358279004434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Our friend Jodi recently posted on her blog about her work space being a mess, and it made me look around my own office - and wince.&amp;nbsp; These are the only parts I felt okay&amp;nbsp;about showing you, and even then you can see there are piles in one of my&amp;nbsp;"in" boxes and&amp;nbsp;a couple other boxes&amp;nbsp;sitting on the floor of older files that my co-worker handed off to me.&amp;nbsp; Yikes.&amp;nbsp; You can't even see the other piles to the left and behind, and&amp;nbsp;my other plant has not revived to its former self since the beginning of the year!&amp;nbsp; But I have kept it alive for the last 8 years, thank you very much.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;I can admit&amp;nbsp;that I'm in need of a good cleanse in practically every area of my life, so I hope spring comes soon so that my motivation kicks in!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-3441137571518621685?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/3441137571518621685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=3441137571518621685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/3441137571518621685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/3441137571518621685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2010/03/cleaning-checklist.html' title='Cleaning checklist'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/S41Ime6DftI/AAAAAAAAARo/ANABtdkZ6kc/s72-c/office-761502.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-4134431565581210381</id><published>2010-02-25T07:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T07:46:09.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home is..where?</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about this concept a lot in recent months as we've been making plans to move our&amp;nbsp;house location (locally)&amp;nbsp;and dealing with several changes in our work lives.&amp;nbsp; For me, I know my attitude and perspective can change so much when my environment changes, for better or for worse. &amp;nbsp;When its the latter, I try to center myself and think happier thoughts.&amp;nbsp; I can also think about when I feel most at "home": when I'm with the hubby, when we're hanging out with friends, when we're spending time with family, when we're enjoying the community of our church, when we welcome people into our home, when we choose to serve others, when we develop quality relationships at work etc. I hope you also have a good list of places you call home -&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;thanks for being a part of my home circle, we should have you over sometime soon! ;)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-4134431565581210381?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/4134431565581210381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=4134431565581210381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/4134431565581210381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/4134431565581210381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2010/02/home-iswhere.html' title='Home is..where?'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-5398805272945401620</id><published>2010-02-15T06:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T06:40:02.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Valentine's to remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/S3lcwmDrM5I/AAAAAAAAARg/wDCAs6gn9Os/s1600-h/valentine_heart-702471.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/S3lcwmDrM5I/AAAAAAAAARg/wDCAs6gn9Os/s320/valentine_heart-702471.gif"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438480014946022290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;With our newly merged&amp;nbsp;congregation, we now have (and love!) a number of older attendees who have continued to faithfully attend and serve the church.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Yesterday our pastor said that he and his wife would be treating&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;church's widows to lunch, unless others wanted to invite them, and that's how our little group&amp;nbsp;ended up sharing a meal with two lovely ladies Wanda and Mary Lee.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Now we always manage to have good conversation and laughs over&amp;nbsp;lunch, and this&amp;nbsp;was no exception!&amp;nbsp; In fact, I might have had some extra laughs listening to Wanda lecture our friend Dave in a loving way (if he blames me I can accept that, but he still deserved it :).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But the opportunity to get to know some new faces, share our stories and ask questions of these longtime members&amp;nbsp;of the former First Baptist of Royal Oak was simply priceless.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;What a sweet gift!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-5398805272945401620?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/5398805272945401620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=5398805272945401620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/5398805272945401620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/5398805272945401620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-to-remember.html' title='A Valentine&apos;s to remember'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/S3lcwmDrM5I/AAAAAAAAARg/wDCAs6gn9Os/s72-c/valentine_heart-702471.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-8418677456124728170</id><published>2010-02-15T06:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T06:14:46.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter follies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/S3lW1luxLlI/AAAAAAAAARI/NNs1nnuQcNA/s1600-h/compuware-786323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/S3lW1luxLlI/AAAAAAAAARI/NNs1nnuQcNA/s320/compuware-786323.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438473503687913042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/S3lW19PZRVI/AAAAAAAAARQ/d5nVRk93Kno/s1600-h/ice+house-787341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/S3lW19PZRVI/AAAAAAAAARQ/d5nVRk93Kno/s320/ice+house-787341.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438473509998773586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/S3lW2ID63XI/AAAAAAAAARY/VMsOIWd8Qcg/s1600-h/jodi.alli-788069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/S3lW2ID63XI/AAAAAAAAARY/VMsOIWd8Qcg/s320/jodi.alli-788069.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438473512903433586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;If it has to be cold, at least we can have some fun in the D!&amp;nbsp; Saturday afternoon we headed downtown to visit with our friend Jodi,&amp;nbsp;take in the activities of the Motown Winterblast around Campus Martius and also stop by the Ice House in Detroit for some pictures.&amp;nbsp; Good times, indeed!&lt;BR&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-8418677456124728170?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/8418677456124728170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=8418677456124728170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/8418677456124728170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/8418677456124728170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2010/02/winter-follies.html' title='Winter follies'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/S3lW1luxLlI/AAAAAAAAARI/NNs1nnuQcNA/s72-c/compuware-786323.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-6905365981568524394</id><published>2010-02-13T06:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T06:36:53.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now that's funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/S3a5BUStpeI/AAAAAAAAARA/f4JDUKK0r-o/s1600-h/Device+MemoryhomeuserpicturesIMG00055-713860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/S3a5BUStpeI/AAAAAAAAARA/f4JDUKK0r-o/s320/Device+MemoryhomeuserpicturesIMG00055-713860.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437737032374658530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Eight of us had a grand ole time last night at Mark Ridley's Comedy Castle in Royal Oak to see the comedian Sugar Sammy.&amp;nbsp; He even took a shine to my sister "hiiii Aimeeeee, poke me on Facebook!"...hee hee :).&amp;nbsp; There were 3 other comedians leading up to his headline act, but he was the funniest by far.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Especially amusing to us were his jokes about the Asian-filled city of Troy (where we just happen to live), holla!&amp;nbsp; What a nice way to end a drab winter week, thanks for the laughs, friends.&lt;br&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-6905365981568524394?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6905365981568524394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=6905365981568524394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/6905365981568524394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/6905365981568524394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2010/02/now-thats-funny.html' title='Now that&apos;s funny'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/S3a5BUStpeI/AAAAAAAAARA/f4JDUKK0r-o/s72-c/Device+MemoryhomeuserpicturesIMG00055-713860.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-5097923573012876160</id><published>2010-02-12T07:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T07:50:04.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday, Abe!</title><content type='html'>No, not my sister-in-law's husband, but the great president himself!&amp;nbsp; Needless to say I'm a big fan, and the Lincoln Memorial (preferably at night) is my favorite spot in DC.&amp;nbsp; Oh, and please don't send me any Lincoln-hating emails unless you can also name a president who was perfect :).&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Anyway, if you haven't read some of his speeches you're missing out!&amp;nbsp; Aside from the Gettysburg address, the&amp;nbsp;"House Divided" speech that he gave&amp;nbsp;upon his&amp;nbsp;nomination acceptance by the Illinois Republican Party for U.S. Senator (which he lost)&amp;nbsp; became one of his&amp;nbsp;best known speeches.&amp;nbsp; Why doesn't anyone write like this anymore?&amp;nbsp; While earlier versions of the same scripture referenced exist,&amp;nbsp;his is probably the most quoted.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;STRONG&gt;"A house divided against itself cannot stand"&lt;/STRONG&gt;&amp;nbsp;is taken from &lt;A class="external text" href="http://bibref.hebtools.com/?book=%20Matthew&amp;amp;verse=12:25&amp;amp;src=!" rel=nofollow&gt;&lt;FONT color=#3366bb&gt;Matthew 12:25&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;: "&lt;EM&gt;Every kingdom divided against itself is brought to desolation; and every city or house divided against itself shall not stand&lt;/EM&gt;." &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; This has so many applications, from political parties, workplaces, churches, groups and even family life.&amp;nbsp; It certainly doesn't mean that we have to give up our beliefs and differences and always stand completely united in everything we do, but it's a treacherous&amp;nbsp;position to turn against one another with the danger of losing it all.&amp;nbsp; So in the spirit of love in the shadow of Valentine's Day this weekend (do you like my farfetched transition? :), take a look at your own "house" and be mindful&amp;nbsp;if there are any cracks in the foundation.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-5097923573012876160?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/5097923573012876160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=5097923573012876160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/5097923573012876160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/5097923573012876160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-abe.html' title='Happy birthday, Abe!'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-4424286954332085351</id><published>2010-02-11T10:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T10:55:09.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This precious life</title><content type='html'>No doubt that this has been on many people's minds here at the office, as a former colleague passed away last weekend in an accident.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Tragedy always seems to push all of us to reflect on our own lives, and then the daily grind takes over and we are again consumed with life as we know it.&amp;nbsp; Just a little reminder to be grateful for this life we've been given, with a hope for something much more rewarding.&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;EM&gt;"..that is, into an inheritance imperishable, undefiled, and unfading. It is reserved in heaven for you."&lt;/EM&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;STRONG&gt;1 Peter 1:4&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-4424286954332085351?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/4424286954332085351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=4424286954332085351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/4424286954332085351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/4424286954332085351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-precious-life.html' title='This precious life'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-6001161996204984241</id><published>2010-02-09T12:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T12:46:29.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote for: Crutch Performance!</title><content type='html'>My cousin Clarissa and her fiance Everett have joined &lt;STRONG&gt;Crate &amp;amp; Barrel's Ultimate Wedding Contest&lt;/STRONG&gt;, please consider voting for this super cute couple! &lt;A href="http://www.ultimateweddingcontest.com/entries/25781"&gt;http://www.ultimateweddingcontest.com/entries/25781&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;P&gt;We're very happy for them,&amp;nbsp;they&amp;nbsp;were so nice to&amp;nbsp;travel to Michigan from California for our own wedding&amp;nbsp;during the weekend of their 2-year dating anniversary&amp;nbsp;:) &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-6001161996204984241?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6001161996204984241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=6001161996204984241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/6001161996204984241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/6001161996204984241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2010/02/vote-for-crutch-performance.html' title='Vote for: Crutch Performance!'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-6467915663691918302</id><published>2010-02-06T10:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T12:57:50.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In God We Trust</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I received one of those mass e-mail forwards from a former friend wanting me to go vote in an online poll to show my support for keeping the phrase "In God We Trust" on America's money to show the news organization sponsoring the poll how many Christians there really were in America.  This e-mail made me ask several questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does God even care about an online poll?  Does he care more about what words we print on our money or does he care about the condition of our hearts?  Is he honored more by having the phrase "In God We Trust" on our money or when we trust God with our money - and with our words, or our actions, our futures, and our lives?  Are Christians supposed to encourage each other to vote in polls to puff ourselves up, or is the mark of a Christian the encouragement of others to live a more Christ-focused life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-6467915663691918302?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6467915663691918302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=6467915663691918302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/6467915663691918302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/6467915663691918302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-god-we-trust.html' title='In God We Trust'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220684476759637287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-1430151140826338375</id><published>2010-01-30T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T10:30:43.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A thirsty soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/S2R6v_hYELI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/1M6Rso9NEYk/s1600-h/MillionMilesCover3d_TransparentBkng_200.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/S2R6v_hYELI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/1M6Rso9NEYk/s320/MillionMilesCover3d_TransparentBkng_200.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432602015439524018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess this is more of a book review than a blog post, as I just finished reading Donald Miller's "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Million Miles in A Thousand Years&lt;/span&gt;" this morning, essentially it is about how the author lives, writes and edits his own story while living it (for the actual overview of the book, find it &lt;a href="http://donmilleris.com/books/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;).  Quite honestly, it started out a wee bit slow for me, but because I've been so richly rewarded before with his writing, I plodded through, until at last the book poured forth with the poignant, humorous and insightful thoughts that I thoroughly enjoyed and will certainly re-read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one of my favorite excerpts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...I felt the way I hope God feels as he writes the world, sitting over the planets and placing tiny people in tiny wombs.  If I have a hope, it's that God sat over the dark nothing and wrote you and me, specifically, into the story, and put us in with the sunset and the rainstorm as though to say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enjoy your place in my story.  The beauty of it means you matter, and you can create within it even as I have created you.  &lt;/span&gt;I've wondered, though, if one of the reasons we fail to acknowledge the brilliance of life is because we don't want to be characters in a story because characters have to move and breathe and face conflict with courage.  And if life isn't remarkable, then we don't have to do any of that; we can be unwilling victims rather than grateful participants."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like other books he's written, it's a commentary about his experiences, but he confesses that many times he's had to force himself into having an experience, not just the bigger feats like hiking the Inca Trail or cycling across the country, but things like getting off the couch and walking the dog or calling a friend to get together and catch up.  I think we can all relate to that on some level, and can certainly agree that the most memorable memories are ones that we create and experience together in a relational way, the way God intended.  I'm thankful to each of you for being a part of our "story", and here's to making the best of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-1430151140826338375?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/1430151140826338375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=1430151140826338375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/1430151140826338375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/1430151140826338375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2010/01/thirsty-soul.html' title='A thirsty soul'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/S2R6v_hYELI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/1M6Rso9NEYk/s72-c/MillionMilesCover3d_TransparentBkng_200.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-2102147781365843601</id><published>2010-01-28T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T15:40:18.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh What A Beautiful City</title><content type='html'>As my wife said in her last post, we’re looking to move locally in the next few months. Going through this process has highlighted to me how much I truly enjoy living in Southeast Michigan – and that, over the past ten and a half years, I have become a Michigander. I’ve lived in North Carolina, Indiana, Illinois, Iowa, and Ontario, but I consider Michigan my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a Michigander means more than drinking a Vernor’s and eating Better Made potato chips (BBQ flavor, of course) while making a Michigan Left on my way to a Tigers game. It means enjoying the four seasons, the changeability of the weather, and sunny summer days without humidity. It means finding beauty in the kind of buildings they don’t make any more while finding regret in the condition of many of those buildings. It means living in a place large enough to have all the advantages of a big city while living in a friendly place - where people will let other drivers cut in and those other drivers wave back in appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, things aren’t perfect here in Michigan. Our political leaders of all parties have failed the state – how Michigan needs a strong leader like Indiana Gov. Mitch Daniels! The city of Detroit is particularly dysfunctional, fed in part by those who use racial divisions for their own gain. And the state of our economy is well documented. But even given that, I don’t want to live anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I had to drive down to Brownstown Township for work. The drive back to the office up I-75 takes you past the oil refinery and the heavily industrial area at the junction of the Rouge and the Detroit rivers. And then you reach the crest of the Rouge River Bridge, and presented to you from left to right is the skyline of the city of Detroit, culminating in the Renaissance Center on the Detroit River, the Ambassador Bridge, and the city of Windsor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month we went to a performance of “Woodward Wonderland”, a celebration of Detroit’s holiday traditions performed by the Mosaic Youth Theatre of Detroit. The opening song is the Christmas song “Oh What A Beautiful City.” Looking at the city of Detroit presented before me from the Rouge River bridge, I can’t help but think to myself, Oh, what a beautiful city!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-2102147781365843601?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/2102147781365843601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=2102147781365843601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/2102147781365843601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/2102147781365843601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-what-beautiful-city.html' title='Oh What A Beautiful City'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220684476759637287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-5619538337931197677</id><published>2010-01-28T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T09:48:03.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be a neighborly neighbor</title><content type='html'>The other night we were talking about neighbors&amp;nbsp;and how nice it would be to land somewhere where we got along with the neighbors (we're hoping to make a local move in a few months so we can get into a bigger house),&amp;nbsp; actually I think I said that I thought it would be great if we could meet the neighbors &lt;U&gt;before&lt;/U&gt; we decided to buy&amp;nbsp;a place :).&amp;nbsp; I also said that I hoped they would be the kind of people that I could borrow a cup of sugar from, and the hubby replies "who even does that anymore when you can just run to Meijer's at any hour??" and I said "me!".&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; True story, almost two years ago I actually called my neighbor and asked if she could spare the remainder of the sugar that my recipe called for, as I was making a cake for my co-worker's birthday the next day.&amp;nbsp; It does seem kind of silly in retrospect, but I&amp;nbsp;just needed a little, and I remember it wasn't too late at night (8:30ish?) but because I thought I had all of the ingredients I was literally in the middle of making the cake and simply&amp;nbsp;didn't feel like getting into my car and running to the store.&amp;nbsp; Also I'm guessing that I was likely in some not-so-stylish version of my home comfies (read: stretchy pants).&amp;nbsp; My neighbor was probably a little surprised by the request, but was only more than happy to oblige.&amp;nbsp; That plus I returned her plastic container a couple days later with a teeny little flowering potted plant in it (remind you of the bundt cake scene in&amp;nbsp;&lt;EM&gt;My Big Fat Greek Wedding&lt;/EM&gt;?? LOL) and it was a pleasant neighborly interaction all the way around.&amp;nbsp; When I first moved in I was a single gal and her husband had given me both of their cell phone numbers, in the years past&amp;nbsp;she has watered my flowers when I was out of town, and he&amp;nbsp;once helped fix my garage door.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Also&amp;nbsp;a couple months back one Saturday morning I realized that the car pulling out behind me followed me throughout the short drive to the yoga studio, and after class I introduced myself to the driver who said that he and his wife (who he specifically mentioned was Korean, huh?? :) and daughter had recently moved in across the street from us, and now when we see them out for a walk, it's an easy hello.&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; I'm not going to pretend that I'm always in the mood to engage in neighborly chit-chat, but there's probably no doubt that befriending people in your close environments can make all difference.&amp;nbsp; In the winter it can be hard to&amp;nbsp;muster up&amp;nbsp;much more than a friendly wave, but as soon as the warm weather hits, I'm going to be sure to introduce myself to our new neighbors!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-5619538337931197677?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/5619538337931197677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=5619538337931197677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/5619538337931197677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/5619538337931197677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2010/01/be-neighborly-neighbor.html' title='Be a neighborly neighbor'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-582085862734970810</id><published>2010-01-27T13:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T13:12:54.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid-week funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/S2CsV1ZRKMI/AAAAAAAAAQw/L8QU4CqHrfs/s1600-h/IMG_5822-774993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/S2CsV1ZRKMI/AAAAAAAAAQw/L8QU4CqHrfs/s320/IMG_5822-774993.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431530641719109826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This hilarious pic showed up in my inbox this week from my brother-in-law with the subject line "Time to cut these guys off".&amp;nbsp; Oh, my dear niece &amp;amp; nephew, they are always good for a&amp;nbsp;laugh!&amp;nbsp; (And no, I have no idea where they were or what they were doing - who cares?!?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It's just darn funny&amp;nbsp;:).&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-582085862734970810?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/582085862734970810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=582085862734970810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/582085862734970810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/582085862734970810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2010/01/mid-week-funny.html' title='Mid-week funny'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/S2CsV1ZRKMI/AAAAAAAAAQw/L8QU4CqHrfs/s72-c/IMG_5822-774993.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-7342764114493940272</id><published>2010-01-25T07:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T07:04:43.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help for Haiti</title><content type='html'>As coverage continues on the devastation following the earthquakes in Haiti, many stories of hope have arisen through the tragedy.&amp;nbsp; I got an email last week from one of my&amp;nbsp;contacts in the Detroit office of the American Red Cross, and she shared the story that a man came in&amp;nbsp;on Friday to donate $100 towards their relief efforts - only unusual in the fact that his coat was duct-taped, his shoes had holes and he took the bus to get to their office!&amp;nbsp; May our hearts be broken by the same things that break God's heart, and may you feel moved to help your fellow man in need in whatever way you are able, even if just through prayer.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; P.S.&amp;nbsp; You can text "Haiti" to the number 90999, and after you confirm the reply text that is sent, $10 will be added to your next cell phone bill and donated to the International Red Cross for relief efforts in Haiti.&lt;BR&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-7342764114493940272?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/7342764114493940272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=7342764114493940272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/7342764114493940272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/7342764114493940272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2010/01/help-for-haiti.html' title='Help for Haiti'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-5275959664051519762</id><published>2010-01-13T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T09:08:06.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is special</title><content type='html'>We've all heard these kinds of "tips for living", but the reality of it is that some of them are actually things we should follow in our daily lives, despite how hard it can be to live up to them!&amp;nbsp; No doubt you also received some motivational-type resolution list email forwards from others starting out the new year, but I thought this one was good enough to&amp;nbsp;share.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;DIV class=ecxSection1&gt; &lt;P class=ecxMsoNormal&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: #1f497d; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;TABLE class=ecxMsoNormalTable style="WIDTH: 100%" cellPadding=0 width="100%" border=0&gt; &lt;TBODY&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0.75pt; PADDING-LEFT: 0.75pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0.75pt; WIDTH: 100%; PADDING-TOP: 0.75pt" vAlign=top width="100%"&gt; &lt;TABLE class=ecxMsoNormalTable cellPadding=0 align=left border=0&gt; &lt;TBODY&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0.75pt; PADDING-LEFT: 0.75pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0.75pt; PADDING-TOP: 0.75pt" vAlign=top&gt; &lt;P class=ecxMsoNormal&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;HANDBOOK 2010 &lt;I&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Health&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;: &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;1. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Drink plenty of water. &lt;BR&gt;2. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dinner like a beggar. &lt;BR&gt;3. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and eat less food that is manufactured in plants.. &lt;BR&gt;4. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Live with the 3 E's -- Energy, Enthusiasm and Empathy &lt;BR&gt;5. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Make time to pray. &lt;BR&gt;6. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Play more games. &lt;BR&gt;7. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Read more books than you did in 2009&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: blue"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;. &lt;BR&gt;8. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes each day &lt;BR&gt;9. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Sleep for 7 hours. &lt;BR&gt;10.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: blue"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;Take a 10-30 minute walk daily. And while you walk, smile. &lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Personality&lt;/U&gt;: &lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;11. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Don't compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about. &lt;BR&gt;12. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Don't have negative thoughts or things you cannot control. Instead invest your energy in the positive&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;present moment. &lt;BR&gt;13. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Don't over do. Keep your limits. &lt;BR&gt;14. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does. &lt;BR&gt;15. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Don't waste your precious energy on gossip. &lt;BR&gt;16. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Dream more while you are awake &lt;BR&gt;17. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.. &lt;BR&gt;18. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Forget issues of the past. Don't remind your partner with his/her mistakes of the past. That will ruin&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;your present happiness. &lt;BR&gt;19. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Life is too short to waste time hating anyone. Don't hate others. &lt;BR&gt;20. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Make peace with your past so it won't spoil the present. &lt;BR&gt;21. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;No one is in charge of your happiness except you. &lt;BR&gt;22. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Realize that life is a school and you are here to learn. &amp;nbsp;Problems are simply part of the curriculum&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;that appear and fade away like algebra class but the lessons you learn will last a lifetime. &lt;BR&gt;23. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Smile and laugh more. &lt;BR&gt;24. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree... &lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Society&lt;/U&gt;: &lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;25. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Call your family often. &lt;BR&gt;26. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Each day give something good to others. &lt;BR&gt;27. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Forgive everyone for everything. &lt;BR&gt;28. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Spend time w/ people over the age of 70 &amp;amp; under the age of &amp;nbsp;6. &lt;BR&gt;29. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Try to make at least three people smile each day. &lt;BR&gt;30. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;What other people think of you is none of your business. &lt;BR&gt;31. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends will.. stay in touch. &lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Life&lt;/U&gt;: &lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;32. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Do the right thing! &lt;BR&gt;33. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful. &lt;BR&gt;34. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;God heals everything. &lt;BR&gt;35. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;However good or bad a situation is, it will change.. &lt;BR&gt;36. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up. &lt;BR&gt;37&lt;STRONG&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/STRONG&gt;The best is yet to come. &lt;BR&gt;38. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;When you awake alive in the morning, thank God for it. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;From another list&amp;nbsp;I picked out a couple of faves as well:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; -Make peace with your past, so it won't screw up the present.&lt;BR&gt; -Overprepare, then go with the flow (&lt;EM&gt;this is something I personally like to employ at work&lt;/EM&gt;!)&lt;BR&gt; -Life isn't tied with a bow, but it's still a gift.&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; And lastly, an excerpt from&amp;nbsp;our biblestudy reading (1 Corinthians 15) that we laughed at this week "Bad friends ruin good habits."&amp;nbsp; How true, so why are we so reluctant to let go of bad friends?&amp;nbsp; Well, here's to being &lt;U&gt;good&lt;/U&gt; friends this year, folks!&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; &lt;P class=ecxMsoNormal&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&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/1684437920171444237-5275959664051519762?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/5275959664051519762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=5275959664051519762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/5275959664051519762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/5275959664051519762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-is-special.html' title='Today is special'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-2727994233372970026</id><published>2010-01-08T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T19:15:01.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Unclehood</title><content type='html'>This weekend, as we were watching our niece and nephew, Kieran told me, "Tito Bart, you pretend to be my uncle."  I told him that I was his uncle, and in a brain fart, told him that "Tito means Bart." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tito means uncle in Tagalog, and I am proud to be Kieran and Tanith's uncle.   When I first met them, Tanith was only five months old, and Kieran was two.  Kieran turned five this past week.  Tanith sits in my lap when I read a book to her, and l beam with pride when Kieran looks out the car window and spells the name of the gas station.   My wife met him at McDonalds, and his first question was, "Where's Tito Bart?"  I'm so glad that I've become a part of their lives.  Happy Birthday, Kieran!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-2727994233372970026?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/2727994233372970026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=2727994233372970026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/2727994233372970026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/2727994233372970026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-unclehood.html' title='On Unclehood'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220684476759637287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-3465652408686056891</id><published>2010-01-08T13:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T13:25:23.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A church - with a steeple!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/S0eiw2Zad7I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xLg-VpnXrvw/s1600-h/genesis-723237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/S0eiw2Zad7I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xLg-VpnXrvw/s320/genesis-723237.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424483236310579122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A belated Happy New Year to all!&amp;nbsp; It never fails that coming back to work after the holidays is a big drain on the brain, whew.&amp;nbsp; I'm trying to just be thankful for a job to come back to!&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;On a much more joyous note, on Sunday we had our first service in our official capacity as the occupants of the newly-acquired and first permanent building for our church, Genesis, in the Church on Main formerly known as&amp;nbsp;the First Baptist Church of Royal Oak!&amp;nbsp; (&lt;EM&gt;Pictured is the new sign, the Olive Branch is the still-affiliated daycare that is run in out of one section of the expansive 40,000 sq ft facility.) &lt;/EM&gt;The short version of the backstory is that we have been a portable church since the beginning and after the pastors cultivated some relationships that seemed to be coincidental (we know now better!) we&amp;nbsp;are now proudly stationed in Royal Oak just north of downtown on Main St in a beautiful&amp;nbsp;brick building -&amp;nbsp;and, yes, it actually has a steeple that you can see from a distance as you approach Royal Oak.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; The Barton &amp;amp; I served as greeters at one of the entrances and got to welcome many of the attendees, which included a mix of friends new &amp;amp; old and several folks who joined us from the former First Baptist congregation that we have yet to meet formally.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When we arrived early to pray&amp;nbsp;with the rest of the greeters, worship team and pastoral staff, the energy in the place was palpable.&amp;nbsp; I personally shed a tear on more than one occasion that day&amp;nbsp;(and got an unsolicited&amp;nbsp;tissue handed to me by our pastor's wife, thanks Carmel :)!&amp;nbsp; So on top of the usual promise that a new year brings, I'm hopeful that we can capitalize on that&amp;nbsp;energy and all take up the challenges ahead that will come with caring for a new building and continuing to nurture our church body.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;Thank you, thank you to our&amp;nbsp;God, my faithful Father, your faithfulness never ceases to amaze and humble me...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-3465652408686056891?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/3465652408686056891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=3465652408686056891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/3465652408686056891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/3465652408686056891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2010/01/church-with-steeple.html' title='A church - with a steeple!'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/S0eiw2Zad7I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xLg-VpnXrvw/s72-c/genesis-723237.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-6246634267909933162</id><published>2009-12-22T09:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T09:28:11.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone seeing double?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SzEBq0w3XUI/AAAAAAAAAQg/67on7Zx-Hp0/s1600-h/photo-791232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SzEBq0w3XUI/AAAAAAAAAQg/67on7Zx-Hp0/s320/photo-791232.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418113661933149506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A couple of weeks ago I received this picture&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp;a frozen [double] yolk and the short corresponding email from my sister Debbie&amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;STRONG&gt;Subject line:&lt;/STRONG&gt; From m.om&amp;nbsp; &lt;STRONG&gt;Content:&lt;/STRONG&gt; "She cracked a double egg yolk. She wants to know if there is something&amp;nbsp;you want to tell us :p"&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; The background is that when my sister told us she was pregnant with our nephew, my mom believed that she had somehow saw this coming because she had recently cut open a papaya and found a small "baby" papaya inside.&amp;nbsp; It became a running joke in our family, and because they didn't find out the sex until his birth, we even called her pregnant bump "Baby Papaya" for the remainder of her pregnancy.&amp;nbsp; About a year later, I was prepping to host&amp;nbsp;a friend's wedding shower and I cut open a green pepper to find a baby pepper inside, and since my sister Aimee was there to witness this, we joked about who that could indicate pregnancy for, and yet little did we know at that time that my sister Debbie was pregnant again!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Now you can see what the silly/funny family hype is all about when my mom discovered this double yolk (aside from the fact that apparently our perceived powers to predict pregnancy has moved beyond mere produce!), but I had to let them down and tell them that no, I was not pregnant, much less with twins.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; So the question is, who is, and do you even know it??&amp;nbsp; Only time will tell, unless you'd like to step forward and reveal your secret now :).&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-6246634267909933162?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6246634267909933162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=6246634267909933162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/6246634267909933162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/6246634267909933162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2009/12/anyone-seeing-double.html' title='Anyone seeing double?'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SzEBq0w3XUI/AAAAAAAAAQg/67on7Zx-Hp0/s72-c/photo-791232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-419558466298632320</id><published>2009-12-14T13:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T13:43:05.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Helping Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SyaxacQsxaI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rTakkBWfMh0/s1600-h/Device+MemoryhomeuserpicturesIMG00053-785625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SyaxacQsxaI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rTakkBWfMh0/s320/Device+MemoryhomeuserpicturesIMG00053-785625.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415210669780551074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This past&amp;nbsp;weekend was such a great&amp;nbsp;kickoff to Christmas season for us!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;4 events over 3 days that just warmed the holiday cockles (?) of my heart :).&amp;nbsp; Singing, volunteering, time with friends and of course, breaking bread.&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; In particular, I wanted to give a big shout out to the 15 ladies that I along with my co-hostesses (a.k.a Asian sistas) Kim &amp;amp; Aimee know from or through our church&amp;nbsp;who gathered&amp;nbsp;together&amp;nbsp;Friday night to donate&amp;nbsp;cookies and assemble packages for the clients that we work with through serving at&amp;nbsp;Open Hands Food Pantry, Central Detroit Christian and one that I volunteer with, Judson Center.&amp;nbsp; The picture shows part of the 200 cookie &amp;amp; candy packets that we were able to start distributing along&amp;nbsp;with some bibles, and we are truly grateful for your generosity.&amp;nbsp; I was so thrilled by the abundance of our results (fishes &amp;amp; loaves, right Jodi? :) - THANK YOU!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; While just a small gesture to some communities that are hurting, our hope was to spread a little Christmas joy to others in obedience to God calling us to continually care for our brothers and sisters in Christ.&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Despite the recession, Americans have already spent over $16 billion this holiday season - and that's just online sales!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Please, please&amp;nbsp;remember your neighbors in need as you plan&amp;nbsp;your Christmas giving. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-419558466298632320?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/419558466298632320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=419558466298632320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/419558466298632320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/419558466298632320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2009/12/holiday-helping-hands.html' title='Holiday Helping Hands'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SyaxacQsxaI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rTakkBWfMh0/s72-c/Device+MemoryhomeuserpicturesIMG00053-785625.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-6443144097697095817</id><published>2009-12-09T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T14:34:37.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A love like this</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday to my dear husband!!!&amp;nbsp; Love you truly, madly, deeply ;).&lt;BR&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-6443144097697095817?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6443144097697095817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=6443144097697095817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/6443144097697095817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/6443144097697095817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-like-this.html' title='A love like this'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-3420976142940822539</id><published>2009-12-08T13:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T13:26:28.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say cheese</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/Sx7EhLGo0iI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/U4NJm_whFNo/s1600-h/IMG_5747-788715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/Sx7EhLGo0iI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/U4NJm_whFNo/s320/IMG_5747-788715.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412979876341273122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Today was &lt;U&gt;not&lt;/U&gt; a good day, so posting this picture forced a little smile out of me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We were cleaning up after a hearty Thanksgiving meal just a couple weeks ago, and as our friends had departed for the evening, it just left our family to pack up and the kids/grandkids to head home.&amp;nbsp; Then our soon-to-be-5-yr-old nephew declared that we were going to&amp;nbsp;take a picture, and then&amp;nbsp;just started pulling us all in even though we were scattered about and asking his mom/my sister to set up the automatic setting on the camera as he'd obviously seen used before.&amp;nbsp; So while not the most flattering of photos&amp;nbsp;:), the result was the first&amp;nbsp;one of our whole family since we've been married, in fact we don't even have one from our wedding (I know, I know, Mom, I'm sorry!!).&amp;nbsp; Here's to giving thanks for each of them...&lt;BR&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-3420976142940822539?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/3420976142940822539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=3420976142940822539' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/3420976142940822539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/3420976142940822539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2009/12/say-cheese.html' title='Say cheese'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/Sx7EhLGo0iI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/U4NJm_whFNo/s72-c/IMG_5747-788715.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-6033426688459143199</id><published>2009-12-03T14:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T14:09:08.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rethinking heroes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/Sxg3BXLUJCI/AAAAAAAAAQI/y_lRPjZKdKw/s1600-h/Device+MemoryhomeuserpicturesIMG00050-748867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/Sxg3BXLUJCI/AAAAAAAAAQI/y_lRPjZKdKw/s320/Device+MemoryhomeuserpicturesIMG00050-748867.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411135448826520610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This photo is about 6 years old, and has been in my office ever since even though I'm not a golf fan, at the time it was a cool opportunity to get the picture and I had joined the ranks of those who admired his unprecedented rise to the top of his game.&amp;nbsp; I was trying to think of some funny story to accompany it and pretend that it and the autograph was solicited in some shady way, but that would be a lie and frankly I'm too tired to be that witty after being on the road for a couple of days including some late night and early morning work conference calls.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyone else anticipate a "but I'm human" type of excuse?&amp;nbsp; There's no doubt that I've made plenty of mistakes in my life, and certainly as humans we are prone to err and sin, but really how far does that go when one continues to show poor judgment and disrespect their loved ones?&amp;nbsp; Reaches that cliche slippery slope far too easily, if you ask me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-6033426688459143199?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6033426688459143199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=6033426688459143199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/6033426688459143199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/6033426688459143199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2009/12/rethinking-heroes.html' title='Rethinking heroes'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/Sxg3BXLUJCI/AAAAAAAAAQI/y_lRPjZKdKw/s72-c/Device+MemoryhomeuserpicturesIMG00050-748867.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-5144118256784918213</id><published>2009-11-30T09:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T09:31:40.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SxQBfM7OC1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/Gg3Uh0CyAp0/s1600/Kieran+swing-700461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SxQBfM7OC1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/Gg3Uh0CyAp0/s320/Kieran+swing-700461.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409950687935990610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Why is it so hard to truly get back into your routine after&amp;nbsp;you've had a few days off of work?&amp;nbsp; Sure, there's emails and voicemails to trudge through to keep you busy, maybe even some friendly holiday watercooler chat with colleagues, but I for one dived back into bed for 15 minutes this morning after turning off my alarm,&amp;nbsp;then lingered in the shower until my fingers wrinkled.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Perhaps it was&amp;nbsp;simply coming off of a high of&amp;nbsp;having an extended weekend to do so many things that I enjoy so much; spending time with my husband, family and friends new and old, cooking &amp;amp; baking (then eating without reserve - ahem), even a little sprinkle of yoga, shopping,&amp;nbsp;and holiday decorating in between - glorious!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Now the reality sets back in, so on this Monday I&amp;nbsp;am trying hard to put&amp;nbsp;being gracious and grateful into practice.&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; But for an easy smile I thought I'd share&amp;nbsp;a pic of our nephew from warmer weather last month who makes getting into the swing of things look super fun!&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-5144118256784918213?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/5144118256784918213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=5144118256784918213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/5144118256784918213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/5144118256784918213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2009/11/re-entry.html' title='Re-entry'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SxQBfM7OC1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/Gg3Uh0CyAp0/s72-c/Kieran+swing-700461.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-7038876531446405376</id><published>2009-11-25T12:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T12:31:21.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our fortune</title><content type='html'>Many of you have heard at least a version of Luke 12:48, something along of the lines of&amp;nbsp;"&lt;EM&gt;unto whom much is given, much will be required&lt;/EM&gt;."&amp;nbsp; Seems fair, right?&amp;nbsp; But sometimes I'm overwhelmed by this concept, because I feel that I have been blessed with so much in my life, and yet I wonder if I'm doing enough in return.&amp;nbsp; Do I really give enough of myself at work, at home, to my friends, family and community?&amp;nbsp; What is it&amp;nbsp;that has been/will be required of me?&amp;nbsp; It's humbling to be reminded that everything we have has been &lt;U&gt;given&lt;/U&gt; to us, and we shouldn't be mistaken with the&amp;nbsp;belief that we earn&amp;nbsp;or somehow deserve any of it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Here's to remembering we are&amp;nbsp;blessed, friends.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-7038876531446405376?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/7038876531446405376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=7038876531446405376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/7038876531446405376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/7038876531446405376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2009/11/our-fortune.html' title='Our fortune'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-2341788157934347925</id><published>2009-11-24T06:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T07:01:14.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A plug for the Volt</title><content type='html'>November 19, 2009 &lt;a href="http://www.freep.com/"&gt;http://www.freep.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pun intended! But just thought I'd take up a long post to share a recent article in the Detroit Free Press about the project team the hubby is working on - because I'm proud of him :). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;November 19, 2009&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freep.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;www.freep.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Evolution of the Chevy Volt &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Engineers work to fix glitches by deadline &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Mark Phelan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="pp"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;From charging the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freep.com/apps/pbcs.dll/gallery?Site=C4&amp;amp;Date=20090518&amp;amp;Category=BUSINESS&amp;amp;ArtNo=905180803&amp;amp;Ref=PH&amp;amp;Params=Itemnr=5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Chevrolet Volt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;'s revolutionary power system to washing the car, everything about the extended-range electric vehicle is new, but Volt owners must find it familiar and easy to use.&lt;span class="aa"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="pp"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Racing to meet those twin goals on an unprecedentedly tight schedule, the engineering team working on the Volt has 25 to 30 of them on the road at all times. The deadline is the Volt's on-sale date in about a year.&lt;span class="aa"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="pp"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"There's still a lot to do, and not much time," chief engineer Andy Farah said Monday. "It's all part of the natural evolution of any engineering program, but at warp speed." Every system, every part must be double-checked and idiot-proofed. Volt engineering manager Nate Fitzpatrick sent his 10-year-old son out to plug the Volt in for charging. "I didn't give him any directions. I wanted to see if we'd made it easy for the owner," Fitzpatrick said. "He figured it out right away."&lt;span class="aa"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Troubleshooting the Chevy Volt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="mso-outline-level: 4"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The rush program to get the Chevrolet Volt extended-range electric car on sale in a year has become a 24/7 job for engineers charged with developing the car that's intended to revolutionize the auto industry and reinstate General Motors as a leader in advanced technology.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="mso-outline-level: 4"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"We're learning all the time," Volt chief engineer Andy Farah said as seven of the team met for a breakfast debriefing at Athens Coney Island in Royal Oak on Monday after driving the cars all weekend. The Volt has a 40-mile range on battery power and a small engine that serves as a generator of electric power for longer trips.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"I've been bustin' around all morning, and the engine hasn't started yet," Farah said. "The trip computer said I got 260 miles a gallon over the weekend." Farah recharged the car at home between drives, allowing it to operate nearly entirely on battery power.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="mso-outline-level: 4"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; mso-bidi-font-weight: boldfont-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"   &gt;The daily test drives have led to changes in everything from how owners will recharge the Volt to an eleventh-hour redesign of the door for its charging port after it fell off in car washes. The Volt should get a 210-m.p.g. Environmental Protection Agency fuel economy rating in city driving, according to GM's projections. GM built about 80 Volt test cars. Most of the Volts in Athens' parking lot were built to test a specific system, so the engineers compared notes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="mso-outline-level: 4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="mso-outline-level: 4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"You've got the good aerodynamic package," Volt engineering manager Nate Fitzpatrick said to controls manager Chris Kinser, whose Volt had a nearly invisible air dam below its bumper. "That reduces four counts of aerodynamic drag. I'd give my little finger for four counts of drag," he said, waving his hand over the table.&lt;br /&gt;"They call me 'Stubby,' but it's a great car."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the laughter, Rob Bolio, lead development engineer, described the crisis of the car wash. The cover for the Volt's charging port kept falling off. "The guy who runs the car wash came up to me with a box of parts and said, 'You might have a problem here,' " Bolio remembered. After a quick design revision, Bolio and a designer engineer spent four hours taking Volts through the car wash with no damage except to their patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="mso-outline-level: 4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"We're easygoing," Fitzpatrick said. "When there's an issue, we give them 24 hours to address it. This has all the challenges of any new vehicle -- and all this brand-new technology. It makes the timing particularly challenging."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For every question any new car must answer -- how do the brakes feel, does the navigation system work and a thousand more -- there's a question that's unique to the Volt. With the first test cars, Bolio woke up two or three times a night to check to see whether they were charging in his driveway. Since then, they've added a light to signify the car is plugged in and charging, a subtle "charging now" beep and a timer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Owners can set the car to charge whenever they like," Farah explained. "Just like big commercial customers, they can take advantage of the really low electricity rates in the middle of the night. It's like a programmable coffeemaker; you tell it when you want the car to be ready to go, and it'll be charged for you." The timer can be set for different charging times on weekdays, weekends, or a unique time for each day of the week&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-2341788157934347925?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/2341788157934347925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=2341788157934347925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/2341788157934347925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/2341788157934347925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2009/11/plug-for-volt.html' title='A plug for the Volt'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-8411632159786483806</id><published>2009-11-23T07:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T07:44:33.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The meaning of friendship</title><content type='html'>After talking to some&amp;nbsp;friends this weekend going through some difficult times,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I started thinking about what friendship really means.&amp;nbsp; For me this definition has changed over the years in my adulthood.&amp;nbsp; I feel blessed to count many people&amp;nbsp;in my circle of friends -&amp;nbsp;those I&amp;nbsp;went to school with, used to work with, go to church with, met through other friends&amp;nbsp;- and this group includes people I grew up with and people I've only met recently.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Last week I mentioned that I was thinking about people who you stay in contact with over the years and miles even though you don't see or talk to them often.&amp;nbsp; Then there are other friends whom you only remain close to for a season, and certainly that is of value too (or at least for the&amp;nbsp;most part :).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Sure, there are friends that you might only meet up or call for&amp;nbsp;a catch-up&amp;nbsp;once in a while, others are part of a group that you get together with a couple of times a year, some&amp;nbsp;you get together with weekly for social outings, friends you would welcome into your home for a meal, those that you could call in the middle of the night with an emergency, and still others that wouldn't mind handing you multiple tissues or sit on the phone listening to you cry.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So, at the risk of being sentimental, I would like to express my thanks for all of the people I can call "friend", what a richness you have brought to my life!&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;EM&gt;"My friends are my estate." &lt;/EM&gt;- Emily Dickinson&lt;BR&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-8411632159786483806?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/8411632159786483806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=8411632159786483806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/8411632159786483806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/8411632159786483806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2009/11/meaning-of-friendship.html' title='The meaning of friendship'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-6051604501006522323</id><published>2009-11-16T10:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T10:14:28.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best in class</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SwGWhD6ss6I/AAAAAAAAAP4/4K99HsiCYL8/s1600/boxing+gloves-768610.bmp"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SwGWhD6ss6I/AAAAAAAAAP4/4K99HsiCYL8/s320/boxing+gloves-768610.bmp"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404766522552660898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;While I do not normally follow boxing at any level, I'd be lying if I said I had no interest at all in recently reading/hearing about the star of the Philippines, Manny Paquiao (who just won the WBO welterweight title against Miguel Cotto and solidified his stature of the best pound-for-pound fighter in the world, in case you have no clue as to what I'm&amp;nbsp;talking about).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In fact, I may or may not have walked around the house this weekend imitating (what I believe to be)&amp;nbsp;finesse boxing moves and chanting "Pakyaw! Pakyaw! Pakyaw!", all to some amusement from my lone roomie a/k/a husband.&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; So for the moment I'm going to reserve my comments about the blood sport and exert a little silly Filipino pride, even as the spotlight on Manny shines a bit on Filipino politics and certain less than desirable areas in my parents home country. &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Who's next??!?&lt;BR&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-6051604501006522323?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6051604501006522323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=6051604501006522323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/6051604501006522323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/6051604501006522323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2009/11/best-in-class.html' title='Best in class'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SwGWhD6ss6I/AAAAAAAAAP4/4K99HsiCYL8/s72-c/boxing+gloves-768610.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-2100259401192755796</id><published>2009-11-06T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T14:02:00.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making the old new again</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SvSc2D3V01I/AAAAAAAAAPw/5rtgj3ArXjo/s1600-h/Device+MemoryhomeuserpicturesIMG00047-720254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SvSc2D3V01I/AAAAAAAAAPw/5rtgj3ArXjo/s320/Device+MemoryhomeuserpicturesIMG00047-720254.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401114305688359762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Last weekend we bought and moved (ouch) this cool cabinet, my first Craig's List purchase having gone&amp;nbsp;quite smoothly.&amp;nbsp; I don't even remember why I even started&amp;nbsp;looking through the website last week, but this item caught my eye and after a&amp;nbsp;couple of phone calls and trips out to West Bloomfield, it's in our family room.&amp;nbsp; It's from the 1930's but just needs a little wood polish and a new door pull (hence the bits of masking tape), isn't it quaint?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Our nephew came over and glanced over casually at it and&amp;nbsp;without solicitation for his 4-yr-old opinion he declared that he liked it, which&amp;nbsp;pleased me&amp;nbsp;:)!&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; I&amp;nbsp;love when things retain their timelessness so effortlessly.&amp;nbsp; I thought about this again in a different context this week while making plans with two different groups of friends to get together over&amp;nbsp;the Thanksgiving holiday weekend, and also when my cousin called me from California and another friend who just moved back from overseas checked in just for a quick hello.&amp;nbsp; People that are dear to&amp;nbsp;me that I don't see or talk to all that often due to physical distance or just busy lives, but&amp;nbsp;with whom conversation and laughter come as easily as the last time when we get together.&amp;nbsp; In theory we should treat all of our longstanding relationships as if they were a cherished shiny new penny, so that they are reminded of their worth to us!&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-2100259401192755796?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/2100259401192755796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=2100259401192755796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/2100259401192755796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/2100259401192755796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2009/11/making-old-new-again.html' title='Making the old new again'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SvSc2D3V01I/AAAAAAAAAPw/5rtgj3ArXjo/s72-c/Device+MemoryhomeuserpicturesIMG00047-720254.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-1145240502061262279</id><published>2009-11-03T09:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T09:55:44.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling back</title><content type='html'>So I don't know about you, but not only did I embrace the extra hour of sleep due to the time change this weekend, but yesterday (Monday) for some reason I just felt zapped of energy last night when I got home and passed out on the couch at an embarrassingly early hour!&amp;nbsp; That and the pretty red tree leaves that I mentioned just last weekend have mostly fallen off, how is it that my favorite season can be so fleeting?&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Hopefully you don't have an excuse on this clear fall day to not vote, remember that it is election day and even if there are only a few items on your local ballot, it is important that we all exercise this right. I went to my precinct during lunchtime, and sadly the only other person checked off on the "Mc" page of names so far was the hubs (who, I should note, charged out of the house this morning with his travel coffee mug in hand declaring that "when I live in a country where I have the right to vote, it is a good day!!" :).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Especially when you consider that women were only granted&amp;nbsp;the right to vote less than 100 years ago, let's remember 'tis a privilege indeed...&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-1145240502061262279?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/1145240502061262279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=1145240502061262279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/1145240502061262279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/1145240502061262279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2009/11/falling-back.html' title='Falling back'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-3036305601727907970</id><published>2009-10-30T07:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T07:45:32.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Purdue pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/Sur8DDTK2OI/AAAAAAAAAPo/_Q0xEeLt48I/s1600-h/PA230142-732084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/Sur8DDTK2OI/AAAAAAAAAPo/_Q0xEeLt48I/s320/PA230142-732084.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398404232712476898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My father-in-law (otherwise known as "Mr. Mac") sent this post-game picture of the three of us from&amp;nbsp;our trip down to the Purdue last weekend,&amp;nbsp;and even with our featured hat hair you can see that we survived the rain in style, me with my stylin' tie-dye t-shirt.&amp;nbsp; Does anyone else think that the acorn doesn't fall far from the tree?? ;)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Boiler up!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-3036305601727907970?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/3036305601727907970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=3036305601727907970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/3036305601727907970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/3036305601727907970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2009/10/purdue-pic.html' title='Purdue pic'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/Sur8DDTK2OI/AAAAAAAAAPo/_Q0xEeLt48I/s72-c/PA230142-732084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-2262005288727614609</id><published>2009-10-27T14:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T14:24:25.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling for fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SudlChgCp1I/AAAAAAAAAPg/1DhLuNqRiTk/s1600-h/IMG00045-765943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SudlChgCp1I/AAAAAAAAAPg/1DhLuNqRiTk/s320/IMG00045-765943.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397393772453734226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We took another quick&amp;nbsp;trip this past weekend, first to Saugatuck&amp;nbsp;in West Michigan for a little shopping (let us know if you need a great restaurant recommendation in the area that we got from friends), then down to Indiana to meet the Barton's parents at Purdue to watch the Boilermakers win against Illinois.&amp;nbsp; Doesn't that sound like some good Midwestern fun, folks?&amp;nbsp; Well it certainly was, and as a bonus during our drive time we got to see the leaves change to their&amp;nbsp;vibrant palate of fall colors right before our very eyes.&amp;nbsp; And then when we arrived home, we saw that the trees on our street (pictured) had themselves turned a wonderful flaming red while we were gone!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;It's my favorite Michigan weather time of year, no doubt.&amp;nbsp; Despite the shorter days and the dread of the coming winter, brisk walks in the crisp air with the crunch of leaves underfoot&amp;nbsp;can give one a renewed sense of purpose, and any excuse to eat apple pie is&amp;nbsp;welcome in&amp;nbsp;my book!&amp;nbsp; Hanging with friends around a campfire, at football games or a cider mill, or seeing families outside playing in the piles of leaves just warms my little heart :).&amp;nbsp; Cheers to your fall happiness! &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-2262005288727614609?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/2262005288727614609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=2262005288727614609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/2262005288727614609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/2262005288727614609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2009/10/falling-for-fall.html' title='Falling for fall'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SudlChgCp1I/AAAAAAAAAPg/1DhLuNqRiTk/s72-c/IMG00045-765943.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-2228264099128036004</id><published>2009-10-16T07:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T07:30:10.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The sweetest thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;I always thought that Sweetest Day was a contrived holiday by the card companies, only celebrated in the Midwest.&amp;nbsp; Turns out that in 1922, Herbert Birch Kingston, an employee of a candy company in Cleveland Ohio, began handing out candy to those that he believed felt "forgotten" -&amp;nbsp;orphans, the elderly, homebound people etc.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Who knew?? (okay, maybe you already did, but I didn't!)&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;So while it's always nice to treat your loved ones to something special, consider&amp;nbsp;what the Sweetest Day holiday was originally meant for, and perhaps instead spend time with them by&amp;nbsp;volunteering at a homeless shelter, or take up a collection at the office or in your study group&amp;nbsp;and go and deliver candy to a local orphanage or flowers to a senior center.&amp;nbsp; Coincidentally, tomorrow the hubby &amp;amp; I will be attending an auction for the non-profit&amp;nbsp;Judson Center (&lt;A href="http://www.judsoncenter.org"&gt;www.judsoncenter.org&lt;/A&gt;) that serves children &amp;amp; families with a variety of social services, but now I will be conscious about what we do in future years to celebrate Sweetest Day.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Leave the red roses for Valentine's Day, and show some love for your less fortunate neighbors!&lt;/DIV&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-2228264099128036004?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/2228264099128036004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=2228264099128036004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/2228264099128036004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/2228264099128036004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2009/10/sweetest-thing.html' title='The sweetest thing'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-271355654183237393</id><published>2009-10-12T11:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T11:57:03.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>352 to 287</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/StN8AImQlHI/AAAAAAAAAPY/f9prYvFgooo/s1600-h/Device+MemoryhomeuserpicturesIMG00043-723970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/StN8AImQlHI/AAAAAAAAAPY/f9prYvFgooo/s320/Device+MemoryhomeuserpicturesIMG00043-723970.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391789520642413682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;STYLE&gt; .ExternalClass .ecxhmmessage P {padding:0px;} .ExternalClass body.ecxhmmessage {font-size:10pt;font-family:Verdana;} &lt;/STYLE&gt; Please understand that I do realize that I am a competitive person (duh), and have done more than a little trash-talking&amp;nbsp;when playing games or certain sports.&amp;nbsp; Knowing this should&amp;nbsp;help make better sense of me saying&amp;nbsp;that it drove me a little batty to find out early on that my husband is good, no great, at most board/card games - which means that unless we are on the same team, many times I must lose.&amp;nbsp; Ugh.&amp;nbsp;  &lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;P&gt;So forgive me while I continue my&amp;nbsp;little victory dance for round 1 (match to be continued!) of Scrabble from the&amp;nbsp;other night.&amp;nbsp; You can see from&amp;nbsp;the picture that there were not very&amp;nbsp;long or complicated words involved, but we each used all of our tiles to finish the game, and I won fair &amp;amp; square!&amp;nbsp; This has only happened once before so I felt the need to make a silly historic note of it :).&amp;nbsp; Take solace, hon, as you'll always be the smarter one!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-271355654183237393?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/271355654183237393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=271355654183237393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/271355654183237393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/271355654183237393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2009/10/352-to-287.html' title='352 to 287'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/StN8AImQlHI/AAAAAAAAAPY/f9prYvFgooo/s72-c/Device+MemoryhomeuserpicturesIMG00043-723970.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-3074100191684543975</id><published>2009-10-11T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T12:26:23.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dAmPC1-g6ME/StIrbltqGfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/jEMgXehbqko/s1600-h/P3190012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dAmPC1-g6ME/StIrbltqGfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/jEMgXehbqko/s320/P3190012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391419456895982066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is my great aunt Mary's 91st birthday.  She is such an amazing woman, and has lived a life of generosity and humility.  She went to Purdue, where she stayed in the dorms with Amelia Earhart and earned a degree in dietetics.  She served as a nurse in World War II, spending most of her time at a military hospital in Australia.  At the close of the war, she served in Manila, finding food for the survivors of the Bataan death march. She helped care for my father and his brother after the death of my grandmother when my dad was only four.  She spent many years working for the residence halls of Indiana University, and now lives in the Dallas area.  Up until a few years ago, she delivered meals as a part of Meals on Wheels.  She is very adept at modern technology, and is a huge sports fan.  This past year, when my parents were visiting, they found that the Purdue NCAA tournament game was not being televised in Dallas.  No worries - Aunt Mary fired up her computer so they could watch the game on the internet! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-3074100191684543975?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/3074100191684543975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=3074100191684543975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/3074100191684543975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/3074100191684543975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2009/10/birthday-wishes.html' title='Birthday Wishes'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220684476759637287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dAmPC1-g6ME/StIrbltqGfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/jEMgXehbqko/s72-c/P3190012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-3164049847694898789</id><published>2009-10-07T07:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T07:22:12.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time in the D</title><content type='html'>I was interested to read&amp;nbsp;Time magazine this week (October 5, 2009 edition) that featured "&lt;EM&gt;The Tragedy of Detroit&lt;/EM&gt;" on its cover as well as an announcement that they decided to buy a house in the city and have some staffers live there and report from the D in order to provide fairer coverage - good and bad news alike - as stakeholders. I, too, consider myself a stakeholder.&amp;nbsp; I was born &amp;amp; raised in the&amp;nbsp;suburbs of Detroit,&amp;nbsp;went to school in the city, and the hubby &amp;amp; I decided early on that save for an absolute&amp;nbsp;need for a move&amp;nbsp;due to employment,&amp;nbsp;we would&amp;nbsp;plant our own family roots in this region as well.&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; I admittedly teared up clicking through the link to photos of Detroit's "beautiful, horrible decline".&amp;nbsp; But Time's cover article also mused that if Detroit is truly open to new industry and reinventing itself, it could make for a great story.&amp;nbsp; So&amp;nbsp;I'm going to follow along and check&amp;nbsp;out the coverage over the next year, care to join me?&amp;nbsp; &lt;A href="http://www.time.com/detroit"&gt;www.time.com/detroit&lt;/A&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-3164049847694898789?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/3164049847694898789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=3164049847694898789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/3164049847694898789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/3164049847694898789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-in-d.html' title='Time in the D'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-6001328494827246991</id><published>2009-10-05T14:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T14:33:35.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A yurt by any other name, part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SspmL_G8xhI/AAAAAAAAAPI/BpAQVljDc8k/s1600-h/yurt1-715645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SspmL_G8xhI/AAAAAAAAAPI/BpAQVljDc8k/s320/yurt1-715645.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389232260207396370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SspmMF6xbCI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Fs5F0FFvgdQ/s1600-h/sunset%40Pinery-716932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SspmMF6xbCI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Fs5F0FFvgdQ/s320/sunset%40Pinery-716932.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389232262035368994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The hubby wasn't feeling 100% on Friday when we left, so I was driving, with sis Aimee in tow in the Enclave&amp;nbsp; - which I must mention suffered collateral damage, well really just collected lots of sand in the interior but it was pretty traumatizing to me as one of its new owners!&amp;nbsp; ("Jave the Clave" is&amp;nbsp;pictured here next to one of the yurts pre-sandbath at the beach).&amp;nbsp; Soon&amp;nbsp;we are at the ready to provide identification and answer questions at the border.&amp;nbsp; We are asked the normal questions about citizenship and duration of our stay, then the questioning turns to:&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Canadian customs agent:&amp;nbsp; &lt;EM&gt;Where are you folks headed?&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt; Me:&amp;nbsp; &lt;EM&gt;To the Pinery in Grand Bend, Ontario.&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt; Canadian customs agent:&amp;nbsp;&lt;EM&gt;And what will you be doing there?&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt; Me:&amp;nbsp; &lt;EM&gt;Staying in a yurt, so I'm told.&lt;/EM&gt;&amp;nbsp; (at this point he looks up from our passports and peers at me a bit curiously) &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; I really didn't mean that to come off sarcastically as it might have sounded, oops!&amp;nbsp; Anyway, good times were had by all this past weekend at the Pinery, stories too numerous to detail here so you'll just have to ask us for more details, if you care :).&amp;nbsp; Yes, I did manage to "survive", thank you for asking, although I think the key to any outdoor travel is to go&amp;nbsp;people who have the right equipment and know how to use it!&amp;nbsp; But really setting up our "shantytown", starting the fire,&amp;nbsp;cooking meals and cleaning up after Ricky the Racoon (who raided our&amp;nbsp;wheat bread, veggies &amp;amp; dip and Sunchips among other favored items) was definitely a team effort with everyone pitching in. Oh, and the reviews are in for the smooth stylings of Jenny, Sarah &amp;amp; Dave's first guitar recital lead by teacher Tim "The Maestro" - two thumbs up!!&amp;nbsp; The sunset on the water picture was their unbeatable backdrop, at least until the rain came in and we all scrambled for higher ground.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; I think most would agree that traveling with family or friends creates&amp;nbsp;memories (good or bad!) that last for years.&amp;nbsp; It is the idea of getting away from our everyday lives and sharing experiences that keep us&amp;nbsp;dreaming up&amp;nbsp;different ways to use those coveted vacation days.&amp;nbsp; Mad love to my fellow yurters, thanks for making my first campground experience a great one!&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-6001328494827246991?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6001328494827246991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=6001328494827246991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/6001328494827246991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/6001328494827246991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2009/10/yurt-by-any-other-name-part-2.html' title='A yurt by any other name, part 2'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SspmL_G8xhI/AAAAAAAAAPI/BpAQVljDc8k/s72-c/yurt1-715645.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-2227279724798650627</id><published>2009-10-01T11:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T11:10:26.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A yurt by any other name</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SsTwknkXR4I/AAAAAAAAAPA/mp3P8oahZZ0/s1600-h/yurt-726486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SsTwknkXR4I/AAAAAAAAAPA/mp3P8oahZZ0/s320/yurt-726486.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387695566129416066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;T-minus 24 hours before our departure to The Pinery in Grand Bend, Ontario.&amp;nbsp; I was emailing with two good friends this week who live out of state, and they were like, "you're doing &lt;EM&gt;what&lt;/EM&gt; this weekend?!?".&amp;nbsp; Right.&amp;nbsp; Somehow we got talked into joining a group of 18 friends to head off to some random Canadian campgrounds where we will sleep in&amp;nbsp;"yurts" for the weekend, so I've been telling people that we're going "yurting".&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Wikipedia definites a "yurt"&amp;nbsp;as a portable, felt-covered, wood lattice-framed dwelling structure traditionally used by nomads in the&amp;nbsp;steppes of Central Asia.&amp;nbsp; (Umm, Kim Kim, is that you in this picture??)&amp;nbsp; Anyway, I'm holding my breath that ours will better resemble, say, an upscale log cabin in rustic Pottery Barn-like furnishing :).&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; In the meantime, I've been working on my jokes for weekend,&amp;nbsp;and this is&amp;nbsp;what I have so far:&amp;nbsp;&lt;EM&gt;"So some teachers,&amp;nbsp;engineers, and a nurse, doctor, lawyer &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;psychologist walked into a yurt..."&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-2227279724798650627?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/2227279724798650627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=2227279724798650627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/2227279724798650627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/2227279724798650627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2009/10/yurt-by-any-other-name.html' title='A yurt by any other name'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SsTwknkXR4I/AAAAAAAAAPA/mp3P8oahZZ0/s72-c/yurt-726486.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-504040401404584235</id><published>2009-09-30T11:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T11:11:35.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A hero inside us all?</title><content type='html'>I don't know about you, but reading the news during this recession period often seems to bring down my mood, so much of it is depressing!&amp;nbsp; So when I saw an article&amp;nbsp;on the 2009 Carnegie Hero Awards, I searched for&amp;nbsp;the link to read about their stories. I think what I liked best was that these are everyday heroes who rose the aid of strangers; these were not athletes, big shooters in the business world or Hollywood-types&amp;nbsp;that we're so quick to give praise to, but then gossip about and&amp;nbsp;tear down when negative news comes out on these same "rising stars".&amp;nbsp; Anyway, thought I'd share in case you needed a dose of optimism about your fellow man. &lt;A href="http://www.carnegiehero.org/awardees_recent.php"&gt;http://www.carnegiehero.org/awardees_recent.php&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; P.S.&amp;nbsp; To the&amp;nbsp;man in the camouflage overalls who pulled over&amp;nbsp;on I-96 in the winter of 1993 to help a teary-eyed young lady&amp;nbsp;to manuever her car back onto the&amp;nbsp;road in the dark and swirling snowy conditions - thank you so much!!!&amp;nbsp; I'm pretty sure I was way too flustered to even ask your name to properly thank you (I believe&amp;nbsp;you simply nodded and told me to get on safely and got back into your truck and back on your way), but I have often thought of your anonymous act of kindness!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-504040401404584235?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/504040401404584235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=504040401404584235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/504040401404584235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/504040401404584235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2009/09/hero-inside-us-all.html' title='A hero inside us all?'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-3277913673998316100</id><published>2009-09-28T07:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T07:23:25.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living, loving, and learning</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SsDG3VKiV1I/AAAAAAAAAO4/1czUvYyYSAA/s1600-h/Bham+walking-705411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SsDG3VKiV1I/AAAAAAAAAO4/1czUvYyYSAA/s320/Bham+walking-705411.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386523808211556178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Today we're celebrating our 1st wedding anniversary, and I think we should take it as a testament to our marriage that we already feel like we've always been married and can't imagine life any other way.&amp;nbsp; Honey, here's to getting to know each other and&amp;nbsp;putting up with each other for many committed years ahead!&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; I love you dearly.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; P.S.&amp;nbsp; Not-so-funny fact: Prior to yesterday's victory, the last time the Detroit Lions won a game was before we were even engaged.&amp;nbsp; Yikes!&amp;nbsp; Go....team?!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-3277913673998316100?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/3277913673998316100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=3277913673998316100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/3277913673998316100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/3277913673998316100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2009/09/living-loving-and-learning.html' title='Living, loving, and learning'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SsDG3VKiV1I/AAAAAAAAAO4/1czUvYyYSAA/s72-c/Bham+walking-705411.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-928867581766342222</id><published>2009-09-23T08:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T08:49:36.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A matter of perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SrpDkAEvzOI/AAAAAAAAAOw/BIFs96-B84A/s1600-h/garden-776436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SrpDkAEvzOI/AAAAAAAAAOw/BIFs96-B84A/s320/garden-776436.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384690590249110754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I think this picture was&amp;nbsp;taken when we were leaving the Boboli&amp;nbsp;Gardens in Florence, Italy, and now I wish&amp;nbsp;we could be instantly transported back (given that getting back on another long international flight&amp;nbsp;isn't something that I would relish doing again right away!).&amp;nbsp; I've been telling friends and co-workers that our trip had its share of both relaxing moments and stressful travel incidents, but that we ultimately feel fortunate that we were able to go.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; But isn't it&amp;nbsp;amazing how at any given moment we can sometimes wish we were somewhere else?&amp;nbsp; We wish we could be zapped out of a boring meeting, that we could be back at home in our own comfortable bed, that we could be on a tropical island sipping&amp;nbsp;an umbrella drink - you get the picture.&amp;nbsp; So I guess the challenge is to "live in the moment" as they say, though that can be a hard pill to swallow for a planner like myself.&amp;nbsp; But also that there are so many things in life to brood over, personal tragedies that strike suddenly, daily ups and down.&amp;nbsp; These things make me grateful for all the relationships that I am lucky to cherish, so today&amp;nbsp;I'm working on gratefulness!&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-928867581766342222?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/928867581766342222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=928867581766342222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/928867581766342222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/928867581766342222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2009/09/matter-of-perspective.html' title='A matter of perspective'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SrpDkAEvzOI/AAAAAAAAAOw/BIFs96-B84A/s72-c/garden-776436.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-1044766516977522943</id><published>2009-09-19T14:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T14:27:37.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new man</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SrVMySltt3I/AAAAAAAAAOo/ERIv0088X4w/s1600-h/Device+MemoryhomeuserpicturesIMG00038-757419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SrVMySltt3I/AAAAAAAAAOo/ERIv0088X4w/s320/Device+MemoryhomeuserpicturesIMG00038-757419.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383293356458489714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;OK, not really, but the hubs did get some new sexy specs.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The smoky brown tortoise shell color doesn't really show well here, but I can confirm that they are super cute on him! :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-1044766516977522943?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/1044766516977522943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=1044766516977522943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/1044766516977522943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/1044766516977522943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-new-man.html' title='My new man'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SrVMySltt3I/AAAAAAAAAOo/ERIv0088X4w/s72-c/Device+MemoryhomeuserpicturesIMG00038-757419.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-31928138149940472</id><published>2009-09-06T14:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T14:54:15.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday macarons</title><content type='html'>No, not the macaroons that we make in America, but the French kind, macarons, which may or not translate into "fabulously delicious" :).  We left Paris today for Brussels, and in the last 12 hours I've had the equivalent of two full ones in the form of 4 halves in 4 different flavors - so far my hands down favorite is the pistachio!  A slight crunch on the outside, chewy on the inside, and a sweet creamy filling.  Who needs birthday cake??  Bon nui, mon amis!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.  Jodi's pad in Brussels is amazing, think of a spacious Paris apartment with high ceilings, crown moulding, and sweet party terrace.  Pictures later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-31928138149940472?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/31928138149940472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=31928138149940472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/31928138149940472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/31928138149940472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2009/09/birthday-macarons.html' title='Birthday macarons'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-414498903239238535</id><published>2009-09-04T12:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T12:54:11.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in translation - part 1</title><content type='html'>I say part 1 because I'm guessing that there will be more "lost in translation"&amp;nbsp;stories following our trip given that neither of us speak French or Italian, in fact because I know several basic Spanish phrases (though I should know much more as I took 6 years of it between high school &amp;amp; college classes!) and was able to utilize them during a trip to Spain a few years ago I am somehow overconfident that I can quickly learn&amp;nbsp;some key phrases that we need by memorizing them on the plane off of these laminated cards that we got from Borders for $8 each.&amp;nbsp; Sounds like a plan, right??&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;So&amp;nbsp;I wanted to see if we could still make dinner reservations for a restaurant at a hotel nearby where we are staying in the Loire Valley towards the end of our trip, and I decided to email my questions in French, and simply plugged them smugly into &lt;A href="http://www.freetranslation.com/"&gt;www.freetranslation.com&lt;/A&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I felt truly Parisian, and was delighted to see a quick response resting in my email inbox.&amp;nbsp; But I was crestfallen when I opened it up and realized that I in fact could not read a lick of the message, but after going back to the website and figuring out what he meant (and it said it was from the hotel owner, how cute is that?), I savored the first note in French that I've ever received, I'll post an excerpt here:&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;P class=EC_NormalWeb21 style="MARGIN-LEFT: 35.4pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=navy size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=EC_NormalWeb21 style="MARGIN-LEFT: 35.4pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=navy size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;"Chère Madame,&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=EC_NormalWeb21 style="MARGIN-LEFT: 35.4pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=navy size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=EC_NormalWeb21 style="MARGIN-LEFT: 35.4pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=navy size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Nous vous remercions de votre message, nous serons heureux de vous accueillir à l'Auberge pour le dîner du Dimanche 13 septembre 2009 à 7.30pm.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=EC_NormalWeb21 style="MARGIN-LEFT: 35.4pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=navy size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=EC_NormalWeb21 style="MARGIN-LEFT: 35.4pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=navy size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Merci de nous reconfirmer le nombre de couverts souhaités.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=EC_NormalWeb21 style="MARGIN-LEFT: 35.4pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=navy size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=EC_NormalWeb21 style="MARGIN-LEFT: 35.4pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=navy size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Bien cordialement,"&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=navy size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=navy size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Oui, oui, sounds good to me, whatever he said!&amp;nbsp; Never fear for those of you who can actually read that, I did write back and confirm the number and names within our party :).&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=navy size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=navy size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=navy size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;The second story has nothing at all to do with our trip, but just cracked me up.&amp;nbsp; Several&amp;nbsp;weeks ago our nephew Kieran asked&amp;nbsp;so many questions about me having a baby that I asked him if&amp;nbsp;his mom/my sister&amp;nbsp;put him up to it (both of them&amp;nbsp;deny this).&amp;nbsp; And no, we are not currently trying to get pregnant, before I move on!&amp;nbsp; Anyway,&amp;nbsp;these&amp;nbsp;questions included where the baby would come from, how many there would be and what gender, and most importantly, whether he should go to the store and buy toys for them :).&amp;nbsp; Still more hilarious was his younger sister Tanith who just repeats what he says and pipes into the conversation by saying things like "you already had the babies?" as she looks down at my not-exactly-flat stomach - ha!&amp;nbsp; So Kieran concludes that it would be best for me to have two at one time, both boys so he can play with them.&amp;nbsp;Oh boy.&amp;nbsp;Then last week I made the mistake of telling him about my friend's new babies - that only served to confuse him.&amp;nbsp; I told him that our friends had two girls, but because they came out&amp;nbsp;little they would need to stay at the hospital (my sister's work) for a bit to grow and then they could go home, but it would be fun to go to the store and buy them some presents.&amp;nbsp; Apparently he is a thinker like my husband and shares the same penchant for delayed processing :), because the other night he repeatedly asks my sister if they can go to the store and buy some presents for my babies.&amp;nbsp; She patiently explains to him that I don't have any babies, but my friend does, but he got quite upset and was insistent that I do&amp;nbsp;already have them (where he thinks we stash them when he comes over to our house every weekend is beyond me!).&amp;nbsp; She was cracking up and he was getting upset that she didn't believe him.&amp;nbsp; Funny little guy, he is! &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=navy size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=navy size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;I'll leave you with those stories, and look forward to sharing more soon.&amp;nbsp; &lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;5 European cities in 11 days,&amp;nbsp;here we come!!!&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=navy size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=navy size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;P class=EC_NormalWeb21 style="MARGIN-LEFT: 35.4pt"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-414498903239238535?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/414498903239238535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=414498903239238535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/414498903239238535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/414498903239238535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2009/09/lost-in-translation-part-1.html' title='Lost in translation - part 1'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-397822842154795651</id><published>2009-09-03T14:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T14:12:47.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Collecting Facebook friends is the equivalent of being a catlady"</title><content type='html'>OK so that isn't very nice, but it's just one of the lines in this article &lt;A href="http://www.weeklystandard.com/Content/Public/Articles/000/000/016/256implp.asp?pg=1"&gt;http://www.weeklystandard.com/Content/Public/Articles/000/000/016/256implp.asp?pg=1&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;that my friend sent me by a Facebook hater that seriously made me laugh out loud.&amp;nbsp; Oh, don't get all bent out of shape, it's a funny piece.&amp;nbsp; Go ahead, you know you want to read it...&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; My friend also mentioned to me that some Christian groups have suggested giving up Facebook use for Lent, which I think speaks pretty loudly to it's addictive qualities - yikes!&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-397822842154795651?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/397822842154795651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=397822842154795651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/397822842154795651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/397822842154795651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2009/09/collecting-facebook-friends-is.html' title='&quot;Collecting Facebook friends is the equivalent of being a catlady&quot;'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-7155170937758598031</id><published>2009-09-01T10:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T10:13:08.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching for joy</title><content type='html'>"Remember to serve (J)esus first, (O)thers second, and (Y)ourself last", these were the instructions given to us by the volunteer coordinator at a&amp;nbsp;back-to-school rally for Central Detroit Christian &lt;A href="http://www.centraldetroitchristian.org"&gt;www.centraldetroitchristian.org&lt;/A&gt; this past weekend.&amp;nbsp; That catchy acronym was provided even after Pastor Harvey Carey from Citadel of Faith gave his own volunteer pep talk, saying that when we serve others we should turn our thinking from serving others&lt;EM&gt; in the name of Jesus&lt;/EM&gt; to serving others &lt;EM&gt;as if we were serving Jesus himself&lt;/EM&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Wow, doesn't that change the perspective entirely??&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; As part of our pre-marriage counseling we were asked&amp;nbsp;to come up with some ways&amp;nbsp;we hoped we could&amp;nbsp;define ourselves as a couple&amp;nbsp;in 5 years, and one of the things we chose was that we&amp;nbsp;would have "servant hearts".&amp;nbsp; This could include serving God, our family &amp;amp; friends, our community,&amp;nbsp;our marriage.&amp;nbsp; So nearly one year later as we prepare for a trip as an early celebration of our 1-year wedding anniversary that we've been looking forward to, it occurred to me that we should check back on each of&amp;nbsp;these things and see how we're doing.&amp;nbsp; We'll make this one of our vacation discussions, but as with any personal goals, we could use a little prayer to help us focus on this, and the persistence to pick up and try, try&amp;nbsp;again when we fall short.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;A member of our church passed away this week, and some&amp;nbsp;video clips and&amp;nbsp;his family blogposts have been going around, and as I was reading through some of his thoughts from some months ago, one of his lines struck me: &lt;STRONG&gt;"God is our anchor and we fully accept His plan for us."&amp;nbsp; &lt;/STRONG&gt;This from a man who has now moved on from his short earthly life and leaves behind a wife and young children who are no doubt still reeling from their loss.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;May his prayer also be mine and yours today...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-7155170937758598031?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/7155170937758598031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=7155170937758598031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/7155170937758598031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/7155170937758598031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2009/09/searching-for-joy.html' title='Searching for joy'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-3005271590579766225</id><published>2009-08-23T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T13:03:01.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spacious heart, gracious mind</title><content type='html'>At least that's what I think the yoga instructor said as we left class sometime after 9pm on Wednesday night, I had forgotten that they recently switched the format to a "gentle yoga" class, which this past week suited me just fine given that it was one of the more stressful work weeks that I'd had in a while.&amp;nbsp; While I normally try to skip the yoga rhetoric entirely and concentrate more on the stretching and stress-relieving techniques, I found myself following along the theme of the class and trying to focus on ways on how I could be more grateful in my life; for I certainly have much to be grateful for but stopping to think about them often gets lost in the busyness of everyday life.&amp;nbsp; I was still thinking about this during my quick 3-minute commute back home, and I remembered to check the mail since that is usually a task performed daily by the hubs, but at the time he was out of town for work.&amp;nbsp; I trudged upstairs flipping through the junk mail, and tore open a little envelope with sweet butterflies on it bearing an unfamiliar return address.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It was a thank you note no doubt written by a woman, there's a young family from our church who is going through an inconceivably difficult time as the husband (and father of small children) is losing his battle with a brain tumor.&amp;nbsp; I think we had sent them some fast food gift cards a few weeks back when someone coordinated getting them some things they were in need of.&amp;nbsp; I sat down - hard - alone in the dimness of my unlit house and wept silently.&amp;nbsp; Here is a wife and a mother struggling through the darkness days she has ever seen, and she took the time to put a stamp on a handwritten card and sent it to people they've never even met, a thank you that was not necessary; in fact, an acknowledgment that brought my self-pitying thoughts of the week to a grinding halt.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I suppose the moral of the story is not only that I should be persistent in practicing gratefulness in my own life, but I hope that we can all realize that even the small gestures we make can provide comfort to others, so let's all keep our eyes open for those opportunities, shall we?&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table style="border-top: 1px solid black; 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The drive through southern Ontario and western New York is very similar to the drive back to my hometown of Champaign, Illinois, the drive back to my alma mater of Purdue, and similar to the drive to Waterloo, Iowa, where I interned with John Deere.  During my time in Iowa, I often listened to the music of Rich Mullins on my way in to work.  Most folks know of Rich Mullins as the 1980's version of Chris Tomlin, writing praise anthems sung often, maybe too often, in modern churches.  But some of his other works are simply sublime - "52:10", a piano driven song with the words from the verse from Isaiah, and "Creed", the Apostle's Creed set to the sounds of the hammer dulcimer.  On our way back, on the 401 in Canada, my iPod shuffled to another one of my favorite Rich Mullins songs, "The Color Green."  The lyrics of the chorus are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be praised for all Your tenderness by these works of Your hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suns that rise and rains that fall to bless and bring to life Your land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look down upon this winter wheat and be glad that You have made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blue for the sky and the color green that fills these fields with praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we made our way towards London, the wind was working its way through bountiful corn fields in a wave of green.   In Michigan, the corn isn't looking quite as bountiful, thanks to the cool, wet weather of this past June.  But that same weather is responsible for the bountiful blueberry, cherry, and apple crops from Michigan farmers.  It reminds me of God's provision for us.  The conditions may not be right for God to provide for us this season in the same way he provided for us last season - but, praise be to God, those same conditions will allow God to provide for us a different bounty - one that will sustain us.  May our hearts, like those fields, be filled with praise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-3890173423863247684?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/3890173423863247684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=3890173423863247684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/3890173423863247684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/3890173423863247684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2009/08/color-green.html' title='The Color Green'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220684476759637287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-5758672065033855137</id><published>2009-08-15T11:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T11:24:50.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruisin'</title><content type='html'>Today is the Woodward Dream Cruise, the annual celebration of classic cars.  It's a polarizing event for many Detroiters.  Many folks love taking their classic car out to cruise Woodward on a beautiful day in August.  Others hate the traffic, the difficulty in getting across town during the cruise, and how it has morphed into a week long event, to the point that you can see folks sitting in their lawn chairs on a Monday evening, watching a few classic cars amongst the normal rush hour traffic.  Many even schedule their vacations around the cruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I'm a little torn by the cruise.  I love the democracy of it - how anyone with any car can cruise Woodward, from a Model T to a 48 Dodge to a 57 Chevy to a 79 Chevette.  And I've got to appreciate anything that causes folks to come from out of state to visit Detroit and help support our economy.  But I haven't gone to the cruise proper for a few years, and I won't be going this year.  Breathing in the exhaust fumes from many cars built before emissions standards isn't my favorite.  And even though I work for an auto maker, I'm not really in to the classic car scene.  I think classic cars are cool, but I couldn't look at a Bel Air and tell you the model year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you enjoy the cruise, you've got a beautiful day for it - but if you don't enjoy the cruise, you've got a beautiful day to enjoy all of the other great things Detroit has to offer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-5758672065033855137?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/5758672065033855137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=5758672065033855137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/5758672065033855137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/5758672065033855137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2009/08/cruisin.html' title='Cruisin&apos;'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220684476759637287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-8911002145717481691</id><published>2009-08-13T07:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T07:27:18.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast for dinner, anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SoQixuC4RnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/oqhD_Zcahm8/s1600-h/Device+MemoryhomeuserpicturesIMG00032-738541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SoQixuC4RnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/oqhD_Zcahm8/s320/Device+MemoryhomeuserpicturesIMG00032-738541.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369454893301515890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We had some friends over for dinner last weekend, and one remarked that one thing she missed about being single was that she could simply eat cereal for dinner, not sure whether or not she just meant that it's a lot less work (though her husband usually cooks) or she just likes cereal that much :).&amp;nbsp; But I can certainly sympathize with the idea of keeping it simple, because even though I do like cooking, I can now appreciate now that I'm married that it takes&amp;nbsp;much more energy&amp;nbsp;to plan ahead for meals, shop for the ingredients (luckily the hubs is great about runs to the store since he gets home from work earlier than I do) and pull something together after being tired after a full day of work - and I don't even claim to do this every night of the week.&amp;nbsp; All this and we don't even have kids yet, yikes.&amp;nbsp;  &lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;P&gt;I usually make a mess in the kitchen, don't&amp;nbsp;adhere to recipes down to the letter,&amp;nbsp;and agree with&amp;nbsp;many shortcut tactics a la Rachael Ray (who Grandma Smith thinks I look like, how funny is that??), so if you have ideas for good meals&amp;nbsp;that can be made quickly and with only a few ingredients, send them my way (thanks Liz for posting the recipe for roasted shrimp &amp;amp; broccoli, I've made it twice now!).&amp;nbsp; But my partner is happy stay out of my way in the kitchen,&amp;nbsp;clean up afterwards, and&amp;nbsp;is not hard to please with meals, thank goodness.&amp;nbsp; I don't even think he minded last night that I served up a veggie brunch-like meal, consisting of&amp;nbsp;a mostly egg-white frittata (finished product pictured) and rounded off our plates with some artichoke hearts w/ dill, chunks of honeydew melon and sprouted wheat bread topped with honey.&amp;nbsp; I had brunch, I mean dinner, on the table in under 30 minutes, tasty treat!&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-8911002145717481691?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/8911002145717481691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=8911002145717481691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/8911002145717481691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/8911002145717481691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2009/08/breakfast-for-dinner-anyone.html' title='Breakfast for dinner, anyone?'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SoQixuC4RnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/oqhD_Zcahm8/s72-c/Device+MemoryhomeuserpicturesIMG00032-738541.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-2240599026073915060</id><published>2009-08-08T11:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T11:04:28.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear the fro, again</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/Sn2-LKCrYhI/AAAAAAAAAOY/tV_vcQIOo_A/s1600-h/benfro-768316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/Sn2-LKCrYhI/AAAAAAAAAOY/tV_vcQIOo_A/s320/benfro-768316.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367655429778924050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;style&gt;.ExternalClass .EC_hmmessage P {padding:0px;} .ExternalClass body.EC_hmmessage {font-size:10pt;font-family:Verdana;} &lt;/style&gt;    &lt;span class="EC_Pipe"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's no secret that my favorite former player of the Detroit Pistons was Ben Wallace, but now heeee's baaaaack!&amp;nbsp; Yes, we'll take him, injuries and all, and invite him back into the paint to wreak havoc on our opponents.&amp;nbsp; Welcome home, Big Ben!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="border-top: 1px solid black; font-weight: bold; font-family: 'Segoe UI',Tahoma,san-serif;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://im.live.com/Messenger/IM/Home/?source=EML_WLHM_GreaterGood" style="font-size: 9pt; color: rgb(1, 132, 203); text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="padding: 0px 24px; font-size: 8pt; color: rgb(63, 181, 85); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-2240599026073915060?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/2240599026073915060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=2240599026073915060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/2240599026073915060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/2240599026073915060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2009/08/fear-fro-again.html' title='Fear the fro, again'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/Sn2-LKCrYhI/AAAAAAAAAOY/tV_vcQIOo_A/s72-c/benfro-768316.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-8877790101039566650</id><published>2009-08-07T19:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T19:15:40.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SnzfzLqr_iI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/kS7-CVvgXUg/s1600-h/5330_926279431454_2316670_55917474_7794941_n-740917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SnzfzLqr_iI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/kS7-CVvgXUg/s320/5330_926279431454_2316670_55917474_7794941_n-740917.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367410926316944930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="EC_gmail_quote"&gt;What does that expression "like a sister" really mean, anyway?&amp;nbsp; Well, I can definitely say that my sister Aimee's best friend Patricia fits that bill.&amp;nbsp; They've been tight since meeting on the playground in the 5th grade, and she was a permanent fixture at our parents house, holidays, family gatherings and pretty much any occasion where good eats were readily available (you'd be surprised how much that tiny girl can eat! :). &amp;nbsp; Smart as a whip, entertaining and with an unmistakable hearty laugh, she is always fun to be around.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She recently accepted a teaching job in Maryland, and left yesterday to start that new chapter in her life.&amp;nbsp; We're proud of her and wish her the best, but our karoake showdowns will not be the same unless she can be here to participate.&amp;nbsp; Aimee misses you already, Trish!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-8877790101039566650?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/8877790101039566650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=8877790101039566650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/8877790101039566650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/8877790101039566650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2009/08/like-sister.html' title='Like a sister'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SnzfzLqr_iI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/kS7-CVvgXUg/s72-c/5330_926279431454_2316670_55917474_7794941_n-740917.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-3046576117040392239</id><published>2009-07-28T11:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T11:17:15.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer eating</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/Sm9Aq3bW2zI/AAAAAAAAAOI/BbBaQUeilxg/s1600-h/IMG00022-735597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/Sm9Aq3bW2zI/AAAAAAAAAOI/BbBaQUeilxg/s320/IMG00022-735597.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363576786398927666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I don't think I'm alone in marking so many highlights of the summer around food.&amp;nbsp; Trying new restaurants, celebrating special events (like my dad's birthday yesterday, which we celebrated Sunday, and our 10-"monthiversary" today) and writing random food thoughts on&amp;nbsp;one's own blog :).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My whole family is making the trek to Chicago this weekend to celebrate my&amp;nbsp;brother-in-law's (40th, ahem) birthday, and of course the main celebration will take place over - you got it, lots of food.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Our friend's birthday was this past weekend and her mother who was in town commented that the Michigan economy didn't seem so depressed because every place they went to eat around town here had a wait for a table!&amp;nbsp; But, in fact, the 'for sale' signs on homes and the many shuttered small businesses tell a different tale.&amp;nbsp; There are certainly things we can all do to help out, and the media outlets have been touting this profound statistic in recent months:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;According to the Michigan Department of Agriculture, if each family in Michigan started spending $10 per week of their grocery bill on Michigan products, we would keep more than $37 million in Michigan, EACH WEEK."&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; I've noticed that all of the groceries that we regularly frequent, particularly Whole Foods &amp;amp; Nino Salvaggio's, have increased their marketing of products grown in Michigan, and for good cause, I say.&amp;nbsp; So give up a few Starbucks lattes this week and buy some&amp;nbsp;products locally, like these&amp;nbsp;candy-like rainier cherries that I packed in my lunch today that we picked up from Eastern Market the weekend before last.&amp;nbsp; I think we could all use a summer boost!&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; P.S.&amp;nbsp; Happy anniversary, Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. Mac -&amp;nbsp;hope you are having a special meal of your own to celebrate!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-3046576117040392239?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/3046576117040392239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=3046576117040392239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/3046576117040392239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/3046576117040392239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-eating.html' title='Summer eating'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/Sm9Aq3bW2zI/AAAAAAAAAOI/BbBaQUeilxg/s72-c/IMG00022-735597.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-5498730615290893840</id><published>2009-07-23T08:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T08:19:38.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making the right connection</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/Smh_isamqfI/AAAAAAAAAOA/ve_L-0-GRr8/s1600-h/handshake-778464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/Smh_isamqfI/AAAAAAAAAOA/ve_L-0-GRr8/s320/handshake-778464.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361675590399601138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Those who know me well know that I am a big believer in making connections, and while I am lucky to have met a ton of people through my job, volunteer involvement, church and friends, I don't think that it's having a fat Rolodex that matters - it matters if you can make good on those connections when you see a need.&amp;nbsp; Some people are great at this, regardless of whether you need to hire a DJ or a landscaper, get a restaurant recommendation or&amp;nbsp;find a job; there's always someone who knows someone who can help you!&amp;nbsp; Certainly in a weak economy, these connections become all the more important, and hey, who couldn't use some extra good karma these days?&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Just this morning I reached out to two friends&amp;nbsp;and asked if they'd be willing to help another two friends of mine (on two different matters), and they both replied right away no problem they would do what they could to&amp;nbsp;make something&amp;nbsp;happen - and these favors would benefit&amp;nbsp;people they've never met, mind you!&amp;nbsp; So I feel lucky to know all of you (and not just have you in my list of contacts!), and&amp;nbsp;be a part of&amp;nbsp;a generous community of friends who are often willing to lend a hand to others.&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; P.S.&amp;nbsp; If you have a specific need right now, don't hesitate to ask.&amp;nbsp; Even random requests are welcome (though I fear I may be opening the door wide open with that statement :).&amp;nbsp; No guarantees on positive results, but I will always try my best!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-5498730615290893840?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/5498730615290893840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=5498730615290893840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/5498730615290893840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/5498730615290893840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2009/07/making-right-connection.html' title='Making the right connection'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/Smh_isamqfI/AAAAAAAAAOA/ve_L-0-GRr8/s72-c/handshake-778464.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-7460972340671600548</id><published>2009-07-20T18:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T18:27:23.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Experiments in baking</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SmUZez1Lk6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/gRGntZHastQ/s1600-h/IMG00019-743144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SmUZez1Lk6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/gRGntZHastQ/s320/IMG00019-743144.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360718948554478498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;style&gt;.ExternalClass .EC_hmmessage P {padding:0px;} .ExternalClass body.EC_hmmessage {font-size:10pt;font-family:Verdana;} &lt;/style&gt;   I've recently had success in using baking substitutes (namely whole wheat flour and organic cane sugar) in some of my favorite recipes: oatmeal raisin cookies, zucchini bread, blueberry pancakes.&amp;nbsp; So then I thought I'd go a step - or two - further when I was baking last night, and substituted the sugar for light agave nectar, and half the oil with unsweetened applesauce.&amp;nbsp; Let's just say I would've been better off sticking with my first modified recipe for mom's zucchini bread, as the result&amp;nbsp;was a faster-cooking (read: brown), drier and much blander version.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We've decided to still eat it and just drizzle it with a bit of honey or peanut butter so that it masks the extreme-vegan taste, which pretty much defeats the substitutions in the first place!&amp;nbsp; Oh well, lessons learned.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-7460972340671600548?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/7460972340671600548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=7460972340671600548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/7460972340671600548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/7460972340671600548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2009/07/experiments-in-baking.html' title='Experiments in baking'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SmUZez1Lk6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/gRGntZHastQ/s72-c/IMG00019-743144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-1273674432196485728</id><published>2009-07-17T11:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T11:54:35.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the couscous?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SmDI6_KpHiI/AAAAAAAAANw/zkLIb73TKTQ/s1600-h/quinoa-775395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SmDI6_KpHiI/AAAAAAAAANw/zkLIb73TKTQ/s320/quinoa-775395.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359504472284929570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So last weekend we come home from shopping at&amp;nbsp;Whole Foods, and as the hubs is&amp;nbsp;helping me put away the groceries (he is very helpful in this area even though I sometimes find purchases in random places :),&amp;nbsp;he calls out "sweetie, where should I put the quinona?", and he says it like it&amp;nbsp;rhymes with Winona.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We had a good laugh over this when I explained that it is actually pronounced "KEEN-wah".&amp;nbsp; Ha!&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Joking aside, he has been a very good sport in accepting new whole grains into his diet from my&amp;nbsp;cooking, including such tasties as quinoa, whole wheat pasta,&amp;nbsp;bulgur,&amp;nbsp;brown rice,&amp;nbsp;whole wheat flour and/or rolled oats in my baked breads and cookies.&amp;nbsp; So let's hear it for fiber, people.&amp;nbsp; It's official, brown is better :).&amp;nbsp; Just so you know...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-1273674432196485728?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/1273674432196485728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=1273674432196485728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/1273674432196485728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/1273674432196485728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-couscous.html' title='What the couscous?'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SmDI6_KpHiI/AAAAAAAAANw/zkLIb73TKTQ/s72-c/quinoa-775395.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-4961911210598733621</id><published>2009-07-07T06:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T06:33:46.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everyday miracles</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SlNOuuTm5HI/AAAAAAAAANo/4yxYo1PtVxo/s1600-h/balloon-726052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SlNOuuTm5HI/AAAAAAAAANo/4yxYo1PtVxo/s320/balloon-726052.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355710946484872306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A couple friends &amp;amp; I have been&amp;nbsp;studying the gospel of Mark, working our way through the stories&amp;nbsp;of various miracles (think fishes &amp;amp; loaves), and it got me to thinking.&amp;nbsp; I know that I'm often guilty of compartmentalizing the idea of "miracles" to those of bible tales, miraculous wonders of nature etc, instead of appreciating the little everyday miracles that happen all around us.&amp;nbsp; Then there are those&amp;nbsp;in desperate situations who pray to God for a miracle in their lives or in the lives of their loved ones, and when those prayers seem to go unanswered and all seems lost, they still remain steadfast in their faith.&amp;nbsp; It is seeing and hearing stories of those people and their faith that challenge me to the core, and it makes me wonder about how strong my own faith&amp;nbsp;really is.&amp;nbsp; I've been thinking about this idea of having your faith "tested", which I suppose in some ways is not unlike feeling like the kids or your co-workers are testing your&amp;nbsp;patience, or feeling tested in your relationships - but with much higher stakes.&amp;nbsp; I guess&amp;nbsp;I should learn&amp;nbsp;to allow God to speak to me through the everyday&amp;nbsp;lessons I'm presented with, and pray that&amp;nbsp;I would be changed by them.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;SPAN&gt;Talk about a test of faith, if you'd like to see one couple's story about their son Eliot, check this out, it is the single best thing I've seen on YouTube to date (thanks Kim for passing it along).&amp;nbsp; &lt;A href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=th6Njr-qkq0" target=_blank&gt;&lt;FONT color=#0068cf&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=th6Njr-qkq0&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You'll need to grab a tissue first, but the story is beautiful, I promise! &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-4961911210598733621?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/4961911210598733621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=4961911210598733621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/4961911210598733621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/4961911210598733621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2009/07/everyday-miracles.html' title='everyday miracles'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SlNOuuTm5HI/AAAAAAAAANo/4yxYo1PtVxo/s72-c/balloon-726052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-3290890333167297150</id><published>2009-07-06T13:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T13:59:36.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dining al fresco</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SlJluOEsoCI/AAAAAAAAANg/X8RdGnbGJqs/s1600-h/hotel-776204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SlJluOEsoCI/AAAAAAAAANg/X8RdGnbGJqs/s320/hotel-776204.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355454751623127074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Al fresco&amp;nbsp;- &lt;/STRONG&gt;defined&lt;STRONG&gt; &lt;/STRONG&gt;as an adjective meaning "in the fresh air; outdoors".&amp;nbsp; Or, if you're my 4-yr-old nephew, "al fresco means eating outside!"&amp;nbsp; A couple weeks ago&amp;nbsp;he learned this little tidbit from his dad and repeated this to me several times (usually starting his sentence with an excited "guess what, Tita?!" as most of his sentences to me do), however he was quite perturbed when he later discovered that eating outside made him&amp;nbsp;"hot".&amp;nbsp; Ha!&amp;nbsp; Out of the mouths of babes.&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; But I must say that this is truly one of my favorite aspects of summer (in addition to summer fruits and cute open-toed shoes!); last weekend we grilled out, had some wine at an open-air bar &lt;A href="http://www.thegrapevineofnovi.com"&gt;www.thegrapevineofnovi.com&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;,&amp;nbsp;and went to&amp;nbsp;a backyard bbq&amp;nbsp;at&amp;nbsp;our friends' house (thanks Kim &amp;amp; Mike!) complete with summer white sangria.&amp;nbsp; We continued the&amp;nbsp;trend this past holiday weekend, with picnicing and fireworks at the Greenfield Village, picnicing and fireworks in Birmingham, a bbq at my sister's house, and tasty treats downtown/midtown at the Comerica Cityfest.&amp;nbsp; For someone who attacks most outdoor activities with at least 45 SPF sunscreen, I couldn't get&amp;nbsp;enough of the outdoors these last couple days, and even suggested we take our niece &amp;amp; nephew to the nature center in Troy, and&amp;nbsp;the next day the hubs agreed to a not-so-brisk walk on the Paint Creek trail through Rochester.&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; So here's to doing the whole Michigan summer al fresco - enjoy!!&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; P.S.&amp;nbsp; Full disclosure: no, alas, this is not a picture of our backyard garden, rather, it is the charming chateau hotel Le Clos D'Amboise&amp;nbsp;in France where we'll spend the last two nights of our fall Europe excursion.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-3290890333167297150?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/3290890333167297150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=3290890333167297150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/3290890333167297150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/3290890333167297150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2009/07/dining-al-fresco.html' title='Dining al fresco'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SlJluOEsoCI/AAAAAAAAANg/X8RdGnbGJqs/s72-c/hotel-776204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-7547600011664772717</id><published>2009-06-25T07:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T07:16:27.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My husband the Detroiter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SkOGuwl2LQI/AAAAAAAAANY/Gj1ULdPig2w/s1600-h/det-787299.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SkOGuwl2LQI/AAAAAAAAANY/Gj1ULdPig2w/s320/det-787299.gif"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351268920122027266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I meant to blog about this a week ago, but what can I say, it's another busy summer and we're out and about doing things!&amp;nbsp; Anyway, last week I'm picking up around the house and walking around from room to room, and I hear a loud "Yeeessss!" coming from the family room, where the hubby was watching the Tigers beat the Cardinals (sorry Grandma Smith &amp;amp; Allison!), and it put a secret smile on my face.&amp;nbsp; Despite the fact that he's not a native Michigander, he's a Tigers fan, a Pistons fan, a Red Wings fan, a Lions...well okay he's decidedly &lt;U&gt;not&lt;/U&gt; a fan of them, but you get the picture.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Despite the fact that&amp;nbsp;the day GM recently filed for bankruptcy marked the same day of his 10-year anniversary with the company (true story), he generally reports that his life in Michigan has proved fruitful (I mean, he met &amp;amp; married me, right? :).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I'm so grateful that his life path brought him here, and can't wait to see what happens next!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-7547600011664772717?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/7547600011664772717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=7547600011664772717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/7547600011664772717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/7547600011664772717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-husband-detroiter.html' title='My husband the Detroiter'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SkOGuwl2LQI/AAAAAAAAANY/Gj1ULdPig2w/s72-c/det-787299.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-7982815734950848670</id><published>2009-06-11T11:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T11:28:49.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting daily demons</title><content type='html'>Don't you hate how much seemingly&amp;nbsp;little things in life can so often set you back - like a stressful meeting at work, an argument with a family member or spouse, even reading a disheartening news article about yet another senseless killing or kidnapped child?&amp;nbsp; And yet when your days are going well -&amp;nbsp;long summer nights outside with friends, happiness in a relationship -&amp;nbsp;it is so easy to forget the hurting and despair that lurks just around the corner deep within the hearts of people feeling lost?&amp;nbsp; Well, find hope and take solace, friends - in each other, in the word of God, and in believing that love conquers all.&amp;nbsp; &lt;U&gt;Book recommendation&lt;/U&gt;: I'm more than halfway through "Three Cups of Tea" and it has been a very interesting read of a man providing help to others in his own&amp;nbsp;unusual quest to heal his own hurts and find his purpose.&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;STRONG&gt;Romans 5&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;SUP class=versenum id=en-NIV-28034 value="1"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;1&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SUP&gt;Therefore, since we have been justified through faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, &lt;SUP class=versenum id=en-NIV-28035 value="2"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;2&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SUP&gt;through whom we have gained access by faith into this grace in which we now stand. And we rejoice in the hope of the glory of God. &lt;SUP class=versenum id=en-NIV-28036 value="3"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;3&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SUP&gt;Not only so, but we also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; &lt;SUP class=versenum id=en-NIV-28037 value="4"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;4&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SUP&gt;perseverance, character; and character, hope. &lt;SUP class=versenum id=en-NIV-28038 value="5"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;5&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SUP&gt;And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-7982815734950848670?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/7982815734950848670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=7982815734950848670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/7982815734950848670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/7982815734950848670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2009/06/fighting-daily-demons.html' title='Fighting daily demons'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-5880837963429387385</id><published>2009-06-03T09:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T09:45:32.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Live long and prosper</title><content type='html'>Who thinks that ladies wouldn't be interested in&amp;nbsp;Star Trek?&amp;nbsp; Not me!&amp;nbsp; Four other gal pals joined in the fun last night, and everyone enjoyed the flick.&amp;nbsp; I got hooked on Star Trek TNG (The Next Generation) by sister Debbie in high school, and the new movie did not disappoint.&amp;nbsp; It will definitely reside in our DVD collection some day.&amp;nbsp; The classic push and pull of good vs. evil (spoiler: love wins! :), great effects and an effective soundtrack pleased this moviegoer so much, I'm&amp;nbsp;planning to go again soon and bring the hubby!&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Also,&amp;nbsp;a friend&amp;nbsp;sent&amp;nbsp;a funny &lt;U&gt;and&lt;/U&gt; useful tip to check out &lt;A href="http://www.runpee.com"&gt;www.runpee.com&lt;/A&gt; which not only provides helpful suggestions as to the ideal times during a movie to&amp;nbsp;make a&amp;nbsp;run to the bathroom, but even provides an explanation for what you will be missing (this part is&amp;nbsp;optional and accessible only if you choose to press the unscramble button to reveal the info).&amp;nbsp; Great link to keep on hand&amp;nbsp;if you suffer from frequent runs to the bathroom like me!&amp;nbsp; Thanks, "cousin" Kim :).&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-5880837963429387385?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/5880837963429387385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=5880837963429387385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/5880837963429387385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/5880837963429387385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2009/06/live-long-and-prosper.html' title='Live long and prosper'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-6819316383445907811</id><published>2009-05-28T10:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T10:09:05.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too blessed to be stressed</title><content type='html'>OK, so maybe the bumper sticker expression went out of style years ago, but it's not a bad idea to remind yourself of the concept every once in a while, you know?&amp;nbsp; Things at both of our jobs continue to be pretty stressful, but we both feel blessed to still be collecting paychecks and regularly make decisions to be purposeful about being charitable with our giving.&amp;nbsp; And with a roof over our head,&amp;nbsp;a happy marriage, and good health, well, you get the picture.&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; We are grateful for our loving families as well, in fact,&amp;nbsp;we had a nice holiday weekend with the Barton's parents in town from Illinois.&amp;nbsp; They like to joke that they are always well fed when they come for a Michigan visit, and this time was no exception.&amp;nbsp; Friday night we dined at the Royal Kubo in Clawson, they even let me pick the Filipino fare to sample.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But there was no karaoke indulgence to be had, instead we headed up to Paciugo's for gelato, seriously good stuff, folks.&amp;nbsp; Saturday morning found us walking on Paint Creek Trail, so we just had&amp;nbsp;a little breakfast &amp;amp; lunch at home before cleaning up and heading down to the DIA to see the Norman Rockwell exhibit, which we all enjoyed.&amp;nbsp; Afterwards we took them to Polish Village in Hamtramck for an early dinner, they couldn't believe the affordable prices or the line out the door at such an early hour.&amp;nbsp; We also stopped into the New Palace bakery to pick up a few sweet treats for later before ending the&amp;nbsp;evening walking around downtown Royal Oak and cooling off with some refreshments outside of Bean &amp;amp; Leaf.&amp;nbsp; Sunday after church we enjoyed a delightful brunch at Josephine's in Ferndale, and in the afternoon we loaded up and headed to my parents house for a little family/friends barbecue, good times and good food!&amp;nbsp; Monday took on a slower pace, Mr &amp;amp; Mrs Mac headed to Somerset Mall, I stretched my legs with a bike ride before a little work (boo) and some errands in the afternoon before I left the crew with dinner in the fridge&amp;nbsp;so I could&amp;nbsp;visit for a couple hours&amp;nbsp;with my friend Karin who was in town from Florida.&amp;nbsp; I arrived&amp;nbsp;back home after an apparent Scrabble showdown (hubby won again, that bugger! :), just in time to join the group for a short walk to the local Dairy Queen.&amp;nbsp; They headed out Tuesday morning to zip up north for a quick trip in Traverse City before driving home.&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Wow I should really buckle down on the whole calories in/calories out thing, I'm pretty sure that the&amp;nbsp;yoga class that I forced my tired self to last night didn't quite cover the spread, but we had a good time and that is certainly something to be thankful for!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-6819316383445907811?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6819316383445907811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=6819316383445907811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/6819316383445907811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/6819316383445907811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2009/05/too-blessed-to-be-stressed.html' title='Too blessed to be stressed'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-3600199544281119952</id><published>2009-05-18T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T14:21:12.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend funny</title><content type='html'>Clearly, no one will find this as funny as I did, but I had to share.&amp;nbsp; One Saturday morning I dragged the hubby to the gym, the poor guy hadn't even had this coffee yet, but I was on a tight timeline to&amp;nbsp;get to my next destination for the day so off we went for a quick workout.&amp;nbsp; Wrapping up the hour, I&amp;nbsp;looked up&amp;nbsp;from&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;bike to see him just a few feet away&amp;nbsp;perched on&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;abs machine.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So I&amp;nbsp;mouthed to him "I&amp;nbsp;have two and a half more minutes" and he replies&amp;nbsp;"I know".&amp;nbsp; So then I say, out loud, "What, how can you know that?" and he says, quizzically, "You just said 'I'm hot for you', right??"&amp;nbsp; Needless to say, it's a good thing I was just on a stationary bike, or I would have fallen off, laughing!&amp;nbsp; He's so funny, ha.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-3600199544281119952?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/3600199544281119952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=3600199544281119952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/3600199544281119952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/3600199544281119952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2009/05/weekend-funny.html' title='Weekend funny'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-4042857390505132012</id><published>2009-05-15T05:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T05:49:45.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day at the park</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/Sg1k6aR_CBI/AAAAAAAAANM/j-d3aXSX-YQ/s1600-h/photo-785545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/Sg1k6aR_CBI/AAAAAAAAANM/j-d3aXSX-YQ/s320/photo-785545.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336032088153851922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;They're just so funny/cute!!&amp;nbsp; Happy Friday, friends.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-4042857390505132012?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/4042857390505132012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=4042857390505132012' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/4042857390505132012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/4042857390505132012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-at-park.html' title='A day at the park'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/Sg1k6aR_CBI/AAAAAAAAANM/j-d3aXSX-YQ/s72-c/photo-785545.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-5801363189725241757</id><published>2009-05-13T08:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T08:18:43.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/Sgrk01HVFOI/AAAAAAAAANE/HBg01mK93eA/s1600-h/sisters1-723552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/Sgrk01HVFOI/AAAAAAAAANE/HBg01mK93eA/s320/sisters1-723552.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335328304835925218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;To add to the list of coincidentally similar dates between our two families, the Barton and I both have sisters celebrating birthdays this week!&amp;nbsp; My younger sister Aimee's birthday is today, his younger sister Allison's is tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; The first time they met was when Allison came into town for my bridal shower last&amp;nbsp;summer, and it was so nice that all sisters got along swimmingly.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;While they are certainly different in many ways, they are both high-spirited and energetic with a love for gab and laughter.&amp;nbsp; I for one think it's nice to both have sisters who are always fun to be around!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Happy birthday to you both, ladies! &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-5801363189725241757?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/5801363189725241757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=5801363189725241757' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/5801363189725241757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/5801363189725241757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2009/05/birthday-sisters.html' title='Birthday sisters'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/Sgrk01HVFOI/AAAAAAAAANE/HBg01mK93eA/s72-c/sisters1-723552.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-7059522818736051531</id><published>2009-05-11T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T19:47:47.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>International Super Spy</title><content type='html'>Saturday night I accompanied Olivia to the annual dinner of the Asian Pacific American Chamber of Commerce at the Royal Park Hotel.  It was a black tie or "ethnic garb" affair, and I chose the former (though I will have another post later about being a White Guy in a Barong.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I wear a tuxedo, there's a part of me that feels like I'm Chuck Bartowski pretending to be Charles Carmichael, International Super Spy.  (And yes, I have been called International Super Spy, by my nephew Kieran, who picked up the phrase from the Backyardigans.)  It's like I don't feel that I belong at a black-tie event, I'm just pretending to be someone who does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about this recently after reading Malcolm Gladwell's new book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Outliers&lt;/span&gt;.  In his book, he mentions that one of the major differences between children raised in middle and upper class househoulds is that they are taught to be comfortable in situations, to be confident enough to ask a doctor questions, for example, when compared to children raised in lower class households.  Failure to feel comfortable in situations helps to explain the difference in achievement between children from different economic backgrounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been learning a lot about this through my wife.  I am amazed at how she is able to feel comfortable and be herself in all situations, from public speaking to formal situations down to looking in the clearance aisle at K-Mart for cheap ways to help stage my house last year.  When I'm with her I feel more comfortable with who I am.  I'm no longer playing the role of  International Super Spy, I'm me.  And that's just one of the reasons why I love her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-7059522818736051531?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/7059522818736051531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=7059522818736051531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/7059522818736051531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/7059522818736051531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2009/05/international-super-spy.html' title='International Super Spy'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220684476759637287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-3986406661603891851</id><published>2009-05-08T12:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T12:46:10.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New wheels</title><content type='html'>My husband bought me a new car last week, a new 2009 Buick Enclave.&amp;nbsp; Yes, that's right, one day he sold my Lexus while I wasn't looking and is now forcing me to drive a GM just to get around!!&amp;nbsp; Okay, perhaps that is a bit of an exaggeration.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I'll admit it, I was&amp;nbsp;a little bit in love with my last car, but since I'm more than a little bit in love with my husband&amp;nbsp;we made the decision together to get some new wheels.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I'll post a picture after I have a chance to run through the car wash since a little&amp;nbsp;birdie decided to leave me a present, ahem.&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; But let me just take a moment to complain about the 3 GM dealerships we went to, because I found the common thread to be quite interesting - no one tried to sell me a car.&amp;nbsp; And no, I don't mean people ignored me or flat out lied to me (like at Suburban Mazda where I walked away from when shopping for a previous car-boo), I mean the sales staff could barely be bothered to answer questions that I had, much less encourage me to spend quite a few pennies on one of their cars.&amp;nbsp; It was completely bizarre, and the hubby mused that perhaps it was because they are so used to people with employee-related discount sales that they don't put in a big effort.&amp;nbsp; But even that explanation doesn't sit well with me in that they still stand to make a little money off of even those sales,&amp;nbsp;so why not try to have people buy through you?&amp;nbsp; Oh, and also I could have done without the loud gripes about GM by some&amp;nbsp;employees at two of those places (we had to go looking for someone to even greet us at the third place), not helping matters folks.&amp;nbsp; Lastly, had I known about the discriminatory remark one salesperson made about some other customers after they left the dealership, I would've pitched a famous fit but alas I had left the dealership feeling ill and I let the Barton deal with all the paperwork.&amp;nbsp; Don't worry, as the manager will receive a copy of my strongly worded survey reply!&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Anyway, so far so good on the new car, now only if some of the people within the GM supply chain could hop on the don't-call-it-a-comeback bandwagon, perhaps we'll see light at the end of the tunnel yet.&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; P.S.&amp;nbsp; Hey OnStar chick, I didn't appreciate you being so flirty with my husband even after&amp;nbsp;you discovered that I was in the car too!&amp;nbsp; Now if only he didn't enjoy it so much&amp;nbsp;:).&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-3986406661603891851?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/3986406661603891851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=3986406661603891851' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/3986406661603891851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/3986406661603891851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-wheels.html' title='New wheels'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-5718431716956891325</id><published>2009-04-28T14:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T14:02:49.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A fresh perspective</title><content type='html'>As usual, I'm a week or so behind in my weekly copy of Crain's Detroit Business, but this morning I read with interest the (April 20-26) edition that profiles of their twenty&amp;nbsp;in their 20's list &lt;A href="http://www.crainsdetroit.com/assets/html/twenties09.html"&gt;http://www.crainsdetroit.com/assets/html/twenties09.html&lt;/A&gt;.&amp;nbsp; While many were "creative" types, others were successful in a more standard business career path, and I found myself reading each of their comments about why they live in the metropolitan Detroit area.&amp;nbsp;So many of them shared the common thread of feeling rewarded if they could&amp;nbsp;thrive in this unique environment lots of us call home.&amp;nbsp; Stay on and fight my fellow 20-somethings!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Okay &lt;U&gt;fine&lt;/U&gt;, so maybe that ship (my 20's) sailed&amp;nbsp;some time ago, but anyway take a peek and try to get inspired yourself.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; Also&amp;nbsp;read this article last week in the Detroit News &lt;A href="http://www.detnews.com/article/20090424/SCHOOLS/904240389/1026/MSU+s+$10+million+gift+a+mystery" target=_blank&gt;&lt;FONT color=#8c5940&gt;http://www.detnews.com/article/20090424/SCHOOLS/904240389/1026/MSU+s+$10+million+gift+a+mystery&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;, how cool is that?&amp;nbsp;Basically there's a donor that has given away nearly $70 million in recent weeks to colleges across the country - anonymously.&amp;nbsp; The only pattern they've found so far is that the 14 schools that have received the gifts are run by women.&amp;nbsp; Double cool.&amp;nbsp; But I'll be honest and say that if I had that kind of dough to give away, I'd probably put my name all over it!&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Lastly,&amp;nbsp;hitting this week's newstand&amp;nbsp;in Fortune magazine is not&amp;nbsp;just the annual Fortune 500 list, but smack dab in the middle of the magazine itself is&amp;nbsp;a 2-page&amp;nbsp;spread that is a simple and effective ad about the Judson Center &lt;A href="http://www.judsoncenter.org"&gt;www.judsoncenter.org&lt;/A&gt;, a human services agency where I sit on the board.&amp;nbsp; A fellow board member who is a&amp;nbsp;GM executive&amp;nbsp;(not sure if he's wanting to&amp;nbsp;be anonymous himself) "donated" the &amp;nbsp;national ad space by letting Judson use it because it's one of his favorite charities.&amp;nbsp; Pleae check it out, it's awesome.&amp;nbsp; If I can get an electronic copy, I'll post it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-5718431716956891325?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/5718431716956891325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=5718431716956891325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/5718431716956891325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/5718431716956891325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2009/04/fresh-perspective.html' title='A fresh perspective'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-2919139416964142989</id><published>2009-04-28T04:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T04:15:55.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Start small</title><content type='html'>Since I may have scared off a few readers by asking them to become organ donors (but c'mon folks, don't let them go to waste :), I'll also suggest a few ideas to start small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've convinced the hubby (isn't he great??) to join me this week in making a blood donation through the American Red Cross who holds blood drives every week in your backyard &lt;a href="http://www.givelife.org/"&gt;www.givelife.org&lt;/a&gt;, even though he admits it is not his favorite thing.  But here's the deal, as it turns out it is also not my favorite thing to be poked by a needle, &lt;u&gt;but&lt;/u&gt; I'm sure that sentiment is also shared by a 2-yr-old at our church whose parents shared a story yesterday of his blood disease and the transfusions that he needs every 6 weeks just to get by.  It breaks their heart to watch their little boy and all the other families they meet at the hospital go through the process over and over, and yet they can't even give themselves in case he needs a bone marrow transplant.  I do love you my friends - but get over it.  No excuses.  Please?!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For better reading than my whiny/tough love, see the top 10 reasons to give &lt;a href="http://www.givelife2.org/donor/top10.asp"&gt;http://www.givelife2.org/donor/top10.asp&lt;/a&gt;, and the top 10 excuses &lt;a href="http://www.givelife2.org/donor/top10excuses.asp"&gt;http://www.givelife2.org/donor/top10excuses.asp&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another coolio idea that I recently discovered, an organization called &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SfblGFo2LBI/AAAAAAAAAM8/0s5yjnxUEnI/s1600-h/necklaces.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SfblGFo2LBI/AAAAAAAAAM8/0s5yjnxUEnI/s320/necklaces.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329699101795036178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Paper to Pearls &lt;a href="http://www.papertopearls.org/"&gt;www.papertopearls.org&lt;/a&gt; that benefits women in Uganda and helps them better their lives through jewelry-making.  Seriously, I get to make a difference in someone's live and get a fantastic handmade new necklace to boot?  Somebody pinch me.  So if you're due to get a present from me this year, guess what it will be?? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-2919139416964142989?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/2919139416964142989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=2919139416964142989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/2919139416964142989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/2919139416964142989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2009/04/start-small.html' title='Start small'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SfblGFo2LBI/AAAAAAAAAM8/0s5yjnxUEnI/s72-c/necklaces.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-759667644669330762</id><published>2009-04-25T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T13:01:53.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a heart</title><content type='html'>Hi friends - please consider joining me &amp;amp; my husband by registering to become and organ and tissue donor.  April is designated as Donate Life Month, and in Michigan alone 3,000 residents are waiting to receive hearts, livers, lungs, kidney and other organs; but last year in Michigan only 327 people donated organs (which in itself was a record).  Nationwide, the number of people waiting for donors is 100,000.  God forbid that any of our lives or our loved ones are cut short, but if so your physical body can help so many.  One local mother reported that her son Tim tragically died at 17 yrs old in a car accident, but as he was a donor 7 people received his healthy organs and another 158 people were recipients of his tissue donations - what a gift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave a legacy of generosity - join via www.giftoflifemichigan.org or in another states check your state government website.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-759667644669330762?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/759667644669330762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=759667644669330762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/759667644669330762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/759667644669330762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2009/04/have-heart.html' title='Have a heart'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-1768307034533470467</id><published>2009-04-19T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T18:11:56.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Helpful hubby</title><content type='html'>I promise I'm not just trying to be cheesy about the positive attributes of my spouse, but he really can be super helpful to have around!  While he readily admits that doing certain things around the house are not exactly top of mind for him, when I ask for assistance with something he is always at the ready.  Also, he has figured out how to handle my independent, I'd-rather-do-it-myself mentality, in that he will ask "is there anything I can do to help?" and I'll quickly assess the situation and reply either no thanks I've got it covered, or I'll rattle off a couple of things he can do to assist me.  That way I know that he is willing to pitch in if I need it, but I can also let him know that it would be better to just give me my space (especially in the kitchen!).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SevKXOlhQgI/AAAAAAAAAM0/JzRv-aKoRU0/s1600-h/bedroom+2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SevKXOlhQgI/AAAAAAAAAM0/JzRv-aKoRU0/s320/bedroom+2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326573484697010690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After deciding that it would be best to stay in our condo this year (stupid economy!), I asked if we could have a bedroom makeover, and he agreed.  I also had the benevolent excuse of passing on some of my old furniture to my sister who recently moved into a new place (ironically into an apartment directly across the hall from the one I moved out of almost 5 years ago to the day! weird).  Now nearly everything in our room is brand new, all the way do&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SevKLtVWkVI/AAAAAAAAAMs/yaYsL1PBQRg/s1600-h/bedroom+1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SevKLtVWkVI/AAAAAAAAAMs/yaYsL1PBQRg/s320/bedroom+1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326573286792270162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wn to several new decorative notions including a mirror and tapestry that the hubby hung up yesterday after painstakingly measuring for after I had him reposition both a few times :).  So while it's not a new house that I really wanted, it's a new touch that we've added together to a place that still has mostly things I previously bought and decorated with.  Didn't he do a great job?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-1768307034533470467?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/1768307034533470467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=1768307034533470467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/1768307034533470467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/1768307034533470467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2009/04/helpful-hubby.html' title='Helpful hubby'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SevKXOlhQgI/AAAAAAAAAM0/JzRv-aKoRU0/s72-c/bedroom+2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-7343864714662456723</id><published>2009-04-15T14:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T14:28:02.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs of spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SeZRYnCQZfI/AAAAAAAAAL8/NjchNoILHeI/s1600-h/spring1-782799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SeZRYnCQZfI/AAAAAAAAAL8/NjchNoILHeI/s320/spring1-782799.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325033092649346546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SeZRY4ZvSbI/AAAAAAAAAME/OJ5Hgwg-TI8/s1600-h/spring2-783297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SeZRY4ZvSbI/AAAAAAAAAME/OJ5Hgwg-TI8/s320/spring2-783297.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325033097311242674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SeZRY3487wI/AAAAAAAAAMM/sHZcJ3E6R70/s1600-h/spring3-783879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SeZRY3487wI/AAAAAAAAAMM/sHZcJ3E6R70/s320/spring3-783879.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325033097173724930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We are still waiting for the season to truly take hold in our fickle-weather state of Michigan, but while I am eagerly anticipating some consistently warm days in which to bring out the peep-toe pumps and slingbacks, I've been keeping my eye out for signs.&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Thought I'd share a few, including&amp;nbsp;some hopeful glimpses of green in the flower pot that I planted some seed packets in,&amp;nbsp;a bunch of&amp;nbsp;vibrant daffodils that my sister Aimee bought and brought over last weekend, and our mischievous nephew playing in their backyard mud (yes, in his pajamas!).&amp;nbsp; Ahh, spring, it has been too long, dear friend...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-7343864714662456723?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/7343864714662456723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=7343864714662456723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/7343864714662456723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/7343864714662456723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2009/04/signs-of-spring.html' title='Signs of spring'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SeZRYnCQZfI/AAAAAAAAAL8/NjchNoILHeI/s72-c/spring1-782799.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-8292044008426416663</id><published>2009-04-14T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T11:12:30.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny Florida</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SeTSDqjfkrI/AAAAAAAAALc/UM7FxzNz1dY/s1600-h/florida1-750697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SeTSDqjfkrI/AAAAAAAAALc/UM7FxzNz1dY/s320/florida1-750697.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324611619863368370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SeTSD2setuI/AAAAAAAAALk/I2ep16bh8Y8/s1600-h/florida2-751203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SeTSD2setuI/AAAAAAAAALk/I2ep16bh8Y8/s320/florida2-751203.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324611623122286306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SeTSD1m7mKI/AAAAAAAAALs/udWR_KSHdQU/s1600-h/florida3-751593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SeTSD1m7mKI/AAAAAAAAALs/udWR_KSHdQU/s320/florida3-751593.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324611622830577826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SeTSELuLi9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/tgmxHsKI5fw/s1600-h/florida4-752129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SeTSELuLi9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/tgmxHsKI5fw/s320/florida4-752129.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324611628766563282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;OK, so it wasn't exactly sunny the &lt;U&gt;whole&lt;/U&gt; time we were there, which was over two months ago at this point.&amp;nbsp; But forgive me while I look for the sunny side of this dreary April day.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; The first pic is my documented review my first time&amp;nbsp;eating&amp;nbsp;at a&amp;nbsp;Chic-Fil-A,&amp;nbsp;which my friend Rich cannot believe as he raves about them constantly.&amp;nbsp; I appreciated the friendliness of the cashier/franchise owner (his picture was on the wall!) but my favorite part was the older gentleman passing out mints as the Hospitality Manager,&amp;nbsp;I filled out a comment card just for him!&amp;nbsp; Thank you, kind sir.&amp;nbsp; The next one is of me with our good friend Karin (with the hubby popping up from behind, that stinker! :) who drove in 3 hours to stay and visit with us, and also a picture of a local restaurant that I took to show my mother-in-law.&amp;nbsp; Lastly, no we did not take pictures of any homeless people (nor do&amp;nbsp;I believe they exist there in downtown Celebrations!), Aimee just captured our&amp;nbsp;friends Dave &amp;amp; Damon taking a little nappy in the sun while the Barton &amp;amp; I popped into the arcade and ice cream shop.&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Fun times!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-8292044008426416663?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/8292044008426416663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=8292044008426416663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/8292044008426416663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/8292044008426416663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunny-florida.html' title='Sunny Florida'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SeTSDqjfkrI/AAAAAAAAALc/UM7FxzNz1dY/s72-c/florida1-750697.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-7773017567850521918</id><published>2009-04-10T10:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T10:20:21.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friday</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer : I am &lt;U&gt;totally&lt;/U&gt; copying off of our friend Jodi's blog today, but she posted the lyrics of a Michael W. Smith song and I was so touched by reading them that I decided to post them as well.&amp;nbsp; So for those of you that happen to read both of our blogs, well lucky you, you get to have the words speak to you twice! :)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;I have been unfaithful&lt;BR&gt;I have been unworthy&lt;BR&gt;I have been unrighteous&lt;BR&gt;And I have been unmerciful&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I have been unreachable&lt;BR&gt;I have been unteachable&lt;BR&gt;I have been unwilling&lt;BR&gt;And I've been undesirable&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;And sometimes I have been unwise&lt;BR&gt;I've been undone by what I'm unsure of&lt;BR&gt;But because of you&lt;BR&gt;And all that you went through&lt;BR&gt;I know that I have never been unloved&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I have been unbroken&lt;BR&gt;I have been unmended&lt;BR&gt;I have been uneasy&lt;BR&gt;And I've been unapprochable&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I've been unemotional&lt;BR&gt;I've been unexceptional&lt;BR&gt;I've been undecided&lt;BR&gt;And I have been unqualified&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Unaware - I have been unfair&lt;BR&gt;I've been unfit for blessings from above&lt;BR&gt;But even I can see&lt;BR&gt;The sacrifice You made for me&lt;BR&gt;To show that I have never been unloved&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;It's because of you&lt;BR&gt;And all that you went through&lt;BR&gt;I know that I have never been unloved&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;EM&gt;(Never been Unloved by Michael W. Smith)&lt;/EM&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684437920171444237-7773017567850521918?l=acovenantforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/feeds/7773017567850521918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684437920171444237&amp;postID=7773017567850521918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/7773017567850521918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684437920171444237/posts/default/7773017567850521918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acovenantforever.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-friday.html' title='Good Friday'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589371080723082175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h6RtBG9PM8/SThybKkyk5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dNnSml1rNy8/S220/couple1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684437920171444237.post-3455751274958797838</id><published>2009-04-07T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T19:35:57.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty from ashes</title><content type='html'>A recurring theme this week, so it would seem.  From last night's bible study reading (Isaiah 61:3), a Time article on Detroit's "Road to Renewal" (whose title reads more positively than the article, but hey it helped keep me on the elliptical machine tonight for those brutal last 10 min) that quoted the city's motto coined in 1827, translated from Latin as :"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We hope for better things; it shall rise from the ashes."&lt;/span&gt;, and lastly, &lt;a href="http://www.rapradar.com/Focus/eminems-ncaa-final-4-psa.html"&gt;Eminem's PSA&lt;/a&gt; on Detroit that aired during the NCAA final.  Yes, there will and should be many of you that are surprised that I would ever mention Eminem, much less quote him, especially in the same paragraph as scripture, but nonetheless I was touched by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to a sense of renewal and rebirth, even as we finish out this week leading to Easter and the commemoration of our Savior rising!  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