<?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-6273380153597715864</id><updated>2012-01-27T23:33:24.498-05:00</updated><category term='Garden tractors'/><category term='Four wheelers'/><category term='Christian Appearance'/><category term='Power Boats'/><category term='Hunting'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='Buckley Elm'/><category term='Obedience'/><category term='altar'/><category term='Permission'/><category term='Baby'/><category term='Mackinac Island'/><category term='Clinton Anderson'/><category term='Parental Control'/><category term='Life Application'/><category term='Legacy'/><category term='Marriage Retreat'/><category term='Welding'/><category term='Fishing'/><category term='Service'/><category term='confidence'/><category term='BSF'/><category term='Adoption'/><category term='God'/><category term='Families'/><category term='Child Safety'/><category term='camping'/><category term='LIFE IS SO SIMPLE'/><category term='Life Style'/><category term='Prayer'/><category term='Tagged'/><category term='Flowers'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Water Skiing'/><category term='Convictions'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Youth Camps'/><category term='Grandparents'/><category term='Holy Bible'/><category term='Foster Care'/><category term='children. parents'/><category term='skill'/><category term='Boating'/><category term='Christians'/><category term='Lost'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Celebrate your marriage'/><category term='Unwed Mother'/><category term='Bible Characters'/><category term='Punishment'/><category term='Private Property'/><category term='Caskets'/><category term='Jay and Laura Laffon'/><category term='Sorry'/><category term='Christian'/><category term='Prince of Glory'/><category term='Joby Saad'/><category term='Girls Camp'/><category term='Parades'/><category term='Hospice'/><category term='burdens'/><category term='Fathers'/><category term='Rain'/><category term='Widow'/><category term='Holy Living'/><category term='Malibu'/><category term='Log home'/><category term='Mother'/><category term='Horses'/><category term='Abortion'/><category term='Sin'/><category term='Bible Study Fellowship'/><category term='Multiple Scerosis'/><category term='Respect'/><category term='John Deere'/><category term='Kevin Leman'/><category term='Wife'/><category term='Funeral'/><category term='experience'/><category term='Donations'/><category term='WWII'/><category term='MS'/><category term='Tubing'/><category term='Wakeboarding'/><category term='Happiness'/><category term='Creation'/><category term='Scotts'/><category term='Disease'/><category term='Christ'/><category term='Example'/><category term='Children.  Parents'/><category term='wood'/><category term='Mission'/><category term='Hair Color'/><category term='Cross'/><category term='Prison'/><category term='Heart checkup'/><category term='Camp Meeting'/><title type='text'>Choices R Mine</title><subtitle type='html'>"Choices in life are always simple, but not always easy"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>388</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-8815172039207220354</id><published>2012-01-21T06:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T06:57:04.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets get out of here - NOW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TslDViUPwK0/Txqn2S_oanI/AAAAAAAAA9o/RX625LqcA4Y/s1600/Jim%2B1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;line-height:200%"&gt;January 21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;line-height:200%"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;line-height:200%"&gt;Scripture: &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;“But you, O man of God, flee these things and pursue righteousness, Godliness, faith, love, patience, gentleness.” &lt;/i&gt;I Timothy 6:11 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;line-height:200%"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center;line-height:200%" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;line-height:200%"&gt;Flight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center;line-height:200%" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;line-height:200%"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;line-height:200%"&gt;The horse being an animal that is preyed upon will respond to danger with flight. Very quickly if need be! Sometimes leaving the rider in mid-air flight as well.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Amos will use flight as a means of escape if need be. He is not a spooky horse. He has confidence in me through training and experience and unless I urge him to flee, he is okay.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When trail riding together we often come up on something new. It could simply be a bush that is shaped “unusual” that looks “different” to Amos. I can tell quickly if he is on alert. Maybe his ears show tenseness, muscles tighten, gait changes, maybe even stiffer. The quicker I pick up on the clues the more likely I can settle him down and reassure him. I do not want him to go into a flight mode unless there is a real threat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;line-height:200%"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;line-height:200%"&gt;Flight is a means of escape for the Christian as well. Sometimes we don’t use it enough. When we should be fleeing, we tend to hang around. I try to get Amos use to things that are not dangerous but that are a “concern” for him. However, if it is a serious hazard that we need to be clear of, I want him to move away from it now. I don’t expect his curiosity to put us in danger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;line-height:200%"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;line-height:200%"&gt;Prayer Thought:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lord help me today not to “hang around” those things that I should flee from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-8815172039207220354?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8815172039207220354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=8815172039207220354' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/8815172039207220354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/8815172039207220354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2012/01/lets-get-out-of-here-now.html' title='Lets get out of here - NOW!'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TslDViUPwK0/Txqn2S_oanI/AAAAAAAAA9o/RX625LqcA4Y/s72-c/Jim%2B1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-9219275414301686543</id><published>2011-12-25T09:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T09:15:20.824-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mDZ-B59_usQ/TvcvyAm5lQI/AAAAAAAAA9c/-wXWkDJPbyE/s1600/Nativity-Scene.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt"&gt;Scripture: &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;“And she brought forth her firstborn Son, and wrapped Him in swaddling cloths, and laid him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.”&lt;/i&gt; Luke 2:7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt"&gt;Royalty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt"&gt;We have a couple of nativity sets that we set out during the Christmas season. In fact one is a very nice ceramic set with 18 pieces. It includes shepherds, wise men, camels, sheep, and the complete set. However, it does not include a horse! I can’t recall ever seeing a nativity set with a horse in it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have seen burros and donkeys but no horses. At first I must admit I was troubled by it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I think I have figured it out. At least I have my version of the nativity scene.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Horses probably belonged to royalty or the Roman army. Therefore they were not kept in a lowly stable. Even the wise men are out of place at the nativity scene. Most religious scholars put the wise men at the house of Mary and Joseph after the birth of Christ.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why no Horse? Royalty at the manger would have added some specialty at the manger scene.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess that’s not what God intended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt"&gt;Christ was born for all.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He did not come as royalty or even born in a royal setting. He came as the Savior of all mankind and that includes you and I. He did not exclude anyone in his message of salvation by giving us His Son.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The question we have to ask ourselves is do we accept the gift of Christ personally?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt"&gt;Prayer Thought: Thank you for the manger scene.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But most of all thank you God for sending us your Son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-9219275414301686543?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/9219275414301686543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=9219275414301686543' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/9219275414301686543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/9219275414301686543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mDZ-B59_usQ/TvcvyAm5lQI/AAAAAAAAA9c/-wXWkDJPbyE/s72-c/Nativity-Scene.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-6182111926305996103</id><published>2011-11-27T16:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T16:37:58.939-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are you headed?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_UivUg17HrM/TtKtk9-lGaI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/3HKU7hhOv1c/s1600/Sus%2Bbridge%2Ba.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_UivUg17HrM/TtKtk9-lGaI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/3HKU7hhOv1c/s320/Sus%2Bbridge%2Ba.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679792930691553698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;             &lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-unhide:no;  mso-style-qformat:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:14.0pt;  mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";} .MsoChpDefault  {mso-style-type:export-only;  mso-default-props:yes;  font-size:10.0pt;  mso-ansi-font-size:10.0pt;  mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;} @page WordSection1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.WordSection1  {page:WordSection1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Scripture: &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;“For the Lord will be your confidence, and will keep your foot from being caught.” &lt;/i&gt;Proverbs 3:26&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center"&gt;Confidence&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;A couple of days ago I took Amos on a short trail ride on Shamrock Stables property. On the way back to the barn I took a short detour.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now Amos could see the barn already and was focused on going that direction, he knew where he was going and was confident that the barn was our destination.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now I was asking him to change his direction and he hesitated slightly. I headed in a direction that made no sense, but he was willing to obey.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However now he was confused.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;We headed towards the area where several horse trailers were stored; they were lined up side by side.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As we got closer he became a little nervous.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was urging him to go between two trailers.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The trailers were close enough that I could put my feet out and touch the trailers with the stirrups. He balked and backed up several times, refusing to go between the trailers.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a very confining area and horses do not like to go into areas that “trap” them. After several attempts and gentle urging by me he went right on through.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Sometimes God seems to change our course without reason.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe there is no other reason than to test our obedience.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Amos, I wanted him to learn to trust me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe down the road on a new trail we will come to an obstacle he is not familiar with, will he trust me? I hope so, because in two days we are going to a new riding trail.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know that, he does not. God knows what is ahead of us as well.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Prayer Thought: Lord, what you ask may not seem reasonable, but I will trust You with confidence!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-6182111926305996103?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6182111926305996103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=6182111926305996103' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/6182111926305996103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/6182111926305996103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2011/11/where-are-you-headed.html' title='Where are you headed?'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_UivUg17HrM/TtKtk9-lGaI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/3HKU7hhOv1c/s72-c/Sus%2Bbridge%2Ba.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-1451722092573449277</id><published>2011-11-14T04:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T05:02:24.747-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Can change in an Instant!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-taomQ7_3SuQ/TsDki2BKgXI/AAAAAAAAA9E/qm7gAP3UJIY/s1600/LexmarkAIOScan3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-taomQ7_3SuQ/TsDki2BKgXI/AAAAAAAAA9E/qm7gAP3UJIY/s320/LexmarkAIOScan3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674786817753907570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken in 1964 - 47 years ago and 60 pounds lighter! Two weeks ago I sat in the doctors office and was told I had blockage in blood vessels to my heart. I had been experiencing "discomfort" in my chest when exercising (riding bike) or even moderate walking. The good news? No surgery, no stents, will try to control with meds, losing weight and diet changes. So far so good on all fronts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I will get the "old" body to look like the picture again (need a toupe' for sure!) but I am going to do my best! (smile).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We plan to head for Florida for the winter soon. May head for the beach. If you get down in the Ocala area look me up. Just make a copy of the picture and check the beaches - just remember, no hair and add 60 pounds!  Oh yeah, add 47 years plus wrinkles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-1451722092573449277?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1451722092573449277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=1451722092573449277' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/1451722092573449277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/1451722092573449277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2011/11/life-can-change-in-instant.html' title='Life Can change in an Instant!'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-taomQ7_3SuQ/TsDki2BKgXI/AAAAAAAAA9E/qm7gAP3UJIY/s72-c/LexmarkAIOScan3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-7581245501956939469</id><published>2011-10-26T16:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T16:28:31.412-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sOnvZueJ6-c/TqhoXjqd5XI/AAAAAAAAA7o/S4F54yG8I90/s1600/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sOnvZueJ6-c/TqhoXjqd5XI/AAAAAAAAA7o/S4F54yG8I90/s320/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667894884965410162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you have followed my blog at all you have seen this picture - the problem is, if you have never been where this picture was taken you have no idea where you are going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think if you were following me you would trust me to lead and have confidence that I would know where we are going.  But there are other problems, to follow me you had to leave certain things behind.  You had to leave family, you couldn't follow me if you had to work, you would probably need a horse. If you've never ridden a horse or you were afraid of horses, you just probably wouldn't go.  I guess the question is, what are you willing to do to follow me?  Susan, the lady who took this picture is a great rider. She was right behind me on this trail. I knew she was there, we talked together, we talked about what was ahead, but she was not worried because she trusted me to lead.  She was very relaxed and left a lot behind to follow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 18 verse 22 says "...Sell everything you have and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven. Then come follow me."  To "inherit eternal life" requires  asking for God's grace to forgive us of our sins, but that requires us to give him all.  If we are unwilling to give him all we cannot follow him.  The rich young ruler walked away because he was not willing to give all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving all is not an option. Its mandatory.  Everything I have belongs to God, including my time.&lt;br /&gt;What is most obvious in the picture is overlooked. To be there when that picture was taken required my time and a willingness to be there.  Think as you finish this, where are you headed? Are you following where Christ wants you to? Does He have you completely? Is he asking for you to do something?  Trust him and follow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-7581245501956939469?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7581245501956939469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=7581245501956939469' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/7581245501956939469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/7581245501956939469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2011/10/follow-me.html' title='Follow me!'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sOnvZueJ6-c/TqhoXjqd5XI/AAAAAAAAA7o/S4F54yG8I90/s72-c/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-633380754766433992</id><published>2011-10-10T20:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T20:52:03.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Commandment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cP-6EE_6F50/TpOQbvjajhI/AAAAAAAAA6s/dt5u6-0xxtA/s1600/both%2Btrail%2Bcrop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cP-6EE_6F50/TpOQbvjajhI/AAAAAAAAA6s/dt5u6-0xxtA/s320/both%2Btrail%2Bcrop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662027962830720530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I took Amos trail riding I expected many different things but one thing in particular was total obedience.  I never tolerated his not obeying.  If he failed in the slightest there was consequences. I NEVER mistreated him, but I did scold him or dug in my heels and he knew my tone of voice as well when I scolded. When I gave a command, either verbally or with a cue from my body, he obeyed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obeying my commands were important. If Amos disobeyed and got away with it, it would get worse the next time. ANd, more importantly, if we were in a potentially dangerous situation, I wanted to know he would obey me - and trust me. He could hesitate, question, some of that was okay, but if I urged him on I expected obedience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God expects the same from us and yet we have the nerve to say no! He gave us 10 commandments, not suggestions.  How are you doing? I have been reading the Bible through in a year. I am amazed at how many times I am coming across the word command. Sheeeesh, you would think the children of Israel would catch on - I guess we just keep working  at it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-633380754766433992?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/633380754766433992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=633380754766433992' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/633380754766433992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/633380754766433992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2011/10/commandment.html' title='A Commandment'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cP-6EE_6F50/TpOQbvjajhI/AAAAAAAAA6s/dt5u6-0xxtA/s72-c/both%2Btrail%2Bcrop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-5367908097121455874</id><published>2011-10-01T06:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T06:53:14.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Flooded - Endicott, NY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tF2b5J03HG0/TobvQ4UgteI/AAAAAAAAA6k/irePOGlNsN8/s1600/Sanctuary.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tF2b5J03HG0/TobvQ4UgteI/AAAAAAAAA6k/irePOGlNsN8/s320/Sanctuary.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658473055112967650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture was taken by me on September 22nd. Where the drywall was cut is just above the flood line.  The entire church was flooded and had to be stripped like this. The contents of each area had to be removed and trashed - yes pews included. Everything was soaked because of the flood. Water was at least 2' ABOVE the pews.  Mama and I stayed till yesterday morning then got home yesterday afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray this area, Endicott, NY. In the county I believe over 1700 homes plus were flooded, many way beyond repair.  It has been declared a Federal Disaster area.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-5367908097121455874?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5367908097121455874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=5367908097121455874' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/5367908097121455874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/5367908097121455874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2011/10/church-flooded-endicott-ny.html' title='Church Flooded - Endicott, NY'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tF2b5J03HG0/TobvQ4UgteI/AAAAAAAAA6k/irePOGlNsN8/s72-c/Sanctuary.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-3124062915950753540</id><published>2011-09-17T13:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T13:28:01.242-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Disaster Relief</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LJyDZqDYwfI/TnTXnnKovxI/AAAAAAAAA6c/HosdMmmxZww/s1600/NY_flooding_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LJyDZqDYwfI/TnTXnnKovxI/AAAAAAAAA6c/HosdMmmxZww/s320/NY_flooding_4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653380507785281298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mama and I will be helping a congregation in Endicott, NY starting next Tuesday for two weeks. Their church and parsonage were "destroyed" in part by the heavy flood waters recently.  There was reported to be 5' of water in the sanctuary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for us as we travel, it is 600 miles plus there but we believe this is what God wants us to do. So, here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, where did I put my boots?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-3124062915950753540?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3124062915950753540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=3124062915950753540' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/3124062915950753540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/3124062915950753540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2011/09/disaster-relief.html' title='Disaster Relief'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LJyDZqDYwfI/TnTXnnKovxI/AAAAAAAAA6c/HosdMmmxZww/s72-c/NY_flooding_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-385480244931079678</id><published>2011-09-02T20:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T21:23:10.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RADICAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J3f2bhMO9qI/TmGA_Ndx1KI/AAAAAAAAA6U/SwCxyBAh6Us/s1600/AIDS%2Bgrave%2Bsite.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J3f2bhMO9qI/TmGA_Ndx1KI/AAAAAAAAA6U/SwCxyBAh6Us/s320/AIDS%2Bgrave%2Bsite.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647937231133988002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if, just saying what if, we were way off whack in our Christian faith? What if we have let our pursuit of the American Dream compromise on our faith.  Lets see, what was the "Great Commission" again? Something about discipleship, something about teaching and praying hummmm.  If Jesus were here, I'd just simply ask him what must I do to follow him? He certainly wouldn't discourage me from following him - or would he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book, "Radical; Taking back your faith from the pursuit of the American Dream" by Dr. David Platt, discusses the above in great detail.  Did you know that Christ actually discouraged several from following him? Are you aware that 26,000 children around the world will die in the next 24 hours? Is that my problem or not? I've been thinking of maybe a new car. After all, the one I have is 3 years old now.  Its not my fault or my problem the kids are dying. I am taking care of my family just fine. I give a few bucks here and there - above my tithe - to help, sheesh, give me a break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture? Just a cemetery, relatively new, certainly less than a year old. All AIDS victims in South Africa. Not my problem, I don't live there. By the way, what kind of new car should I get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-385480244931079678?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/385480244931079678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=385480244931079678' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/385480244931079678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/385480244931079678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2011/09/radical.html' title='RADICAL'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J3f2bhMO9qI/TmGA_Ndx1KI/AAAAAAAAA6U/SwCxyBAh6Us/s72-c/AIDS%2Bgrave%2Bsite.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-5631428531892521947</id><published>2011-08-24T19:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T19:50:18.057-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Dress Code</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jlrc5H5XOqs/TlWOBx4c5WI/AAAAAAAAA6M/-6Byedc8lHA/s1600/Susan%2Bgroom.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jlrc5H5XOqs/TlWOBx4c5WI/AAAAAAAAA6M/-6Byedc8lHA/s320/Susan%2Bgroom.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644573869199910242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Scripture: &lt;i&gt;“Rather, clothe yourselves with the Lord Jesus Christ, and do not think about how to gratify the desires of the sinful nature.” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Romans 13:14 NIV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;Amos has no dress code! That I am sure of! I can spend hours grooming him and as soon as I turn him loose in the paddock he will go a few steps, drop his head looking for some nice loose dirt and roll! Not once but several times.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He then turns, looks at me with his now dirty face and I think I see a slight smile.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I even believed he winked at me once, the stinker.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He really doesn’t care how he looks.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Actually the rolling in the dirt gives him a layer of “protection” from bugs and those little critters that want to bite him. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;God has a dress code for you and I. No, I am not referring to clothing items such as dresses, pants or shirts.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will say that in that sense modesty and proper attire are appropriate.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, I am referring to the dress code above.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We should “clothe yourselves with the Lord Jesus Christ …” and Romans 13 give us a good idea what that is all about.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Take time to at least read that chapter today if you can.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you do, and follow those guidelines, you will keep the dirt, bugs and little critters out of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Prayer Thought:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lord, help me to keep Satan from bugging me today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/6273380153597715864-5631428531892521947?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5631428531892521947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=5631428531892521947' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/5631428531892521947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/5631428531892521947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2011/08/gods-dress-code.html' title='God&apos;s Dress Code'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jlrc5H5XOqs/TlWOBx4c5WI/AAAAAAAAA6M/-6Byedc8lHA/s72-c/Susan%2Bgroom.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-2208642025308557406</id><published>2011-07-25T06:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T16:23:09.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss my Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gAIqr3RcNic/Ti1IDMZVE4I/AAAAAAAAA6E/VfFOdfsufuo/s1600/Family%2BPark%2BManistee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 187px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gAIqr3RcNic/Ti1IDMZVE4I/AAAAAAAAA6E/VfFOdfsufuo/s320/Family%2BPark%2BManistee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633237928614630274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was 37 when my father passed away. That was 31 years ago. I still remember him as a very precious father. He never said verbally " I love you." but he loved his children very much. I would have liked to have heard that once in awhile, but I never doubted he loved me for a moment. His "actions spoke louder than words".  He provided for needs and even a few wants - smile.  He was a great mechanic and an even greater electrician. I don't think there was a mechanical situation he could not solve. We always had bikes, go-carts and mini-bikes tearing up the farm property. He would let us at age 10 drive the tractor on the road to the swimming hole about a mile and a half away. Unsupervised! We were good swimmers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember family altar time and Bible Devotions. Mom &amp;amp; dad were both involved with that. God's word has always been a critical part of our heritage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dads, how are you Doing? Praying For all of you out there. Thinking of one particular "DAD" right now that has three boys under the age of 8 and now suddenly two young girls that are living with their family  as well. God, bless this family as they endeavor to raise 5 children now. Help dad to be a great dad to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above is our family in the summer of 1946. Mom was in a TB sanitarium at the time. Had been for about a year. I am the one next to my sister. Yep dad, you were the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-2208642025308557406?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2208642025308557406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=2208642025308557406' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/2208642025308557406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/2208642025308557406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2011/07/miss-my-dad.html' title='Miss my Dad'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gAIqr3RcNic/Ti1IDMZVE4I/AAAAAAAAA6E/VfFOdfsufuo/s72-c/Family%2BPark%2BManistee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-6600099583963568266</id><published>2011-07-04T19:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T19:18:04.205-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey! I'm talking to you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FW9J3xrmivU/ThJJrS4ah_I/AAAAAAAAA58/Q7y-QkgVnHw/s1600/both%2Btrail%2Bc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FW9J3xrmivU/ThJJrS4ah_I/AAAAAAAAA58/Q7y-QkgVnHw/s320/both%2Btrail%2Bc.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625639892690831346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;"&gt;Scripture: &lt;i&gt;“Hear, my children, the instruction of a father, and give attention to know understanding;” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;"&gt;Proverbs 4:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h1&gt;Attention&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;One of the things about Amos that can frustrate me is when he doesn’t pay attention.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He thinks I don’t know that he is not paying attention - but I know.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Amos has one flaw, or maybe it’s an attribute, but his ears tell me if he is paying attention. If his ears are aimed in my direction then I know he is paying attention to me and is looking for me to give him some direction. Sometimes when we are out for a ride he gets bored, he quits paying attention.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If he is in familiar territory he tends to relax and get comfortable and not pay attention to me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He doesn’t depend upon me for his cues.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He just feels comfortable.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If he is not paying attention, and something startles him then we could end up in an uncontrollable situation.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I notice he is not paying attention to his surroundings, or me, I tighten up on the reins slightly or move in the saddle and his ears will quickly tell me he is now focused on me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;"&gt;Christ wants our undivided attention.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Especially when we are in “familiar territory”.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When life’s circumstances seem to be going well we tend not to pay attention. We go about our “routine”. Sometimes we get so preoccupied that we miss His cues. Throughout the day I need to learn to focus on Him, even when life is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;"&gt;Prayer Thought: Today may be a routine day, but I am going to stay focused on my Savior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-6600099583963568266?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6600099583963568266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=6600099583963568266' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/6600099583963568266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/6600099583963568266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2011/07/scripture-hear-my-children-instruction.html' title='Hey! I&apos;m talking to you!'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FW9J3xrmivU/ThJJrS4ah_I/AAAAAAAAA58/Q7y-QkgVnHw/s72-c/both%2Btrail%2Bc.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-8558377875815856823</id><published>2011-06-30T10:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T10:56:15.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TRAPPED !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aQHTAUF4ig8/TgyOP6N50LI/AAAAAAAAA50/o2mapkYGmu0/s1600/Trailer%2BJim%2Bcrop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aQHTAUF4ig8/TgyOP6N50LI/AAAAAAAAA50/o2mapkYGmu0/s320/Trailer%2BJim%2Bcrop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624026438655660210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Scripture: &lt;i&gt;“There is no fear in love; but perfect love casts out fear, because fear involves torment. But he who fears has not been made perfect in love.” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:normal"&gt;I John 4:18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center"&gt;Trapped&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;One of the horses’ biggest fears is being trapped with no way out. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The horses’ design by God to get out of a trouble spot is to flee. If a horse is confined or in a place where it feels trapped, watch out, the horse will fight.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fear at that time can overwhelm a horse to the point that it will struggle to even the point of death. The horse will risk life itself to escape, after all when trapped the horse thinks it is going to die anyway. This is a major genetic feature of the horse and yet man can develop a level of trust with a horse to overcome even this fear.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Amos trusts me, he has learned through our relationship that he can be put in a confining situation such as a trailer, a stall, or even cover his head, and no harm will come to him. He is willing to succumb to my control and trust me. He is an amazing animal to be willing to go against his instincts to trust me that much.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Do you ever feel trapped, confined? Do you feel like you are in a place you can’t get out of? Maybe you haven’t totally learned to trust Jesus. Give your total love and trust to Jesus and he will help you cast out your fears. He loves us and wants to help us through those difficult situations. Seek for Him today. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Prayer Thought: As I go through this day of my life, help me to trust you more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-8558377875815856823?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8558377875815856823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=8558377875815856823' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/8558377875815856823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/8558377875815856823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2011/06/trapped.html' title='TRAPPED !!'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aQHTAUF4ig8/TgyOP6N50LI/AAAAAAAAA50/o2mapkYGmu0/s72-c/Trailer%2BJim%2Bcrop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-8239795931490294599</id><published>2011-06-20T17:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T17:19:18.985-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ARE YOU POOR?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YDockEqHpu4/Tf-5RZG0o6I/AAAAAAAAA5s/Z6R-MwCj4FI/s1600/trailer%2Bcrp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YDockEqHpu4/Tf-5RZG0o6I/AAAAAAAAA5s/Z6R-MwCj4FI/s320/trailer%2Bcrp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620414568430085026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Scripture: &lt;i&gt;“So when Jesus heard these things, He said to him, ‘ you still lack one thing. Sell all that you have and distribute to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven; and come, follow Me.” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:normal"&gt;Luke 18:22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center"&gt;Poor&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;Earthly possessions are something that we tend to measure the value of our lives by. I guess Amos’ value is less; he has no earthly possessions, nothing. Even the shoes that are on his feet are not his in the strictest sense because I can take those. I have a nice saddle for him, nice blanket and other tack as well.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But none of it belongs to Amos. Now when I tack him up to go trail riding he looks sharp.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I admit that on a ride I want him to look his best. However, when we get all done for the day and I take all that equipment and put it up, he is only left with his shoes. Funny, he seems glad to be turned lose in his paddock. He doesn’t seem concerned at all with all the “stuff” I had on him. Ownership of stuff means nothing to Amos.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Me, well I want that stuff for Amos. But it is just stuff. Amos is content with no stuff and I guess I need to work on that attitude for me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;The scripture above is a true warning to us.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When the ruler asked Jesus “what shall I do to inherit eternal like?” he was not pleased with the answer. His possessions were many and he measured success by what he owned.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We need to make sure that our possessions do not stand between us and are search for eternal life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our possessions, all of them, must belong to God. If what we own belongs to God then He wants us to use them to fulfill His purpose for our lives. We need to be willing, like Amos to be able to walk away from them if God asks us to.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Prayer Thought: Lord, help me to look in my heart today and make sure all that I have belongs to you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-8239795931490294599?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8239795931490294599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=8239795931490294599' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/8239795931490294599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/8239795931490294599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2011/06/are-you-poor.html' title='ARE YOU POOR?'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YDockEqHpu4/Tf-5RZG0o6I/AAAAAAAAA5s/Z6R-MwCj4FI/s72-c/trailer%2Bcrp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-1569031673845362200</id><published>2011-06-09T06:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T07:05:24.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WISDOM = The ability to choose - How are you doing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UfceEAefsSs/TfCobdVxPII/AAAAAAAAA5k/rk0CECwCTGI/s1600/2388%2B7-28-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UfceEAefsSs/TfCobdVxPII/AAAAAAAAA5k/rk0CECwCTGI/s320/2388%2B7-28-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616173925016878210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face  {font-family:"Times New Roman";  panose-1:0 2 2 6 3 5 4 5 2 3;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:50331648 0 0 0 1 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:Times;} p.MsoBodyText, li.MsoBodyText, div.MsoBodyText  {margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  text-align:justify;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:Times;} table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-parent:"";  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Scripture: &lt;i&gt;Happy is the man who finds wisdom, and the man who gains understanding.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:normal"&gt; Proverbs 3:13 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center"&gt;Wisdom&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;One of the things that God did not create in a horse is the ability to use wisdom.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I suspect that was intentional.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would probably never be able to catch Amos and ride him if he was able to reason and use judgment to figure out what life was going to bring him. Amos does not make his decisions by applying the knowledge and experience of the past and then evaluating all that information. He does remember and responds accordingly. His memory is simple, if it was good I will comply, if not, I’m out of here – if I can get away.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;God has created us with a great gift. We have the ability to weigh our knowledge, experience, and make sensible decisions and judgments. We accumulate this knowledge and experience and can “catalog” the information to evaluate later. I hope I am doing that well.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am sure at times my Savior looks at me and says as we are walking; “what in the world are you doing?”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hopefully He will get my attention so that I make a wise decision.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have found out that what is critical in our relationship is not to wait for the Lord to come and give me wisdom but to seek after it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I must do this as I walk with Him each day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-fareast-language:EN-USfont-family:Times;font-size:12.0pt;"  &gt;Prayer Thought:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let me today make wise decisions and help me to seek your guidance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-1569031673845362200?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1569031673845362200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=1569031673845362200' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/1569031673845362200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/1569031673845362200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2011/06/scripture-happy-is-man-who-finds-wisdom.html' title='WISDOM = The ability to choose - How are you doing?'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UfceEAefsSs/TfCobdVxPII/AAAAAAAAA5k/rk0CECwCTGI/s72-c/2388%2B7-28-10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-440263786893236097</id><published>2011-06-03T06:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T06:49:51.059-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Class of 1961 - 100th Reunion plans 2061</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oCJllxW5dSg/Tei55kG15zI/AAAAAAAAA5c/idkXT8Im0Oo/s1600/urn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oCJllxW5dSg/Tei55kG15zI/AAAAAAAAA5c/idkXT8Im0Oo/s320/urn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613941334113380146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY High School class of 1961 just last weekend celebrated their 50th reunion. What a great time we had. There were 14 of us there. We had a total of 18 graduate in our class, two have passed on and two could not make it.  That really was a very good turn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans are now underway for a 100th class reunion in 2061.  I will be the age of 117. Most likely not alive. May be, but very doubtful.  Therefore we are hoping to somehow make arrangements for one of our grand children or great grandchildren to bring our "urns" to a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all agreed to be cremated so that we can all attend. We are thinking of what kind of things we can do at the party. Any suggestions?  We will see who has the most creative urn and also which urn came the longest distance.   Either way it should be fun.   You are all invited. BE sure to RSVP by 2060.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-440263786893236097?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/440263786893236097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=440263786893236097' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/440263786893236097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/440263786893236097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2011/06/class-of-1961-100th-reunion-plans-2061.html' title='Class of 1961 - 100th Reunion plans 2061'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oCJllxW5dSg/Tei55kG15zI/AAAAAAAAA5c/idkXT8Im0Oo/s72-c/urn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-887613369475715180</id><published>2011-05-25T06:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T07:02:47.601-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Class of 1961 - 50th Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eBrfMFbk09I/TdzdSMaRAGI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/SlC42cTP2uU/s1600/Jim%2B1965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 244px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eBrfMFbk09I/TdzdSMaRAGI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/SlC42cTP2uU/s320/Jim%2B1965.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610602540435570786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I graduated in 1961 from Buckley High School, Buckley, MI. The picture here was taken in 1965 at my wedding but it does show me in my youth. Times have changed. So have I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In two days, Friday the 27th, I head back to Buckley for our class 50th reunion. There were 18 in our graduating class. Two have passed away. Out of the 16 remaining, 14 will make a showing at the reunion activities. Friday night we are all having dinner together. On Saturday evening we have the annual school alumni dinner - a small school so it is open for all classes - a very special time.   On Sunday we will have a worship service for our class &amp;amp; friends at 11am. I am in charge of that service and will be doing the speaking/devotional.  After the service, about noon, we will have a carry-in picnic lunch.  The service and lunch will be at an open pavilion in a  small community park, very informal.  My message Sunday morning will be about "Choices".  Humm, same as the theme for my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of our age, all through life we will be faced with making choices. what "drives" you in making your choices/ Are your choices "self-centered" or are they Christ focused?  Stop by Sunday morning and find out what mine are driven by - besides I need someone to help me with a "demonstration" sunday morning at 11am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless - have a great Memorial Day weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-887613369475715180?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/887613369475715180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=887613369475715180' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/887613369475715180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/887613369475715180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2011/05/class-of-1961-50th-reunion.html' title='Class of 1961 - 50th Reunion'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eBrfMFbk09I/TdzdSMaRAGI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/SlC42cTP2uU/s72-c/Jim%2B1965.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-157023978242344938</id><published>2011-05-14T17:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T17:34:12.897-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Uphill Battle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1w13_wv7vDU/Tc705kZoSwI/AAAAAAAAA5I/H0pncZWT_vI/s1600/Jim%2BAMos1009a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1w13_wv7vDU/Tc705kZoSwI/AAAAAAAAA5I/H0pncZWT_vI/s320/Jim%2BAMos1009a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606687855983741698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;"&gt;Scripture: &lt;i&gt;“I will lift up my eyes to the hills, from whence comes my help?” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;Psalm 121:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;"&gt;Hills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;"&gt;Where I take Amos trail riding there are a few hills and small streams to cross. There are not a lot of hills but a few that are more strenuous than just riding the level trails. Because of the hills and the long winding trail I do my best to make sure Amos is in shape for that kind of ride. It would be cruel of me to knowingly take Amos on a trail ride that he is not physically fit for. He needs to be in top shape when we load up in the trailer and head for the hills. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;"&gt;The verse above kind of confuses me a little.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However I think I understand it. The hills in life give us strength for the valleys. Having been conditioned by studying His word, asking Him for His guidance each day, having a daily devotional time, and worshiping regularly; all these give me strength to handle the hills and valley’s of life. It would be nice if our life was always on a level field with no ups or downs, but that’s not how life treats us. Thankfully our Savior has no intention of sending us through life unprepared.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But we have to do our part to prepare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;"&gt;Prayer Thought: Prepare me for this day and keep me focused on where you want to take me&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-157023978242344938?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/157023978242344938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=157023978242344938' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/157023978242344938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/157023978242344938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2011/05/uphill-battle.html' title='An Uphill Battle!'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1w13_wv7vDU/Tc705kZoSwI/AAAAAAAAA5I/H0pncZWT_vI/s72-c/Jim%2BAMos1009a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-8761747400219591116</id><published>2011-05-09T19:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T19:32:44.825-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rescued!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UQYXEEpWlp0/Tch2OpXXh7I/AAAAAAAAA5A/7CaZdG7wJ1Y/s1600/Horse%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UQYXEEpWlp0/Tch2OpXXh7I/AAAAAAAAA5A/7CaZdG7wJ1Y/s320/Horse%2B3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604859730256693170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6Oh8FaBMXI/Tch2BiK5K4I/AAAAAAAAA44/CnryagJKr4U/s1600/Horse%2B1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6Oh8FaBMXI/Tch2BiK5K4I/AAAAAAAAA44/CnryagJKr4U/s320/Horse%2B1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604859504987024258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two pictures above are the same horse, Cookie, which I have had the privledge of riding. The picture below is Cookie before she was "rescued".  Believe it or not she had a foal in that condition. The foal did not survive.  How cruel for a horse to be treated that way.  Yet when she was taken To Beauty's Haven, an Equine Rescue farm in Florida, Cookie recovered quickly because staff cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people coming across our path that need to be rescued.  You and I may become the "rescuer".  Are you watching for that? It may be a kind word, it may be a helping hand or maybe just a smile. Are you turning away or will you be looking?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-8761747400219591116?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8761747400219591116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=8761747400219591116' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/8761747400219591116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/8761747400219591116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2011/05/rescued.html' title='Rescued!'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UQYXEEpWlp0/Tch2OpXXh7I/AAAAAAAAA5A/7CaZdG7wJ1Y/s72-c/Horse%2B3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-3010443971596170762</id><published>2011-04-24T17:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T18:03:40.868-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Will miss my friend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dr_kCykXdu4/TbSbrBCCafI/AAAAAAAAA4w/9Al2mvhHBb4/s1600/Amos%2Bwoods4crp2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dr_kCykXdu4/TbSbrBCCafI/AAAAAAAAA4w/9Al2mvhHBb4/s320/Amos%2Bwoods4crp2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599271400042031602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amos died last week from a series of sudden medical issues. I will miss that horse - he was a great horse and a friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan, who owned Amos will miss him as well. Thank you Susan for letting me ride Amos as often as I liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture shows something that most horse people would pick up on. What is Amos paying attention to? Many would say the photographer, which would be only partially true. Look at his left ear. That ear is focused on me - he is aware that he has to pay attention to me as well - his mind can do both - that is amazing for a horse. If you notice at the time the picture was taken I had just slightly snugged up the lines and got his attention.  He was always very aware of me on his back, he never took that for granted. Amos was a great horse - even if others were riding him, if he could see me, he would put a major part of his attention on me. That was a problem in an arena! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amos, will miss you old buddy. Hope we get to ride again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-3010443971596170762?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3010443971596170762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=3010443971596170762' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/3010443971596170762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/3010443971596170762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2011/04/will-miss-my-friend.html' title='Will miss my friend!'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dr_kCykXdu4/TbSbrBCCafI/AAAAAAAAA4w/9Al2mvhHBb4/s72-c/Amos%2Bwoods4crp2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-7079600501711408369</id><published>2011-04-22T16:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:53:21.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A neat find!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JqGBtl-C010/TbHlfICQJUI/AAAAAAAAA4o/wnaxOPv-CGU/s1600/mercury_dime_values.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 143px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JqGBtl-C010/TbHlfICQJUI/AAAAAAAAA4o/wnaxOPv-CGU/s320/mercury_dime_values.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598508134693872962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday my son Jeff and I went "treasure hunting". He has metal detector so we picked out a few spots where we might find something.  We found an old bronze lock, some arcade tokens, several pennies and some other change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, our best find for the day was a dime similar to this one. This one is a 1936, the one we found was a 1925 "Mercury" dime minted from the Denver Mint. It is in good shape, not very worn which is nice. Its value is worth more than the original 10 cents. May be worth 5 to 10 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the metal detector started "pinging" we started to think maybe its just another penny but it was not.  It was "deep" (6 inches or more) which always gets you excited as you know its been there awhile. The unanswerable question is how long has the coin laid there with people just walking over it? Buried as deep as it was, probably many years, maybe as many as 75 years or more. Now the dime has a new life and will be viewed by many, in fact yesterday we showed our find to many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully you and I are using our worth that God has given to each of us to serve him. He does not want us to hide or not be of service to others.  Easter Sunday is just a day or two ahead of us. But today is Good Friday. Today we recognize Christ being crucified and buried. Fortunately He is Risen! Make this Easter season a time of renewal to him and serve him with great Joy. And be sure to tell others about your great find!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-7079600501711408369?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7079600501711408369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=7079600501711408369' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/7079600501711408369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/7079600501711408369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2011/04/neat-find.html' title='A neat find!'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JqGBtl-C010/TbHlfICQJUI/AAAAAAAAA4o/wnaxOPv-CGU/s72-c/mercury_dime_values.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-6937824052771439250</id><published>2011-04-15T06:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T07:06:21.314-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"See you Later!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JdkIyVkKZkQ/Taght3XhLcI/AAAAAAAAA4g/xXw9Qa5zsBk/s1600/Family%2BPark%2BManistee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 187px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JdkIyVkKZkQ/Taght3XhLcI/AAAAAAAAA4g/xXw9Qa5zsBk/s320/Family%2BPark%2BManistee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595759608848264642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is an old family photo - a very special photo. On the far left is my sister Joanne, me at the age of about 3 standing on her lap, my older brother Ed with the Navy cap, my dad standing holding my younger brother Al. All in the picture are still alive except for my dad. The picture was taken about 1946.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Wednesday I got to see my sister - perhaps for the last time on earth. She is in a hospital in Louisville, KY fighting physical issues that just may take her life. Just before I left the hospital I prayed with her and wept, we both wept. As I left the room she stated, "see you later!"  I am counting on that sis!&lt;br /&gt;You see, in this picture she is really serving as my "mom".  She was about 14 in this picture, had quit school and for a couple of years took care of me as my "mom".  My actual mom was in a Tuberculosis Sanitarium fighting for her life. She was in the TB Sanitarium for a total time of about 4 years - and survived.  But Joanne was my "Mom" from 1946 - 1948.  As a result there has always been a special bond.  By the way, she did go back to school and graduated, we even eventually rode the bus together for awhile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pray for her and her family. Now its her life that is in the balance. Either way, see you later sis!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-6937824052771439250?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6937824052771439250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=6937824052771439250' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/6937824052771439250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/6937824052771439250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2011/04/see-you-later.html' title='&quot;See you Later!&quot;'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JdkIyVkKZkQ/Taght3XhLcI/AAAAAAAAA4g/xXw9Qa5zsBk/s72-c/Family%2BPark%2BManistee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-864571257570994354</id><published>2011-04-04T06:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T06:52:56.651-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A real Pain!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VK7FtBf2XMY/TZmisGncYXI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/p8PK_r2DwIE/s1600/1914%2B7-28-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VK7FtBf2XMY/TZmisGncYXI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/p8PK_r2DwIE/s320/1914%2B7-28-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591679290931175794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;style&gt;@font-face {   font-family: "Times New Roman"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Times; }h1 { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center; page-break-after: avoid; font-size: 14pt; font-family: Times; font-weight: normal; }p.MsoBodyText, li.MsoBodyText, div.MsoBodyText { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Times; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }&lt;/style&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Scripture: &lt;i&gt;”And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying, There shall be no more pain for the former things have passed away.” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Revelation 21:4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h1&gt;Pain&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;When I cause pain to Amos, chances are I am going to get unwanted behavior and most of the time not the behavior I intended. If I put pressure on the bit in his mouth and that causes pain, how do you think he acts when I try to put the bit in his mouth the next time? He remembers all too well that the bit causes him pain and the struggle begins. Pain is not only irritating to the horse it will likely create fear as well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Putting it simple, pain is a distracter from what you really are trying to accomplish. In my partnership with Amos I try not to bring pain into the picture at all during training. Chances are that anything that is bringing out an incorrect response from Amos is probably the fault of the trainer – me. Why should I inflict pain on Amos when what went wrong was probably my fault?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;My relationship with others should be as pain free as possible. If I say things that are painful to others I will very likely cause a barrier to our relationship and communication. I am afraid that when I cause pain to others, just like Amos, it is probably more my fault than the person I inflicted the pain on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;An abusive parent who causes severe physical pain to a child will scar that child emotionally and possibly physically for life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;If you are the victim of a painful past or even now experiencing pain, remember Christ has a better life in store for you. Turn to Him, seek His counsel and also seek the counsel of others that can help you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Prayer Thought: Lord, give me wisdom today and do not allow me to inflict any pain in my relationships.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-864571257570994354?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/864571257570994354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=864571257570994354' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/864571257570994354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/864571257570994354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2011/04/real-pain.html' title='A real Pain!'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VK7FtBf2XMY/TZmisGncYXI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/p8PK_r2DwIE/s72-c/1914%2B7-28-10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-8857699926570268747</id><published>2011-03-26T20:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T06:55:05.788-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Being at your Best!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bA4KUU9CEZY/TY6LxdsDLjI/AAAAAAAAA4I/rba8Uxv9v3c/s1600/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bA4KUU9CEZY/TY6LxdsDLjI/AAAAAAAAA4I/rba8Uxv9v3c/s320/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588557869512601138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt;@font-face {   font-family: "Times New Roman"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Times; }p.MsoBodyText, li.MsoBodyText, div.MsoBodyText { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Times; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }&lt;/style&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;Scripture: &lt;i&gt;“As for me, I will see your face in righteousness; I shall be satisfied when I awake in Your likeness.” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;Psalm 17:15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;Satisfied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;Amos is a good performer. I am very satisfied with what he can do. There are some things that we could work on however.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He has a tendency to lift his head when I try to put his bridle on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I anticipate with time and training we can get beyond that quite easily. I am short in stature so when he lifts his head putting the bridle on is very difficult. I want to also work on his “go” and “whoa”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to make sure when I want him to stop and give him the cue to stop that he does just that. On the other hand, when I cue him up to step up I want him to move. Most of my issues with Amos are “fine tuning” issues and we can accomplish those improvements with ground training.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Every so often I will work with Amos to make sure those trail horse traits I want are right where I want them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;As a Christian I will be satisfied with my spiritual growth when I “awake” in His likeness. That is quite a challenge for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In other words I need to keep at it. I haven’t “arrived” yet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I must stay in His word, pray and keep up a good devotional life. As I go through each day I must be conscious of a need to keep working to be more like Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;Prayer Thought: Lets see, what area’s of my life need “fine tuning” today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-8857699926570268747?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8857699926570268747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=8857699926570268747' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/8857699926570268747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/8857699926570268747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2011/03/font-face-font-family-times-new-roman-p.html' title='Being at your Best!'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bA4KUU9CEZY/TY6LxdsDLjI/AAAAAAAAA4I/rba8Uxv9v3c/s72-c/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-4479955676243877430</id><published>2011-03-16T21:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T21:36:38.405-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My sweet grandchild!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a1adMGacYUQ/TYFiMssfXoI/AAAAAAAAA34/23QAKHC5Yjo/s1600/My%2Bcandy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a1adMGacYUQ/TYFiMssfXoI/AAAAAAAAA34/23QAKHC5Yjo/s320/My%2Bcandy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584852983211843202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now this picture is of my "sweet" grand daughter Sara! I sure do love Sara.  She is precious. However, she is "fitting in" to her family with her other 2 siblings just fine. She is the youngest and I was concerned that maybe with being adopted, and wondering how quickly she would "adjust" into the family - NOT A PROBLEM! For her anyways - we had to adjust quick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture? An interesting situation for Papa! Want to guess what Papa did wrong? Oh my!  If I remember right, Sara had only been in  the family a few (couple?) of months and we took her to a parade, her first parade. Remember? They throw candy? Well I got into her "space" - she learned quickly that this was her space and I had crossed the line! Even mama, behind her, backed up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all (including Sara) had a great time and laugh over the parade - it was special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you do when someone gets in your space? We do set limits and have our lines drawn.  We learn to do that quickly.  Even as husband &amp;amp; wife, mama and I have to be careful with drawn lines.  I am learning to be flexible - it doesn't always have to go my way. Even though I am probably right!! (smile)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-4479955676243877430?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4479955676243877430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=4479955676243877430' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/4479955676243877430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/4479955676243877430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-sweet-grandchild.html' title='My sweet grandchild!'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a1adMGacYUQ/TYFiMssfXoI/AAAAAAAAA34/23QAKHC5Yjo/s72-c/My%2Bcandy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-7457098903752658965</id><published>2011-03-07T14:52:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T15:30:03.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cbyd7wxYbKo/TXU3zK_DT2I/AAAAAAAAA3w/uKKyePUjQdY/s1600/Sidney%2BJudy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cbyd7wxYbKo/TXU3zK_DT2I/AAAAAAAAA3w/uKKyePUjQdY/s320/Sidney%2BJudy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581428665457266530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today as I looked at this picture I wept. Do you ever lack faith? Do you ever just "assume" that God has enough to do and does not have time or resources to give you miracles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama and I prayed for our children before they were ever conceived. We prayed for them before we even met. We wanted God's blessings on our family and prayed that God would help us be the best parents possible when that day arrived. But we did not really pray much about grand children. Maybe that sounded too old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In October 1991 I prayed several prayers - we were in the midst of a MAJOR family crisis.  These were the major prayer requests I had in 1991.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) God please protect my daughter!&lt;br /&gt;2) Keep her healthy.&lt;br /&gt;3) Work a miracle in her education goals.&lt;br /&gt;4) Restore her spiritually to your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not go into the details of the crisis, those of you that want to know can call or talk to me anytime about that - I will share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had faith that God could answer any one of those requests, But had doubts that he would answer all four, after all, her being alive at this time was even to me a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now 2011 - almost 20 years later. Lets reflect on those prayer requests of mine.&lt;br /&gt;1) He did - she is doing fine - we were able to bring her home shortly after that prayer.&lt;br /&gt;2) She is now a 40 (almost) year old young woman, doing well!&lt;br /&gt;3) She went on and finished her RN education goals and is an RN at a major hospital.&lt;br /&gt;4) I can remember the night several months after my prayer that she went to an altar and recommitted her life to Christ - a wonderful Christian lady today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the picture above? Oh my, as I weep now I am ashamed. You see that baby is my grand daughter Sydney - who will be 10 this month! Grandma is holding her in that photo for the first time.  The picture was taken in 2001.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not pray for grand children - that wasn't even a remote possibility - I Had put God in a box.&lt;br /&gt;He has blessed us with 3 wonderful grand children!  Thank you God for going beyond my prayer expectations. Thank you.  He can and will do that for you if you trust him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-7457098903752658965?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7457098903752658965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=7457098903752658965' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/7457098903752658965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/7457098903752658965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2011/03/life-changes.html' title='Life Changes'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cbyd7wxYbKo/TXU3zK_DT2I/AAAAAAAAA3w/uKKyePUjQdY/s72-c/Sidney%2BJudy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-7241737392616618932</id><published>2011-02-28T21:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T21:42:01.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFyEvC253hg/TWxX9XRx0CI/AAAAAAAAA3o/edHfZ_0pxFk/s1600/CreekR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFyEvC253hg/TWxX9XRx0CI/AAAAAAAAA3o/edHfZ_0pxFk/s320/CreekR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578930750137421858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is an interesting photo - there is more going on here than what actually appears. Before you read any further take a moment to try and figure out what is really going on.  Hopefully you have taken that moment. The two horses in the picture are two beautiful Arabian trail horses - well behaved. Very special. The lady in the red jacket has 'loaned" me a horse to ride, I am taking the picture while sitting on that horse. It was only the 2nd time I had rode that horse. In fact I had not been riding horseback since about 1986 - 20 years earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day was important - can I still ride? I want to buy my own horse, should I? Am I enjoying this? I have Parkinson Disease should I be doing this? Lots of choices on my mind - what do I choose?  And, what about the problem at hand - how do I get across this stream - my horse says no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The horse I am on does not want to cross this stream. He can tell his rider is nervous - thats not good. I am really inexperienced at this - It has been probably 35 years since crossing my last stream on horseback. Now what?  I decided to try and relax, the stream was shallow, and I began talking softly, stroking the horses neck and he stepped into the water. The other two horses began to move out and my horse went on across the stream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What choices are you facing? Whats keeping you from moving forward? I decided after crossing that stream, yup I can do this.  This picture was taken in 2006. In the Spring of 2007 I found a horse and have been riding ever since.  Even though I sold my horse 3 years later, I still ride as often as I can in the summer months.  It was a good choice - no regrets.  Make your choices, talk with those who will give you good advice - and always pray about your choices.  God Bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-7241737392616618932?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7241737392616618932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=7241737392616618932' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/7241737392616618932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/7241737392616618932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2011/02/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFyEvC253hg/TWxX9XRx0CI/AAAAAAAAA3o/edHfZ_0pxFk/s72-c/CreekR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-7215699543011128861</id><published>2011-02-20T21:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T21:45:10.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer time - with your soul mate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OeDAA8szvWc/TWHNsW73x7I/AAAAAAAAA3g/gdluoxV7ZiE/s1600/papamama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OeDAA8szvWc/TWHNsW73x7I/AAAAAAAAA3g/gdluoxV7ZiE/s320/papamama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575963975616022450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my Soul Mate! My best friend, the lady I share my life with. She is one of a kind. Nobody puts up with my nonsense like mama does. She knows with out a doubt I love her. She is confident beyond any doubt that I love her very much and would give my life for her. We have been married for over 45 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, one of our most cherished moments is at night fall when we pray out loud together. Most times I pray first then she does. We both pray about some of the same things. Almost every time we both pray for those of you we know through blogging or facebook.  We both sometimes forget to pray for things but then usually the other reminds the other while they are praying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have become one - we are. Either one of us would be lost without the other.  But, we also know that God could take either one of us or both of us at any time. that is His decision. I hope that if I go I have taken care of things that mama can go on and not worry. That is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned prayer. To me prayer can be a measuring tool.  Husbands, do you pray out loud and openly with your wife? why not? Is it a macho thing? A "master" thing? Do you think it is being too submissive? I May be wrong, but I think your wife would cherish those moments. I know mama does.  As soon as I start to pray she snuggles close, clasps my hand and cherish these precious moments. Why not try it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-7215699543011128861?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7215699543011128861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=7215699543011128861' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/7215699543011128861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/7215699543011128861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2011/02/prayer-time-with-your-soul-mate.html' title='Prayer time - with your soul mate!'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OeDAA8szvWc/TWHNsW73x7I/AAAAAAAAA3g/gdluoxV7ZiE/s72-c/papamama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-5310795519178467396</id><published>2011-02-09T21:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T22:18:55.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin and Repentance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md6-7Le-fAw/TVNT_aO4dxI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/KW-W595LQxo/s1600/GirlPraying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md6-7Le-fAw/TVNT_aO4dxI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/KW-W595LQxo/s320/GirlPraying.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571889512826042130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like this picture. I see a very young lady who takes her praying seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard a story tonight of a man who went to the church altar to ask God to forgive him for stealing money from the business he worked at. Another man went up to pray with him and counsel him. As the man explained his problem to God and the counselor, the counselor asked him  how much he had taken. He stated I have stolen over $1500 dollars. That's a lot the counselor said. Here is what you need to do. God has forgiven you and now next year you only steal a 1000 dollars, the following year only 800 dollars until you finally get to where you are down to zero dollars.  That way you can withdraw from this problem slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we all agree that is not acceptable. The man needs to quit stealing immediately. If he does not, he needs to get with his boss and try to solve this problem. Continuing to steal is not the solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colossians chapter 3 is very strong about us not continuing in sin. This chapter is for Christians.&lt;br /&gt;Verse 5 tells us to put sin to death, not to sleep, or in a closet, but death.  If we have an area in our life, such as Pornography that has engulfed us, seek help immediately.  Stay away from it, flee from it, don't try to live close to it - flee. You can do that.  Mama and I will be praying for you because God wants you to live a victorious Christian life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-5310795519178467396?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5310795519178467396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=5310795519178467396' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/5310795519178467396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/5310795519178467396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2011/02/sin-and-repentance.html' title='Sin and Repentance'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md6-7Le-fAw/TVNT_aO4dxI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/KW-W595LQxo/s72-c/GirlPraying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-1645748906444763756</id><published>2011-02-07T07:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T08:09:48.907-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pornography! I am ticked off!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TU_ov_YcFzI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/H7c9-oAPfvU/s1600/Porcupines.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TU_ov_YcFzI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/H7c9-oAPfvU/s320/Porcupines.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570927175246026546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now this picture looks innocent enough. And is just fine, but its the beginning of a problem.  Those three little critters are baby porcupines. They will someday be nasty critters.  I have several horror stories about porcupines and have had a porcupine quill in my hand once - curiosity can be dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pornography is destroying our country. Don't ask me to define it, you know what it is. I am upset. Almost daily I have to delete a  posting to my blog that is pornographic. I have to block my blog and moderate all comments coming in.  So if you are one of those attempting to put garbage on my blog, it ain't happening. And its not funny. Its stupid and ignorant.  I delete it and report it to my account as SPAM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is another side to this coin. Pornography is destroying our homes and families. I am surprised and shocked how many of our "Christian" families within our churches deal with this issue. Whats going on folks? Don't we believe anymore that there is a thing called sin? Pornography is sin, if you mess around with it your going to hell - period.  Sounds rough? Well, I hate to burst your spiritual bubble and theology - but remember, God loves you and sent His Son to die on a cross to redeem you from your sins.  But, don't mock Him, He is also a God of wrath and you don't want to go there.  I think that pornography is one of those issues that God doesn't weep over, He gets very angry over this issue. You don't think so? Well, you need to read His word and may be read the results of King David and his life. His life ended in destruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying much today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-1645748906444763756?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1645748906444763756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=1645748906444763756' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/1645748906444763756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/1645748906444763756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2011/02/pornography-i-am-ticked-off.html' title='Pornography! I am ticked off!'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TU_ov_YcFzI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/H7c9-oAPfvU/s72-c/Porcupines.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-7045275434256036667</id><published>2011-01-31T07:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T07:50:49.034-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My apologies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TUarLz4pfvI/AAAAAAAAA3E/5_3joZKcc1g/s1600/jane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TUarLz4pfvI/AAAAAAAAA3E/5_3joZKcc1g/s320/jane.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568326208684916466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a new friend! Last night at church she asked me if I was Jim.  I said I was, and she said, " you are a funny man".  She had been following me on facebook. She is a friend on my facebook as I know her fiance'.  But, until last night we had never really spoke to each other. We attend the same church here in Florida. We have attended together at the same church for at least 2 months - we spoke to each other for the first time last night. We have even sat in the same pew on occasion - but never spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to use this blog post to apologize to her for not speaking sooner. You see, she is fairly new to the church here as far as I know and I had never spoke to her. I am embarrassed by that. I think I have missed getting to know a lady who has a desire to serve Christ and would like to be welcomed into our church family. The next opportunity I get I want to apologize to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many people we walk by in our lives that we have multiple contacts with that we could take the time to introduce ourselves? At church I have my "close" friends, we all do. But, of all places we should reach out and say hi, the church is that location.  Some just would like to be part of the family, others may really need a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, forgive me for ignoring this wonderful lady you created. Help me to do better to see those around me. Help me to speak and help me to see those that need a friend. Thank you for this new friend. Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-7045275434256036667?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7045275434256036667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=7045275434256036667' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/7045275434256036667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/7045275434256036667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-apologies.html' title='My apologies'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TUarLz4pfvI/AAAAAAAAA3E/5_3joZKcc1g/s72-c/jane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-8680797593701684358</id><published>2011-01-25T07:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T07:19:05.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The BIG "C"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TT68iuAXWlI/AAAAAAAAA28/LGJ7ZwfoRB0/s1600/P1000483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TT68iuAXWlI/AAAAAAAAA28/LGJ7ZwfoRB0/s320/P1000483.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566093494127647314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a picture of mama and her brother. Both have dealt with cancer.  Mama has been given a clear bill of health but her brother is in the fight of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama's cancer hit us in the Spring of 2010 when the phone call came that the biopsy was positive for cancer. Prayers began immediately, treatment plans were put together. By the end of August 2010, 33 radiation treatments later, she was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 3rd, this year her brother received the diagnosis brain tumors, very serious, and a major battle against this disease has begun. The fight is on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Big C - Well, the Big C is not cancer. The Big C is Christ.  He knows all about these issues, has a plan of action for each of us and is in charge.  Cancer will not win out over Christ. Christ may let cancer run its course but Christ decides that, not the cancer.  Mama and her brother have both put their lives in the hand of God and are willing to follow his plan. What a peace come over your soul when you know the "big C" is in charge.  God bless and why not make sure all of your plans are in Christs hands? If you are in the fight of your life, make sure the "Big C" is with you - He wants to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-8680797593701684358?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8680797593701684358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=8680797593701684358' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/8680797593701684358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/8680797593701684358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2011/01/big-c.html' title='The BIG &quot;C&quot;'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TT68iuAXWlI/AAAAAAAAA28/LGJ7ZwfoRB0/s72-c/P1000483.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-346484557204087508</id><published>2011-01-18T21:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T21:43:25.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Purpose?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TTZLF_2EXmI/AAAAAAAAA20/Giv6uOCQmqw/s1600/Ma%2BN%2BPa%2BLake2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TTZLF_2EXmI/AAAAAAAAA20/Giv6uOCQmqw/s320/Ma%2BN%2BPa%2BLake2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563716956072468066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This year has been a challenge so far. Mama and I are doing fine but Have been watching family after family seeing their lives change instantly - within seconds.  Several by the news of a medical report, some because of bad choices by themselves or those they love.  Our lives can change in an instant. I think we all admit that. The first thing we do is try to determine what course of action do I take now? How will this impact those around me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purpose - what is your purpose? What is mine? Is our purpose in concrete? Or, can it change? I think we have two basic purposes.&lt;br /&gt;1) We were created by God for God.  What we do with that is critical. He wants a personal relationship with each of us. He wants fellowship with us - there was not to be sin, we screwed that up.  The picture above is interesting. The lake behind is approximately 7,700 years Old - Crater Lake in Oregon. It has not changed much in 7,700 years. It is still there as I type this. Will not move to another State. I think it will always be there - God placed it there.  His purpose for man is still the same - to love Him.&lt;br /&gt;2) We were created to love and serve each other. How are we doing.  I am sitting next to mama in that picture, taken in 2008. We still sit next to each other - but probably not at Crater Lake again.  Tomorrow, one of us could be gone. Tomorrow we could have to make changes because the other is gone. I don't expect that to happen, but it is changing almost that fast for some of you I know.  But it does not change purpose 1 or 2.  But it may go another direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying That as you read this you renew your purpose to God and to those around you. Be always ready to serve - but be aware, how you do that may sometimes require change. So lets grab tomorrow and serve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-346484557204087508?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/346484557204087508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=346484557204087508' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/346484557204087508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/346484557204087508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2011/01/purpose.html' title='Purpose?'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TTZLF_2EXmI/AAAAAAAAA20/Giv6uOCQmqw/s72-c/Ma%2BN%2BPa%2BLake2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-7584859158751548106</id><published>2011-01-12T08:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T09:09:18.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TS2yxBooGQI/AAAAAAAAA2s/iP7PTxRDYl0/s1600/friends%2Bon%2Bline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 315px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TS2yxBooGQI/AAAAAAAAA2s/iP7PTxRDYl0/s320/friends%2Bon%2Bline.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561297670194600194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been blogging now since the summer of 2006. I look back now and I am over whelmed at the friendships mama and I have made on-line. What a blessing!  We have met people from around the world on-line.  We have been to your homes, met for lunch, dinner dates and attended worship services with you. Wow! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have trusted us with your homes, around your children and treated us like family - thank you.  I remember one very special family we met on line that we drove several hundred miles to meet. We called on our cell phone for final directions, we were about an hour early.  They were not home but told us to go on in the house, they would be there shortly!  We got there, a note on the door telling us what bedroom was ours for the over night visit and to go right in.  We had never met, yet they trusted us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you have asked mama and I for "advice" and/or "counsel".  We are humbled by that. You are like family to us. Thanks for letting us as "strangers" to be a part of your lives. We love you and covet your prayers.  May God bless you as you begin 2011. Remember to keep Christ focused - and if HE is not your best friend, remember that is why He created you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-7584859158751548106?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7584859158751548106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=7584859158751548106' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/7584859158751548106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/7584859158751548106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2011/01/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TS2yxBooGQI/AAAAAAAAA2s/iP7PTxRDYl0/s72-c/friends%2Bon%2Bline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-6057988369240057271</id><published>2011-01-06T08:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T08:32:44.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What are you doing with today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TSXCwFijMtI/AAAAAAAAA2k/Q2v9Fnx7VCU/s1600/P1000483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TSXCwFijMtI/AAAAAAAAA2k/Q2v9Fnx7VCU/s320/P1000483.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559063446435345106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is mama with her brother at Thanksgiving time. We had a great time with family. We talked about his bid for State Rep where he lives - didn't quite make it but sure tried hard!  Family chatted had fun - and no fights, but did argue some politics! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her brother flew with his wife to see their grand kids in Texas over the Christmas holidays. Had a blast and got home late New Years day.  Life was sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was told he has three brain tumors, get things in order, has a difficult road ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-6057988369240057271?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6057988369240057271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=6057988369240057271' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/6057988369240057271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/6057988369240057271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-are-you-doing-with-today.html' title='What are you doing with today?'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TSXCwFijMtI/AAAAAAAAA2k/Q2v9Fnx7VCU/s72-c/P1000483.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-5123389058164070607</id><published>2011-01-01T19:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T19:29:03.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a great New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TR_EBSnMx_I/AAAAAAAAA2c/C9C76-y18K0/s1600/P1000367_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TR_EBSnMx_I/AAAAAAAAA2c/C9C76-y18K0/s320/P1000367_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557375991653648370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today mama and I start a new year together. 2010 had some moments when we were not as confident about what 2011 would hold for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, January 1st, the year starts out with a great start. Our health is good and our relationship is strong as well.  We love each other with a stronger commitment to each other than 2010.  What I share next, to me is important - especially for husbands and fathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think as men we take the important relationships for granted.  We love our wives and we love our children - but we need to be aggressive and show that. Here are some suggestion guys for 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Smile at your wife and say I love you when you walk by her.&lt;br /&gt;2) Come behind her and hug her. Kiss her neck.&lt;br /&gt;3) Slip your hand in hers when she is not expecting it - like in a parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;4) We "snuggle" in church (sorry if that distracts those of you behind us).&lt;br /&gt;5) Put a love note under her pillow occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about your kids? No matter the age, let them know in 2011 you love them and show it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed 2011!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-5123389058164070607?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5123389058164070607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=5123389058164070607' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/5123389058164070607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/5123389058164070607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2011/01/have-great-new-year.html' title='Have a great New Year!'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TR_EBSnMx_I/AAAAAAAAA2c/C9C76-y18K0/s72-c/P1000367_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-1180150196685798792</id><published>2010-12-24T16:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T16:57:06.628-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas from Mama &amp; Papa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TRUUU4jDJEI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/sNFRCvT772M/s1600/P1000501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TRUUU4jDJEI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/sNFRCvT772M/s320/P1000501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554368064440706114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mama and I want to take this time to wish you a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. We have had a tough year in 2010 in some ways and yet our Savior has been there to help us through the rough spots.  We are doing fine now and looking forward to 2011.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our prayer for 2011 is that we will be His servants and that He can use us and that our hearts and minds will be obedient.  Pray for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of our concern for 2011 is health concerns. We are both doing "fine" but we are approaching our 70's very quickly.  I struggle with some moderate affects of Parkinson disease but refuse to let it slow me down anymore than I have to. But I am also learning my limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama has been my partner now for 45 years.  We are halfway to our goal of 90 years together - we think we can make it.  So, In 45 years, 2056 lets have a big party if we make it - okay??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless !! And again, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-1180150196685798792?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1180150196685798792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=1180150196685798792' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/1180150196685798792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/1180150196685798792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas-from-mama-papa.html' title='Merry Christmas from Mama &amp; Papa!'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TRUUU4jDJEI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/sNFRCvT772M/s72-c/P1000501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-2087010526189457622</id><published>2010-12-18T18:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T18:40:39.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TQ1C13lG8KI/AAAAAAAAA2I/dwkO3VJe5LY/s1600/santafrosty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TQ1C13lG8KI/AAAAAAAAA2I/dwkO3VJe5LY/s320/santafrosty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552167408837783714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas! What do you think? Is Frosty the Snowman and Santa Claus a real part of Christmas? Is there room in this holiday season for them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of good questions to ponder. Do they really fit and if so - how??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they do. If somehow they were removed from Christmas I think we would lose some of our Christmas festive spirit. It is a part of the season. If Christ were walking around, in the flesh, I think He would want to help us spread good will and cheer through the season. I think He would decorate, I think He would have a tree.  I think He might even  sit on Santa's lap and encourage Santa. Maybe I am wrong, but its my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas priority is the Christ child and the activities surrounding that.  But if your moaning and groaning over the other aspects of Christmas and not spreading good will and cheer - you are closer to the Scrooge side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curious, if I am wrong, and that Christmas should strictly be about the birth of our Savior, born on December 25, 0000, tell me, how did they celebrate Christmas on December 25, 0001 ? I would like to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-2087010526189457622?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2087010526189457622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=2087010526189457622' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/2087010526189457622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/2087010526189457622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/12/ho-ho-ho-merry-christmas.html' title='Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas!!'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TQ1C13lG8KI/AAAAAAAAA2I/dwkO3VJe5LY/s72-c/santafrosty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-7312229342959899860</id><published>2010-12-11T08:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T09:10:28.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TQOD7y2PW6I/AAAAAAAAA2A/eRSqZgqzYck/s1600/christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TQOD7y2PW6I/AAAAAAAAA2A/eRSqZgqzYck/s320/christmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549424229135375266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas everyone! I know, we still have two weeks until Christmas. I hope that the next two weeks will find you smiling and getting excited about the Christmas Holidays. That means no complaining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to your words, even your thoughts. Christmas is a time of joy and gladness. Not a time to complain and protest. If the school or mayor's office refuse to display a nativity season, put one in your yard.  Even a nice one in the window helps.  You can still wish people "Merry Christmas!" Smile when you do!!  Give generously this time of year! Get excited!! And most of all be sure to remind people about the Saviors birth - after all, it is "The Reason for the Season!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-7312229342959899860?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7312229342959899860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=7312229342959899860' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/7312229342959899860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/7312229342959899860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TQOD7y2PW6I/AAAAAAAAA2A/eRSqZgqzYck/s72-c/christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-7573281630410278132</id><published>2010-12-06T06:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T07:00:21.128-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are Blessed!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TPzLlSX1RXI/AAAAAAAAA14/YNXOaB3NCSA/s1600/41799_45368899397_4782441_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TPzLlSX1RXI/AAAAAAAAA14/YNXOaB3NCSA/s320/41799_45368899397_4782441_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547532682461005170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mama and I are blessed to have two church families. The churches are 1200 miles from each other.  The picture to the left is the church up north, Michigan.  We attend this church from late April until the end of November.  The other church is in central Florida and we attend that church from December until the latter part of April.  Our ministry involvements are different in both churches - but each church has a priority to serve the community outside their doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet the church is a close knit family.  The year 2010 was a "difficult" year for mama and papa. We suddenly found both of us struggling with cancer. Mine was skin cancer. I was told, "If you have to have cancer that is the best kind to have." For some reason, that was not too reassuring. Mama's cancer was more serious, requiring surgery with 7 weeks of daily radiation treatments.  Both churches rallied around us with prayer, cards and phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us have been attending church since we were children. It has been a major focus of our lives. The church has been a place to worship, to serve our community and to draw ranks when the family is in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day and week serving Christ!! Pray for us as we pray for you. We are doing fine and serving our Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-7573281630410278132?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7573281630410278132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=7573281630410278132' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/7573281630410278132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/7573281630410278132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/12/we-are-blessed.html' title='We Are Blessed!!'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TPzLlSX1RXI/AAAAAAAAA14/YNXOaB3NCSA/s72-c/41799_45368899397_4782441_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-5344402896001768043</id><published>2010-12-02T06:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T07:07:54.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning Florida!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TPeJ0T1gApI/AAAAAAAAA1w/hx17yi19nFk/s1600/Jim%2BJudy%2BPier%2Bcrop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TPeJ0T1gApI/AAAAAAAAA1w/hx17yi19nFk/s320/Jim%2BJudy%2BPier%2Bcrop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546052997900927634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep, we are now in Florida to keep warm!! However, it is chilly this morning.  The white in the background is beach sand, not snow!! Today's high will be 60 by noonish. We are glad to be here. Its 7AM and the sun is already shining and it stays lighter longer as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started the day with prayer, praying for many of you. Trying to make prayer a real focus of my life. As Max Lucado says, "Pray first, pray most".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless you today no matter where we live. Make Christ your focus - whether your standing in white beach sand or snow.  However, I admit I prefer the beach sand!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-5344402896001768043?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5344402896001768043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=5344402896001768043' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/5344402896001768043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/5344402896001768043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/12/good-morning-florida.html' title='Good Morning Florida!!'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TPeJ0T1gApI/AAAAAAAAA1w/hx17yi19nFk/s72-c/Jim%2BJudy%2BPier%2Bcrop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-7215220307420814479</id><published>2010-11-22T08:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T09:15:52.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, I need to work on my Prayer life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TOpwGhoqmyI/AAAAAAAAA1o/G3kAagRPptE/s1600/eye%2Bof%2BGod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TOpwGhoqmyI/AAAAAAAAA1o/G3kAagRPptE/s320/eye%2Bof%2BGod.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542365548843277090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like this picture of our Universe. When I think of God I think of this picture as if it was God's eye and He is watching me.  I know its probably not God's eye, but He IS watching me - and listening for my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is only 8:30AM and already we have received several urgent prayer requests. I have prayed for them as they have come to my attention and will be praying throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max Lucado states in his book 'Out Live Your Life' that we need to pray in earnest.  More often than not my prayers are whispered as they cross my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama is a genuine prayer warrior.  Prayer is an important part of her life - I know because I see her in prayer often throughout the day. I believe that prayer is important as well - but I just need to live that more than just saying that!!  I WILL Be praying for you !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-7215220307420814479?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7215220307420814479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=7215220307420814479' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/7215220307420814479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/7215220307420814479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-know-i-need-to-work-on-my-prayer-life.html' title='I know, I need to work on my Prayer life.'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TOpwGhoqmyI/AAAAAAAAA1o/G3kAagRPptE/s72-c/eye%2Bof%2BGod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-4771261853426494447</id><published>2010-11-15T16:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T17:12:32.051-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray Without Ceasing !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TOGo6DN1EKI/AAAAAAAAA1g/Eh0E86sYHGo/s1600/GirlPraying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TOGo6DN1EKI/AAAAAAAAA1g/Eh0E86sYHGo/s320/GirlPraying.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539894731891609762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I Thessalonians 5:17 says that we should "Pray without ceasing." A very short verse but one that has a terrific challenge. It does not appear that this is just a "ho Hum" kind of challenge but one that requires strong action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ESV Study Bible suggests "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a mental attitude of prayerfullness, continual fellowship with God, and consciousness of being in his presence throughout each day."  &lt;/span&gt;Wow! I need to work on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you realize God has to answer our prayers? He has no option.  He cannot refuse. Read Matthew 18:19.   But we have to do our part - we have to pray.  If your "prayers' are hollow, hurried, kind of "oh by the way ..." - that's not what He is looking for.  Read Acts 12:5 - 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scripture above is one of the funniest stories in the bible. It really is, from start to finish. But does show you that God hears us when we are earnest in our prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max Lucado in his book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Outlive Your Life&lt;/span&gt;, asks, when is the last time you were on your knees, begging, cajoling, pleading, pounding your fists on the floor, even shaking your fist toward heaven, confessing and reconfessing every sin and reciting God's promises as if God needed to be reminded.  "Our passionate prayers move the heart of God" says Max.  I really need to look at my "ho hum" prayer life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-4771261853426494447?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4771261853426494447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=4771261853426494447' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/4771261853426494447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/4771261853426494447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/11/pray-without-ceasing.html' title='Pray Without Ceasing !'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TOGo6DN1EKI/AAAAAAAAA1g/Eh0E86sYHGo/s72-c/GirlPraying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-7302497657965926887</id><published>2010-11-09T07:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T08:19:07.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christian? What's that?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TNlEyeUakLI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/lCsPzx3Q4KA/s1600/113087751281vp2H.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 99px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TNlEyeUakLI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/lCsPzx3Q4KA/s320/113087751281vp2H.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537532850751574194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Are you a Christian? Lets rephrase that a little.  If you were in a crowd listening to a speaker and he said, "If you are a Christian, would you please stand to your feet?" Would you stand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets rephrase the question again, "If you believe you are "Christlike",  would you please stand?" Humm, did you struggle getting to your feet? Did you look around to see who is standing? Our pastor introduced this thought the other day and I, like others, struggled with a response.  If we are Christians are we not Christlike?  We should be working towards being more like our Savior each moment of the day.  Admittedly we fail at times, Christ did not, but I don't think that is what He is asking of us. We are 100% human - He is God's Son - perfect in every way. He gives us a pattern to live and strive for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above shows a man giving comfort to what appears may be his wife.  Do we fail to give comfort when we could? Is that Christlike? Comfort is one of those things we can do. There are other things we can do as well.  I remember when mama had her 33 radiation treatments - daily - a 35 minute drive one way each day. I was able to go with her all but 1 day. That was a comfort to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you doing with the stranger? How about your spouse? Children? Are you being Christlike? Lets take today and start being more Christlike - I know mama would like that. Maybe next time I won't hesitate to stand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-7302497657965926887?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7302497657965926887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=7302497657965926887' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/7302497657965926887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/7302497657965926887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/11/christian-whats-that.html' title='Christian? What&apos;s that?'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TNlEyeUakLI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/lCsPzx3Q4KA/s72-c/113087751281vp2H.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-4496006722022745351</id><published>2010-11-05T15:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T15:25:04.965-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishing - A time to relax!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TNRWo41CmSI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/32cc0SII2LU/s1600/Jimfish2R.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TNRWo41CmSI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/32cc0SII2LU/s320/Jimfish2R.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536145102394792226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like to fish. Its relaxing. Just about every place I have lived I usually could find someplace to fish. I have fished in many states and Canada.  I even fished off the shores of the Island of Crete. I have "solved" many of a problem while fishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fishing is difficult for me now.  My tremors in my right hand are too severe for me to tie on a hook or even put a worm on a hook - lucky worms. i was going to try and fish this past summer but never got there. I live by a lake and have a pontoon and all the equipment, just couldn't get it together to make it happen - disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life requires adjustment. We see some of those coming. Other times we get blind sided.  This summer we got "blind sided".  Mama had a run-in with Cancer which required mama to have 33 radiation treatments in a 7 week period after her surgery which was June 1st.  She is fine - clean bill of health.  But, we adjusted.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we await for what lies ahead as we go down the path that God has laid out. Pray for us as we walk down this path that we are obedient to His leading. We want to be good followers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you as we all journey together - it is a great life!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-4496006722022745351?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4496006722022745351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=4496006722022745351' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/4496006722022745351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/4496006722022745351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/11/fishing-time-to-relax.html' title='Fishing - A time to relax!'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TNRWo41CmSI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/32cc0SII2LU/s72-c/Jimfish2R.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-5355470367010948050</id><published>2010-10-29T18:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T18:30:08.797-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer - sometimes not answerable!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TMtF97W35QI/AAAAAAAAA1I/NL4TrYGIQz0/s1600/prayer1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TMtF97W35QI/AAAAAAAAA1I/NL4TrYGIQz0/s320/prayer1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533593497362752770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I have been struggling with prayer. I have been trying to figure out how to pray a prayer that is not answerable - its too late. So some how I have to rethink this prayer thing.  What to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My HS class of 1961 has their 50th reunion next year.  We had 18 in our small senior class. Until yesterday we had located 17. Now we have located the last one - George.  However, in 1975 he died. How do you pray for a man's soul after he has been dead for 35 years ?? I don't think you can.  Its too late.  His course for eternity was set on that last breath he took sometime in 1975. He started his eternal journey 35 years ago. I have no idea where that journey has taken him - regardless, he is on it.  I have found myself whispering a prayer today that God has mercy on his soul. The problem is that is done - its over. George has made his choice.  Frustrated. George was a good friend in High School. I never saw him again after graduation. Our paths went different directions.  He had a difficult life - very difficult - various foster homes right through high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this should be my prayer;  "Lord,  I may not be able ask you to have mercy on George's soul today, but help me to do my part to make sure my loved ones and friends make the right choices in life. Make sure I never forget this important task you have asked us to do.  If George left a family behind, I pray that you help them on their journey on earth. If one of my blogger friends have contact with his family - remind them we were called to be witness' for you. AMEN"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-5355470367010948050?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5355470367010948050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=5355470367010948050' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/5355470367010948050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/5355470367010948050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/10/prayer-sometimes-not-answerable.html' title='Prayer - sometimes not answerable!'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TMtF97W35QI/AAAAAAAAA1I/NL4TrYGIQz0/s72-c/prayer1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-7592808224889720303</id><published>2010-10-25T09:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T09:28:29.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Condemnation VS Consideration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TMWBpPx6BeI/AAAAAAAAA1A/W2iigJvRnaE/s1600/Trailer+Jim.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TMWBpPx6BeI/AAAAAAAAA1A/W2iigJvRnaE/s320/Trailer+Jim.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531970262904997346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When Susan and I go trail riding off the stable property we have to trailer the horses. To date we have never had a major problem. Amos and Izzy load very good.  A horse does not like getting into a trailer - It is unnatural. It is confining and a horse knows if he is confined he can not escape danger. It is a "dangerous" place for a horse to be. They have to learn to accept this condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen horses beaten, shocked, hollered at, threatened, jerked around, abused by whatever means. Basically frightened and condemned into compliance.  They had better load or else! Not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amos loads fine. He would "prefer" not to, but it is okay.  He sometimes will start in, then back out. I reassure him, then start him again.  I usually take the lead rope lay it loosely on his back, lead him by the halter close to the entrance of the trailer, let go and he walks up into the trailer.&lt;br /&gt;No hands on him, no striking him, just encouragement.  He is anxious to please. He just gets a little nervous at times - its a frightening place to be in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your friends, family or others are scared, frightened or balk at something you think they should not be afraid of, what do you do? Do you encourage? Or do you condemn ? I too often condemn. I need to be an encourager. Lets see what we can do with encouragement this week - okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-7592808224889720303?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7592808224889720303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=7592808224889720303' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/7592808224889720303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/7592808224889720303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/10/condemnation-vs-consideration.html' title='Condemnation VS Consideration'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TMWBpPx6BeI/AAAAAAAAA1A/W2iigJvRnaE/s72-c/Trailer+Jim.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-5796975906915479617</id><published>2010-10-21T07:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T08:11:29.139-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When we fail to Trust!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TMAoPhI8JXI/AAAAAAAAA04/wpKUvbxEnMo/s1600/Jim+Amos+10+09d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TMAoPhI8JXI/AAAAAAAAA04/wpKUvbxEnMo/s320/Jim+Amos+10+09d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530464589469984114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A couple of days ago Amos failed to trust me and as a result we had a close disaster.  I was physically injured in the process - but not seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were heading down the same lane in the picture and Amos starting getting up on edge. The horses on the left &amp;amp; right were running in their pastures nervous - Amos was not sure why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just minutes before this a work crew, headed out to work on the trai,l had walked through here - carrying rakes and other hand tools laughing making noise. I was trying to catch up with them - Amos could not see them or hear them.  When we got to the woods he could hear them in front of him but could not see them.  He froze! Finally I convinced him to move forward at my urgings - reassuring him.  Suddenly he spotted someone with a rake and the leaves were flying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amos whirled and bolted full canter back towards the barn. When he whirled unexpectedly, I lost footing in one stirrup and between me trying to recover and trying to slow him I began falling more out of the saddle.  I was getting him slowed and finally as he was almost stopped I rolled to the ground. It was a soft landing and he was stopped when I hit the ground.  I did injure my hand with a rope burn - severe - trying to stop him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remounted, and we went back to help the group.  He was still nervous, but we both did fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we fail to trust those who we should trust - we get in trouble.  The results can be serious.  If you know that God is leading your life, you must trust! Do not bolt and run - if you do, not all is lost, start over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There may be serious consequences as a result of failing to trust, but we go on. We recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go - mama needs to change the bandage on my hand.  Amos and I will ride again, Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-5796975906915479617?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5796975906915479617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=5796975906915479617' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/5796975906915479617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/5796975906915479617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/10/when-we-fail-to-trust.html' title='When we fail to Trust!'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TMAoPhI8JXI/AAAAAAAAA04/wpKUvbxEnMo/s72-c/Jim+Amos+10+09d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-951911213848665861</id><published>2010-10-15T06:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T06:54:11.644-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TLgu-je6raI/AAAAAAAAA0w/M2HiMIXnqoo/s1600/Jim+Keops+Creek2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TLgu-je6raI/AAAAAAAAA0w/M2HiMIXnqoo/s320/Jim+Keops+Creek2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528220194808966562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Keops, a great trail horse. He died some time ago. when this picture was taken in 2006 he was 27 years old - good health, lots of experience but near the end of his life expectancy.  This picture was taken only the 2nd time ever I had ridden him - he really did not know me well as a rider. Yet he performed flawlessly - until we got to this stream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was hesitant to step into the water - he did not trust my urging to go ahead. Who is this new guy on my back? What made him go ahead? Several things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, he was learning he could trust me. I had been kind, had not asked him to do anything that I knew he could not do, and he had been at this stream before.  Horses have a problem with stepping into water - they have no depth perception. Keops wasn't sure if his next step was into 6" of nothingness or stepping off a cliff. He is not trying to drink, he has his head down trying to figure out where his next step is going to take him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is another reason why he is stepping out - trusting my urging. In this picture you are not aware, but he watched two other horses cross the stream in front of him and they were just a few feet in front of him on the other side - and they had made it, waiting for him to cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you doing trusting your Savior to lead you? he will do a fine job, you can trust him.  Others have crossed those same deep streams that are in  front of you, they have made it, and are urging you to step into the water and trust as well. Go for it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-951911213848665861?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/951911213848665861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=951911213848665861' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/951911213848665861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/951911213848665861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/10/trust.html' title='Trust'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TLgu-je6raI/AAAAAAAAA0w/M2HiMIXnqoo/s72-c/Jim+Keops+Creek2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-8726706609324565591</id><published>2010-10-08T06:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T06:46:17.148-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Prepared For Today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TK71hamXRJI/AAAAAAAAA0o/JSjxlHMWceg/s1600/Sus+Izzy+b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TK71hamXRJI/AAAAAAAAA0o/JSjxlHMWceg/s320/Sus+Izzy+b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525623747254895762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The picture is of Susan preparing to get ready for a trail ride with Izzy her beautiful registered Quarter horse. We had a great ride&lt;br /&gt;that day - we were prepared and everything went off without a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt;@font-face {   font-family: "Times New Roman"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 14pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Scripture: “But as it is written: &lt;i&gt;‘Eye has not seen, nor ear heard, nor have entered into the heart of man the things which God has prepared for those who love Him.” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I Corinthians 2:9 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Preparation&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I take Amos for a ride I always spend time in preparation for the ride. When I climb on his back to begin my ride for the day I prefer no surprises, I know before hand that he is ready for the ride.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Amos meets me at the paddock gate when I begin my approach. I watch closely as he comes. Is he alert? How is his gait? Is he limping? After we come out of the paddock I take him just a few steps and then look him over closely for any obvious injuries. I brush him down right there, letting him eat fresh grass.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He loves the preparation time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I check his feet over.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After about 15 minutes we head for his stall.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He likes that as well, he always finds a treat in his manger. Again I look him over and then check over my riding equipment. After putting on the equipment I walk him to the inside riding arena and recheck my equipment. Then I mount, take a few minutes to ride in the arena then I begin my planned ride for the day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love the verse above! God is preparing something for me! Maybe it is something that is going to happen today!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For sure he is preparing a place for me in heaven.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do the scriptures in His Word indicate I need to make preparation as well? I think so.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Prayer Thought:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lets see, what can I do to prepare me to meet God today?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-8726706609324565591?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8726706609324565591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=8726706609324565591' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/8726706609324565591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/8726706609324565591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/10/are-you-prepared-for-today.html' title='Are You Prepared For Today?'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TK71hamXRJI/AAAAAAAAA0o/JSjxlHMWceg/s72-c/Sus+Izzy+b.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-2265388240020684973</id><published>2010-09-29T09:42:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T10:11:46.501-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Outlive Your Life"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TKNFERxMzUI/AAAAAAAAA0A/CLnKmU8Ce_o/s1600/OutliveYourLifeHB_S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 172px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TKNFERxMzUI/AAAAAAAAA0A/CLnKmU8Ce_o/s320/OutliveYourLifeHB_S.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522333507877915970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max Lucado has a new book out entitled "Outlive Your Life".  A small group of us last evening started a group study of this book based upon the first 12 chapters of the book of ACTS. The emphasis seems to be "You were made to make a difference."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not think you an I really grasp this. We seem to think its some specific task or accomplishment we we have to do that we can point to and say, "There, I have accomplished that. " Sorry, I think rather it is a lifestyle of service to Christ.  When you get up each morning, our focus needs to be on service.&lt;br /&gt;I am in the process of writing a daily devotional book.  I decided this morning to pull up my devotional I wrote over a year ago for today. Here it is. I think it fits.&lt;br /&gt;September 29&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Scripture: &lt;i&gt;“For even the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give His life a ransom for many.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mark 10:45&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Purpose&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For me, Amos and I have two purposes. First purpose is to trail ride, and secondly to have fun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s why I purchased him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I tried a couple different horses before settling on Amos as the horse I wanted. I wanted a horse that knew how to walk and not have to be up on edge all the time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Amos walks, and relaxes on the trail, which makes trail riding fun. Accomplishing that purpose is what makes me eager to go out and see my horse.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God sent His son to earth with a two-fold purpose. First, Christ came to earth to serve, not to be served.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We miss that and even his disciples missed that.&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Christ wanted us to learn to serve and not be served. The purpose of Christ coming to earth that we quickly see is His second purpose, coming to be a ransom for many.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The challenge for you and I is to make sure that God’s purposes for His Son are accomplished in our lives. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;Prayer Thought: Jesus, I know you came as a ransom for my soul, but also help me to serve others as you want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-2265388240020684973?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2265388240020684973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=2265388240020684973' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/2265388240020684973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/2265388240020684973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/09/outlive-your-life.html' title='&quot;Outlive Your Life&quot;'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TKNFERxMzUI/AAAAAAAAA0A/CLnKmU8Ce_o/s72-c/OutliveYourLifeHB_S.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-4941250735617726979</id><published>2010-09-22T09:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T09:52:58.411-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Divine Appointments today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TJoJPFq3fSI/AAAAAAAAAz4/iEe07XuIZM4/s1600/both+trail+b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TJoJPFq3fSI/AAAAAAAAAz4/iEe07XuIZM4/s320/both+trail+b.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519734448120626466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;September 22&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Scripture:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Now an Angel of the Lord spoke to Philip, saying, “Arise and go toward the south …”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Acts 8:26&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;Divine Appointment&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Now this may seem to be a strange topic “Divine Appointment” when it comes to discussing horses – but maybe not. Lets see what we can do.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;I sincerely believe that my time on horseback has resulted in some Divine Appointments. First, a Divine Appointment is a “planned meeting” by God where he wants you to take a specific action, my definition. I have been trail riding with Amos when discussions of the scripture and/or Christian living have been discussed with other riders. This may sound like a strange time to have these kinds of discussions, but I don’t think so. These were appointments for me, given by God.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;You and I need to walk through our day asking God to show us any Divine Appointments He may have for us. We do not want to miss them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;By the way, if you read the complete story above, Acts 8:26 – 39, the man from Ethiopia was riding in a chariot. I suspect that horses were pulling that chariot – in fact I envision a team of two beautiful black Arabian horses. Oh, I wish that could have been my appointment! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Prayer Thought: Jesus, any special plans for me today?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe I will go for a horseback ride – tomorrow, first full day of fall. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-4941250735617726979?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4941250735617726979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=4941250735617726979' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/4941250735617726979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/4941250735617726979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/09/september-22-nd-scripture-now-angel-of.html' title='Divine Appointments today?'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TJoJPFq3fSI/AAAAAAAAAz4/iEe07XuIZM4/s72-c/both+trail+b.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-8997540329186565064</id><published>2010-09-17T12:46:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T20:35:30.448-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Understand !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TJOcHrkDOwI/AAAAAAAAAzw/ICFLyfAVTws/s1600/P1000416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TJOcHrkDOwI/AAAAAAAAAzw/ICFLyfAVTws/s320/P1000416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517925624225938178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this picture! I see several things. I see mama who is my life - and yet in the vastness of our amazing God's creation she seems so small. Yet, He cares for her and me as well. The pinnacles rise to the skies and seem almost endless and yet my prayers go beyond the pinnacles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I type this a first time mom has given birth to her first born - excited, a grandma traveled many hundreds of miles to be there - and yet unless God intervenes this child will be with Jesus shortly - why? As awesome as our God is and all the things He can do, it is moments like these that frustrate me. I do not understand. But I serve a wonderful God who is weeping with all of us at this time.  I believe He is STILL in control of this vast universe - even if I do not understand.  Please pray for this very young family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Note: Early this evening, Friday,  little Marshall went to be in the arms of Jesus. Please keep this young family in your prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-8997540329186565064?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8997540329186565064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=8997540329186565064' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/8997540329186565064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/8997540329186565064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-dont-understand.html' title='I Don&apos;t Understand !!'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TJOcHrkDOwI/AAAAAAAAAzw/ICFLyfAVTws/s72-c/P1000416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-6398796576608161810</id><published>2010-09-13T08:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T09:11:00.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Creation!! Definitely Intelligent Design!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TI4gdFUNQCI/AAAAAAAAAzo/-p8vuFCmM9w/s1600/P1000369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TI4gdFUNQCI/AAAAAAAAAzo/-p8vuFCmM9w/s320/P1000369.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516382277590663202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you look at this picture you can not help but be amazed at God's Creation and Intelligent design.  This picture was taken Tuesday, September 7th in the Badlands of South Dakota.  I think the colors are amazing !! As you look at how the grey tones glisten in the blue skies you can see God's handiwork. amazing. Then if you notice even the pink colors as they highlight the background - true the pink slacks were not "manufactured" by God - but they do highlight His creation - and yes, the Blackhills are spectacular too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you think I was describing the Blackhills?? No, rather mama. She is the spectacular image in this photo - grey hair and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tend to forget that of all creation, God was more interested in man than He was of anything else He created. Man He wanted for fellowship, not just something to look at. Only man was "created in His image".  How are you doing today fulfilling God's desire for you? You are His creation highlight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-6398796576608161810?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6398796576608161810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=6398796576608161810' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/6398796576608161810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/6398796576608161810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/09/gods-creation-definitely-intelligent.html' title='God&apos;s Creation!! Definitely Intelligent Design!'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TI4gdFUNQCI/AAAAAAAAAzo/-p8vuFCmM9w/s72-c/P1000369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-3800781760910108209</id><published>2010-09-04T09:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T09:20:26.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TIJF2BcB5OI/AAAAAAAAAzY/ZvUUKJZ2VZ4/s1600/Judy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TIJF2BcB5OI/AAAAAAAAAzY/ZvUUKJZ2VZ4/s320/Judy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513045688256160994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Monday I get to take the little girl above on a nice road trip through the upper midwest. We will start in Michigan then go to Indiana, Illinois, Iowa, Nebraska, South Dakota, North Dakota, Minnesota, Wisconsin, upper peninsula of Michigan, then down to home.  The two of us have not been on a trip like this by ourselves in years. We are very excited - so, we will see you when we get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that the picture above was taken over 60 years ago? She still has that smile! I love that little girl!!   XO (for the little girl)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-3800781760910108209?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3800781760910108209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=3800781760910108209' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/3800781760910108209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/3800781760910108209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/09/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip!'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TIJF2BcB5OI/AAAAAAAAAzY/ZvUUKJZ2VZ4/s72-c/Judy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-7085503758101610069</id><published>2010-09-01T06:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T06:43:05.564-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire! Fire! Fire!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TH4qkg0MmFI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ktHSZVnLwsY/s1600/Ruby1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TH4qkg0MmFI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ktHSZVnLwsY/s320/Ruby1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511889800720586834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate - fear - fires.  They are vicious and deadly, plus very destructive. I have had bad experiences with deadly fires.  I have watched them destroy homes and even been to fires where loved ones have lost their lives. Our reactions tell us to flee a burning fire - but we sometimes make foolish decisions to return - go back in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work one time we had a major fire. We lost the entire building, but evacuated over 750 employees. I was responsible for the decisions made until the fire departments arrived. I actually had to lock the doors to keep people from going back in! One employee forgot their car keys and wanted to go back in and retrieve their keys. I posted one of my employees at the door just in case someone was still trying to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horses have a fear of fire. If in the wild, they will try to put distance between them and the fire. If domesticated, a horse may try to return to their stall - for security, even if the barn is on fire. Actually willing to put their bodies at risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sometimes return to the same sins that have beset us in the past. You would think we would learn or use good judgment - we don't always do that. But we have a heavenly father who still forgives our foolish choices. I am so glad He comes into that burning barn and leads us out - now STAY OUT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-7085503758101610069?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7085503758101610069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=7085503758101610069' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/7085503758101610069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/7085503758101610069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/09/fire-fire-fire.html' title='Fire! Fire! Fire!'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TH4qkg0MmFI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ktHSZVnLwsY/s72-c/Ruby1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-2785872088255322680</id><published>2010-08-25T09:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T09:37:42.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Child Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/THUaiPEuBTI/AAAAAAAAAzI/lMEWvbDEXiQ/s1600/GirlPraying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/THUaiPEuBTI/AAAAAAAAAzI/lMEWvbDEXiQ/s320/GirlPraying.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509338894621869362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you listened to children pray much? If you listen between the lines it is mostly about security. They want to be safe and loved.  They grow physically and emotionally on love and safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We as adults need to nourish that and protect that. Mama and I have 2 children, a son almost 41 and a daughter 39.  They still want love and safety from mom &amp; dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you are single parents - we pray for you even more, you have double duty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we will not physically be with our kids. We may SKYPE (Video chat) with our son. When we hang up we will say, "We love you son! See ya soon." I think that is the way Jesus feels when we "SKYPE" with Him.  I wish Jesus would setup a Facebook page!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-2785872088255322680?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2785872088255322680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=2785872088255322680' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/2785872088255322680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/2785872088255322680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/08/child-prayer.html' title='A Child Prayer'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/THUaiPEuBTI/AAAAAAAAAzI/lMEWvbDEXiQ/s72-c/GirlPraying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-2336843425426972725</id><published>2010-08-20T20:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T20:28:54.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In sickness and in health - till death do us part</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TG8byTXOlSI/AAAAAAAAAzA/OX9hk7qFdmY/s1600/wedding+crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TG8byTXOlSI/AAAAAAAAAzA/OX9hk7qFdmY/s320/wedding+crop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507651420302513442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On July 10, 1965, 45 years ago, I looked my bride in her face and stated my wedding vows - I meant it then, and still do. Have I made bad choices since then, yep. Have I abandoned her? Nope! I love mama very much. I look at all the times I have screwed up and I am thankful we stuck it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In May mama was diagnosed with cancer. Did we know that was going to happen when we got married? Not even a hint. But as I look back I am so thankful she never gave up on me or that either left the other. She needed me more than ever the past couple of months. Yesterday as we headed home from her last radiation treatment she looked at me and said, "I am so glad you have been by my side through this!" We squeezed each others hand, and a tear or two slid down my cheek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-2336843425426972725?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2336843425426972725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=2336843425426972725' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/2336843425426972725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/2336843425426972725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-sickness-and-in-health-till-death-do.html' title='In sickness and in health - till death do us part'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TG8byTXOlSI/AAAAAAAAAzA/OX9hk7qFdmY/s72-c/wedding+crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-6769217040160020231</id><published>2010-08-15T16:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T17:05:16.585-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Relay For Life - Red Bra Lap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TGhWhH_dDlI/AAAAAAAAAy4/9GZabKCVZS8/s1600/P1000350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TGhWhH_dDlI/AAAAAAAAAy4/9GZabKCVZS8/s320/P1000350.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505745671541296722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TGhUDDNIJYI/AAAAAAAAAyw/sHcuTBXalQw/s1600/P1000344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TGhUDDNIJYI/AAAAAAAAAyw/sHcuTBXalQw/s320/P1000344.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505742955837138306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday at 1PM I walked in the Red Bra Lap at the Allegan County East Relay For Life Cancer walk. I had a blast! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I understand it correctly, there was proposed Federal legislation that would have allowed insurance companies to not pay on cancer screening costs. There were many demonstrations by women wearing red bra's to bring awareness to the pending legislation. The legislation was defeated.  Mama had a mammogram in May and cancer was detected and removed - stage 1, undetectable except for the mammogram that caught it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some local Relay For Life Rallies have included a Red Bra Lap as part of their relay festivites. Yep, I participated with about 150 other walkers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-6769217040160020231?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6769217040160020231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=6769217040160020231' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/6769217040160020231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/6769217040160020231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/08/relay-for-life-red-bra-lap.html' title='Relay For Life - Red Bra Lap!'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TGhWhH_dDlI/AAAAAAAAAy4/9GZabKCVZS8/s72-c/P1000350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-8103563060636796782</id><published>2010-08-10T17:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T17:53:39.771-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Relay For Life !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TGHIStKV0vI/AAAAAAAAAyo/5XEhPXKW4ss/s1600/main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TGHIStKV0vI/AAAAAAAAAyo/5XEhPXKW4ss/s320/main.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503900443309626098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Friday &amp; and Saturday Mama and I will be walking with &lt;a href="http://peterjolson.blogspot.com"&gt;Peter&lt;/a&gt; and the rest of our team at the Cancer Relay For Life walk at the Allegan County fairgrounds here in Michigan. I will be walking as a representative of our team at 1PM Friday the 13th. At 2pm they will walk a lap in costumes. Lots of festivities until noon on Saturday. Come join us! especially at 1PM on Friday - I could use the support. Did I mention the lap at 1PM is entitled the Red Bra Lap ??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-8103563060636796782?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8103563060636796782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=8103563060636796782' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/8103563060636796782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/8103563060636796782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/08/relay-for-life.html' title='Relay For Life !!'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TGHIStKV0vI/AAAAAAAAAyo/5XEhPXKW4ss/s72-c/main.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-5119836081860564710</id><published>2010-08-06T09:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T16:40:35.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tina !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TFwTfTppHzI/AAAAAAAAAyg/oue8EV1dq_0/s1600/zip+line+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TFwTfTppHzI/AAAAAAAAAyg/oue8EV1dq_0/s320/zip+line+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502294273311711026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama and I met TIna Monday the 2nd of August coming through the registration line for Girl's Camp. She was very scared and sobbing, stayed glued to mom &amp; dad as she registered for camp.  She wept openly, did not want to be here.  Found out she was much of a loner and did not attend her local church very much. I believe she will be in  the 6th grade this fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama and I are "Grandpa &amp; Grandma" at Girls Camp this week - today it closes. Well, how did Tina do? It was very slow to start with. She was a loner the first day - very scared - no smiles.  Grandma said good night to her every night, we hugged and encouraged her a lot. By Wednesday she was smiling and doing very well.  It may have been the Teddy Bear grandma gave her on Wednesday night.  Yesterday, she came to me big smiles, arms stretched out for a hug. She played the girl games as she stood in line for meals and even talked/listened about the importance of having Jesus in her life.  She will go home today a happy camper! It was a great week!&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;We love you Tina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update:  Friday 4:30PM !! Mama and I stayed at the last "Checkpoint" as the campers left today so that we could say goodbye to them as "Grandma &amp; Grandpa". One of the last vehicles was Tina and her parents. Tina was sitting in the front seat and as I leaned over to say goodbye, we both began to cry.  She unsnapped her seat belt and we hugged through the window sobbing. Yep, it was a great week. See ya again Tina.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-5119836081860564710?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5119836081860564710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=5119836081860564710' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/5119836081860564710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/5119836081860564710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/08/tina.html' title='Tina !'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TFwTfTppHzI/AAAAAAAAAyg/oue8EV1dq_0/s72-c/zip+line+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-2275924519305499442</id><published>2010-07-31T16:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T16:38:53.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We were not designed to backup!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TFSIzI0qnOI/AAAAAAAAAyY/wUJ-uMHMD1E/s1600/2072+7-28-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TFSIzI0qnOI/AAAAAAAAAyY/wUJ-uMHMD1E/s320/2072+7-28-10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500171457049304290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scripture: “For by You I can run against a troop, by my God I can leap over a wall.” Psalm 18:29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back! Back! Back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seldom have I observed a horse backup on its own without a rider or trainer coaxing it.  If a horse finds itself in a place where it has to backup it is usually not by choice.  Horses want to be able to run, escape or get away.  They cannot see behind them so backing up is something they try to avoid.  When a horse backs out of a trailer it is not a very graceful sight.  They can’t see where they are going, usually the last step out is traumatic and yet at our urging and coaxing they do it.  Amos backs up when I urge him to but he does not do it gracefully at all. He would prefer to go ahead and just re-circle or try another approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t retreat very well either.  Yet, I find myself going ahead without paying close attention to my Lord and find myself in big trouble spiritually. I say things that are inaccurate and have to “backup” and correct what I said. I am even learning to ask for direction and admit when I am lost, which is a relief to my wife.  The less we have to backup, the better.  How are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer Thought: Jesus, as I go forward today, help me not to get ahead of you. I really would prefer not to have to backup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-2275924519305499442?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2275924519305499442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=2275924519305499442' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/2275924519305499442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/2275924519305499442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/07/we-were-not-designed-to-backup.html' title='We were not designed to backup!'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TFSIzI0qnOI/AAAAAAAAAyY/wUJ-uMHMD1E/s72-c/2072+7-28-10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-526206408488397257</id><published>2010-07-22T06:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T06:58:55.109-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How is your future looking?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TEgkYRsfEmI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/l9RotzDnJOw/s1600/Jim+Amos+10+09c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TEgkYRsfEmI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/l9RotzDnJOw/s320/Jim+Amos+10+09c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496683344691139170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scripture: “For surely there is a hereafter, and your hope will not be cut off.” Proverbs 23:18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure what the future for Amos the horse I ride is.  I know that he has to be cared for as long as he is alive and that includes many more trail rides.  His health is good even as he is starting to approach his senior years.  However, someday he is going to die and be buried without much fanfare.  Oh I will miss him and think of the good times we had, but basically, unless God has some other plan for animals, Amos’ usefulness is over.  In fact, if I am still riding horses when that day comes I will just get another horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so for you and I. God’s ultimate plan for us is still somewhat of a mystery. This time on earth is short compared to our time in eternity. I do hope that horses are part of the eternity picture but if not I know that my Savior has great plans for us.  One thing is certain; we shall “worship the King of Kings.”  I am excited about God’s plan for us and I am planning to be there.  How about you? Maybe we can even go on a trail ride together. See you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer Thought: I am thankful for your Word, which promises a future with you Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-526206408488397257?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/526206408488397257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=526206408488397257' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/526206408488397257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/526206408488397257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-is-your-future-looking.html' title='How is your future looking?'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TEgkYRsfEmI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/l9RotzDnJOw/s72-c/Jim+Amos+10+09c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-4897305977041733465</id><published>2010-07-14T07:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T07:59:49.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Default!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TD2j0Mh-vyI/AAAAAAAAAyI/TAWo0H79_5w/s1600/DSC00004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TD2j0Mh-vyI/AAAAAAAAAyI/TAWo0H79_5w/s320/DSC00004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493727237574147874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new iMac computer! I love it! As you can tell I spend quite a bit of my time on my computer. One of the things I like is the ability to "Default" some of the settings. For example, when someone sends me a web link I have set my computer to open up that link into my "default" browser - Google Chrome. I also use Firefox and Safari web browsers. But right now Google Chrome is my default.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I open up up any of the three browsers my default homepage is my facebook wall. Cool! I like this default feature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a Christian? Do you claim to be putting Christ first in your life? Is it fair to assume then that when your mouth opens up with conversation that your conversation "defaults" to Christ? When you are sitting with friends or family - where does your conversation go to? Does it default to a Christ centered conversation? I don't know about you, but I have to work on this!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-4897305977041733465?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4897305977041733465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=4897305977041733465' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/4897305977041733465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/4897305977041733465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/07/default.html' title='Default!!'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TD2j0Mh-vyI/AAAAAAAAAyI/TAWo0H79_5w/s72-c/DSC00004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-2216352462782001545</id><published>2010-07-09T06:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T07:06:37.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Courage!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TDb_24WZGeI/AAAAAAAAAyA/KdOfDn304pc/s1600/DSC00169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TDb_24WZGeI/AAAAAAAAAyA/KdOfDn304pc/s320/DSC00169.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491858113929222626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above looks fairly normal. These are two of my three grand children - looking at something in anticipation. They are curious, looking up, and yet seem relaxed. Notice that they are also wearing some kind of harness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In just a few minutes they will climb a 40' staircase up a tower, hook up to a zipline and step off - for the first time. How did they get the courage to do that??!! First, many family members encouraged them. Then, they prepared, they put on harnesses. When you face tough times you usually get lots of encouragement - but do you prepare? There is no way they would go up that tower without a harness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We prepare for tough times by reading God's Word, Prayer, counsel with others - getting spiritually fit and prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, they both went down the zipline!! Cool!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-2216352462782001545?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2216352462782001545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=2216352462782001545' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/2216352462782001545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/2216352462782001545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/07/courage.html' title='Courage!'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TDb_24WZGeI/AAAAAAAAAyA/KdOfDn304pc/s72-c/DSC00169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-2627488222198726249</id><published>2010-07-01T17:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T17:51:59.349-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust &amp; Obey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TC0MjOU824I/AAAAAAAAAx4/hm-vLf5wL2Q/s1600/SydflygHair.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TC0MjOU824I/AAAAAAAAAx4/hm-vLf5wL2Q/s320/SydflygHair.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489057320115428226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The past several weeks the Lord has been talking to me about Trust &amp; Obeying.  I am not sure why, maybe because of mama's current fight with cancer. I don't know. I believe I am trusting, and I certainly want to be obedient. Pray that I see what God wants to write on my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of this picture when I thought of trust. I put my grand daughter Sydney up on Amos' back. I believe it was the first time she had ever been on the back of a horse she trusted me. Even her dad and mom trusted me as I hoisted her up. She was relaxed and not scared - even though this was new. She didn't fight, she was obedient.  How are you doing as God puts you into new situations? Trusting I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-2627488222198726249?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2627488222198726249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=2627488222198726249' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/2627488222198726249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/2627488222198726249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/07/trust-obey.html' title='Trust &amp; Obey'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TC0MjOU824I/AAAAAAAAAx4/hm-vLf5wL2Q/s72-c/SydflygHair.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-3457575300342494903</id><published>2010-06-26T11:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T11:25:25.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He really does care!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TCYa_VAzlgI/AAAAAAAAAxw/yDVsACzVE5M/s1600/Amos+out+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TCYa_VAzlgI/AAAAAAAAAxw/yDVsACzVE5M/s320/Amos+out+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487102871272134146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scripture: “Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not more value than they?” &lt;br /&gt;Matthew 6:26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This scripture boggles the mind. Do you realize that the God that created this universe created you and me, wants to makes this relationship thing personal? I do not understand that very well. I do love His varied and colorful creation. Needless to say I think my horse Amos is an extra special part of God’s creation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is amazing is how He created the horse to be such a wonderful special creature. The beauty of a well bred and cared for horse is beyond mans creative mind. I wonder what a horse would be like if designed by a man. I think we know that, kind of, the automobile. It serves a wonderful purpose, yet is very impersonal. Amos, is not only functional, but has feeling and a mind of his own. Created by a wonderful God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, as wonderful as Amos is, God considers us “… more value than they?” God created us to interact with Him. If that premise is correct, and I believe it is, He does care for us. What had to be hard for God was giving us a spirit of “Free Choice”. He wanted someone to fellowship with, yet He wanted us to choose. He created us, turned us loose and gave us the freedom to choose or reject Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer Thought: This is the day that I am going to use to fix my choice on Him.  We will fellowship together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-3457575300342494903?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3457575300342494903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=3457575300342494903' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/3457575300342494903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/3457575300342494903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/06/he-really-does-care.html' title='He really does care!!'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TCYa_VAzlgI/AAAAAAAAAxw/yDVsACzVE5M/s72-c/Amos+out+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-653985416482529656</id><published>2010-06-21T07:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T07:52:16.848-04:00</updated><title type='text'>" Live Intentionally"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TB9SYtMaNkI/AAAAAAAAAxo/ci9E3rI3GHI/s1600/JimJudyMacIsland.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TB9SYtMaNkI/AAAAAAAAAxo/ci9E3rI3GHI/s320/JimJudyMacIsland.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485193455562536514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fathers Day I sat in a Bible Study and a new term came up that caught my attention.  The term was, "Live Intentionally". I began thinking about my daily activities and the need to stay focused on the things God intends for me to do today. There is another phrase this morning that my son brought to my attention that I need to be aware of, and alert to.  "The road to hell is paved with good intentions." Soooo, somehow I need to sort through both of those statements. If I start out with a plan that is God ordained, I had better stick with it and finish it. I already have some "intentions" planned and on my list today. I guess I had get started. So far I have some already done. Like this blog post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-653985416482529656?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/653985416482529656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=653985416482529656' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/653985416482529656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/653985416482529656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/06/live-intentionally.html' title='&quot; Live Intentionally&quot;'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TB9SYtMaNkI/AAAAAAAAAxo/ci9E3rI3GHI/s72-c/JimJudyMacIsland.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-1074205010067499185</id><published>2010-06-17T07:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T07:48:18.692-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Have No Choice!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TBoIVUf7WTI/AAAAAAAAAxg/XDh82A9gzL4/s1600/PA020008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TBoIVUf7WTI/AAAAAAAAAxg/XDh82A9gzL4/s320/PA020008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483704658649897266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title of this post is contrary to the title of my blog - kind of. I have made the theme of my blog "Choices R Mine", which implies that you always have a choice. Well, I am wrong. There are somethings that we have to do without any choice. One of which I want to talk about - serving Christ. If you profess to be a Christian, you MUST serve, it is not an option you choose, it is not a choice - you serve. Somehow, somewhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you choose not to serve, you do not answer to me, but you will answer to God. So, get with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama and I started working in the nursery here 15 years ago. We are still doing that. WE do it each Sunday now - early. We arrive each Sunday AM before choir practice so that Choir members can drop off small children and then be able to attend choir practice.  We serve so that others can serve - now that is cool!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the kids we have had in the nursery here are now having high school graduation  open house's! Mama, do I really look that old? Our son is now in his 40's! And yet I still have to serve! Oh my! "even so Lord, return quickly."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-1074205010067499185?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1074205010067499185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=1074205010067499185' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/1074205010067499185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/1074205010067499185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-have-no-choice.html' title='You Have No Choice!!'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TBoIVUf7WTI/AAAAAAAAAxg/XDh82A9gzL4/s72-c/PA020008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-5389675704615669977</id><published>2010-06-12T18:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T18:34:35.095-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Adams Place For Kids - Trail Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TBQKg-L2ivI/AAAAAAAAAxY/YnmYWWjVoMI/s1600/P1000317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TBQKg-L2ivI/AAAAAAAAAxY/YnmYWWjVoMI/s320/P1000317.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482018207981538034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Susan and I Trailered 2 horses to northern Indiana to participate in a benefit ride for Adams Place For Kids. We were part of a group of riders that rode to help this program for disadvantaged kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long day but lots of fun. I got to ride Amos for a couple of hours and that is always a pleasure for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-5389675704615669977?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5389675704615669977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=5389675704615669977' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/5389675704615669977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/5389675704615669977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/06/adams-place-for-kids-trail-ride.html' title='Adams Place For Kids - Trail Ride'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TBQKg-L2ivI/AAAAAAAAAxY/YnmYWWjVoMI/s72-c/P1000317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-7810650702169167</id><published>2010-06-06T15:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T15:53:00.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Laundry is done - for now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TAv6OYxhqxI/AAAAAAAAAxI/IQAc1WFLOwE/s1600/P1000312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TAv6OYxhqxI/AAAAAAAAAxI/IQAc1WFLOwE/s320/P1000312.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479748496701631250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, mama is doing great! Me, I am having my moments! Mama got her pathology report Friday and all of the "Margins were clear". That is what we wanted to hear and the lymph nodes were clear as well. We see the surgeon for a followup appointment tomorrow for a "checkup" and all seems to be healing as expected. God has been so good to us.  I was able to share with a bank manager (A lady I had never met) about God's goodness. He has been so close to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that as you face difficult times in your life that you seek God's presence and peace. And, that you use those moments to encourage others as they watch your life.&lt;br /&gt;God bless and keep mama and papa in your prayers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-7810650702169167?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7810650702169167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=7810650702169167' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/7810650702169167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/7810650702169167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/06/laundry-is-done-for-now.html' title='The Laundry is done - for now!'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TAv6OYxhqxI/AAAAAAAAAxI/IQAc1WFLOwE/s72-c/P1000312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-7444402501872004775</id><published>2010-06-02T07:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T07:26:17.177-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama had her surgery!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TAY9dZxrbgI/AAAAAAAAAxA/GXHaxJAJIhg/s1600/Sidney+grandma+cr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TAY9dZxrbgI/AAAAAAAAAxA/GXHaxJAJIhg/s320/Sidney+grandma+cr.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478133572087541250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what mama does best! She loves babies! We both work the nursery every Sunday through the summer months. Mama had her cancer surgery yesterday - it looks like mama will be doing this for many years to come! Praise God! Her surgery was a great success. She will probably go through a series of radiation treatment as a precautionary treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is 7AM here. Mama has been awake since about 3AM, me about 4:30AM. No, it is not because of pain but more about praising our Lord.  We have been playing Christian music, answering emails, facebook, and my blog. AND PRAYING! Mostly prayers of thanksgiving and praying for many of you with the personal requests you have given or we have observed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless you as you serve HIM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE love you all!&lt;br /&gt;Papa &amp; Mama too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-7444402501872004775?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7444402501872004775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=7444402501872004775' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/7444402501872004775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/7444402501872004775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/06/mama-had-her-surgery.html' title='Mama had her surgery!'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/TAY9dZxrbgI/AAAAAAAAAxA/GXHaxJAJIhg/s72-c/Sidney+grandma+cr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-2058233466284199853</id><published>2010-05-28T05:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T06:54:27.985-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Snuggle Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S_-Tz48rWaI/AAAAAAAAAw4/MXoaWR5C988/s1600/Katie+Kelly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S_-Tz48rWaI/AAAAAAAAAw4/MXoaWR5C988/s320/Katie+Kelly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476258191575308706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture! I see several things. I see a mother snuggled up closely with her daughter. Her youngest of 5 children. She loves them all but this is a special time with "Katie".  You see, each of her children have different names. When she has to call for her, to get her attention, she calls. "Katie!" Now if it is serious, requiring immediate attention, she uses, "Katelyn!" That is serious - I heard her use that once - it got my attention as well! You see we were out on a narrow pier, with deep water all around us, dangers that Katie did not recognize. But mom was there. One time Katie jerked her hand loose from mom's tight grip and started to move closer to danger. Mom screamed, "Katelyn!!!" - she froze she recognized that voice tone and froze and mom took her hand again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of like our relationship with our Savior! Do you know His voice? He does snuggle close - DO NOT jerk away!! He DOES know your name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-2058233466284199853?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2058233466284199853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=2058233466284199853' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/2058233466284199853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/2058233466284199853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/05/snuggle-up.html' title='Snuggle Up!'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S_-Tz48rWaI/AAAAAAAAAw4/MXoaWR5C988/s72-c/Katie+Kelly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-6432454118409105602</id><published>2010-05-24T06:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T07:18:46.314-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a routine day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S_pcS4adBSI/AAAAAAAAAww/ZpMCcGeoYB4/s1600/wedding+crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S_pcS4adBSI/AAAAAAAAAww/ZpMCcGeoYB4/s320/wedding+crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474789776472999202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today, May 24, 2010 is set to be mostly a routine day. Nothing really planned. Deb will be visiting and we will have a great visit - but nothing really super planned. I think today we will just all relax and chill out. Ahhhh, what a nice plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 10, 1965 was NOT a relaxed quiet day! It was our wedding day!  Mama was busy all morning long The ceremony was not until 2PM! I Went crazy, I was by myself until church time. I was probably 15 miles away from the church, by myself in the home that mama and I had already purchased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is 45 years later - as you have read our "life story" off and on through these several years of blogging, this year will go down as not so "routine". Even the question "is this the beginning of the end?" rolled through our minds - we are human.  But today, things look good and we will be busy with planned activities - but probably relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a relaxed day sounds good - but be careful. Always stay alert to the Holy Spirit as He guides your life. Look for those "Divine Appointments" that may just be lurking. It may be a phone call, it may be someone stopping by, a stranger on the street or in a checkout lane. Will you be looking or just relaxing thinking "this is my day."?  It is HIS day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-6432454118409105602?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6432454118409105602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=6432454118409105602' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/6432454118409105602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/6432454118409105602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-routine-day.html' title='Just a routine day'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S_pcS4adBSI/AAAAAAAAAww/ZpMCcGeoYB4/s72-c/wedding+crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-685228937118762081</id><published>2010-05-21T07:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T07:18:15.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad News! I have to do the house work!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S_ZpWmnrGsI/AAAAAAAAAwo/h246ko-kng0/s1600/Judy+ship+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S_ZpWmnrGsI/AAAAAAAAAwo/h246ko-kng0/s320/Judy+ship+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473678234160405186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday, Thursday we met with the surgeon that will do mama's cancer surgery. The surgery will be considered out-patient and we should be out of there by 1PM. My question to the lady surgeon was, "When mama gets home she will still be able to do her housework - right?"  She looked at me and said, "NO! SHe can't do anything including dishes, laundry - nothing for 90 days! We ladies have to stick together!" I think I have been setup!!  Bad news!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama will have surgery on June 1st.  The surgeon says the tumor is very small. A minimal stage 1 tumor caught very early.  They do not think the tumor has spread they will do tests and check at the time of the surgery to be sure.  We were very pleased with the report and give God the glory and praise. Plans are just to remove the tumor, no major radical surgery.  We feel God has blessed us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-685228937118762081?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/685228937118762081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=685228937118762081' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/685228937118762081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/685228937118762081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/05/bad-news-i-have-to-do-house-work.html' title='Bad News! I have to do the house work!'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S_ZpWmnrGsI/AAAAAAAAAwo/h246ko-kng0/s72-c/Judy+ship+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-6869754691107836106</id><published>2010-05-14T07:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T07:55:19.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bride!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S-01ayI7vsI/AAAAAAAAAwg/4Uquw6N3r9Y/s1600/Judy+crp+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S-01ayI7vsI/AAAAAAAAAwg/4Uquw6N3r9Y/s320/Judy+crp+2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471087856577134274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my bride. We renewed our vows last year. It was a very precious time. I almost passed out and had to sit down while up on the platform.  It was too emotional of a time for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This July we will have been married 45 years. We have had a great marriage (I think we both agree on that!) but not without its moments of crisis' like most marriages. But we have grown through those tough times and have both been willing to learn and adjust as the years have gone by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what is special about this picture - to me? It may surprise you, but it is her veil. You see that is the veil she wore on our wedding day on July 10th, 1965, 45 years ago.  The veil is a little darker, yellow tint, age has taken away some of its original color.  What is amazing is that mama has not changed at all,  well a little prettier now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today life is getting tougher.  This past week we discovered that mama has cancer. Treatable, but serious. It can not be blown off. It is not something I can fix. I can't walk away and not deal with it. We must. There have been times that mama has asked for my help, maybe simply ask me to listen better and I walked away.  Through the years I have been learning and listening to mama and my Savior better.  This is not my marriage, it is OUR marriage now.  It is not mama who is just in trouble now. It is just as much me, she is my life.  If I could I would grab each of you by the shoulder, husband or wife, and look you into the face and simply say, "How are you doing with your best friend?"  I know some of you are single, maybe a single parent, but I would still grab you by the shoulder and ask the same question.  You see mama is my best friend - almost.  Jesus is my very bestest friend.  So, how are you doing with your best friend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-6869754691107836106?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6869754691107836106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=6869754691107836106' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/6869754691107836106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/6869754691107836106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-bride.html' title='My Bride!'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S-01ayI7vsI/AAAAAAAAAwg/4Uquw6N3r9Y/s72-c/Judy+crp+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-8958329878549853176</id><published>2010-05-10T19:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T19:45:22.641-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My best friend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S-icmpNzVTI/AAAAAAAAAwY/6Cz9zINHMpU/s1600/judy+crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S-icmpNzVTI/AAAAAAAAAwY/6Cz9zINHMpU/s320/judy+crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469793935154173234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my best friend. I have lived with her for 45 years. Right now she is in "trouble".  I don't cope with that very well.  Today she had some not so routine medical tests. I do not like that. We believe that all is okay, or at least "fixable".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We now have to wait for test results, a couple of days, and then take whatever steps the results dictate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that we have a God who is already at work on this issue and has it under control.  We are trusting Him. Well, mostly, I have my own thoughts on what He needs to do, but I guess He decides that - right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would still covet your prayers and will keep you updated as we hear anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama is a very special lady - one of a kind and I am the only one who gets to be her very best friend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;UPDATE - Tuesday 7:30PM May 11, 2010 :  Mama's test came back positive tonight. Now we get together with Specialist to determine a plan of action.  We would appreciate your prayers. We are fine!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-8958329878549853176?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8958329878549853176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=8958329878549853176' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/8958329878549853176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/8958329878549853176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-best-friend.html' title='My best friend!'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S-icmpNzVTI/AAAAAAAAAwY/6Cz9zINHMpU/s72-c/judy+crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-106113695979996667</id><published>2010-05-05T21:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T21:44:44.484-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Praying For Healing for Mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S-IcMQRnBSI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/yVZ9RPEc1YI/s1600/Me%2BMama%2BPapa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S-IcMQRnBSI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/yVZ9RPEc1YI/s320/Me%2BMama%2BPapa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467963894434039074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;James 5:13-15&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone among you suffering? Let him pray. Is anyone cheerful? Let him  sing psalms. 14 Is anyone among you sick? Let him call for the elders  of the church, and let them pray over him, anointing him with oil in the  name of the Lord. 15 And the prayer of faith will save the sick, and  the Lord will raise him up. And if he has committed sins, he will be  forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, Wednesday May 5th,  at church, Mama and I went to the altar at church where the pastor and several others knelt with us and prayed.  The pastor led in prayer and anointed mama with oil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama was advised today at the doctors office that they want to do more testing Monday and that after that within a couple of days we will have test results. We are not worried, rather we are trusting God, His healing power and His directions for our lives.  We do not like the "unknown"anymore than the next person but God already knows so that is good enough for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the picture is also Peter. He is doing great! Kind of! He has good days and some not so good days.  He has Leukemia but is in remission right now. Over a year ago he had a bone marrow transplant.  We will join Peter in August as part of his team in a Cancer Awareness Relay Walk.&lt;br /&gt;I have said this before, but just in case you haven't heard, Cancer Sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-106113695979996667?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/106113695979996667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=106113695979996667' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/106113695979996667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/106113695979996667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/05/praying-for-healing-for-mama.html' title='Praying For Healing for Mama'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S-IcMQRnBSI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/yVZ9RPEc1YI/s72-c/Me%2BMama%2BPapa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-1994305924424474590</id><published>2010-05-04T07:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T07:15:36.584-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Being your best is optional - Really?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S-AA055iqnI/AAAAAAAAAwI/Kf2l6ZCAvho/s1600/trailer+crp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S-AA055iqnI/AAAAAAAAAwI/Kf2l6ZCAvho/s320/trailer+crp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467370856523147890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Scripture: &lt;i&gt;“So then, because you are lukewarm, and neither cold or hot, I will vomit you out of My mouth.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt; Revelation 3:16&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;My goal is to make Amos a great trail horse.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, if he just does a fair job at it and gets everything I taught him about half right that will be okay. If when I go out to catch him he comes to me most of the time that’s okay. If I have to spend hours catching him some days, I understand, Amos is probably just having a bad day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will just let him slide.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course when we go to load him in the trailer and he kicks at me or fights to stay out of the trailer, I will allow that occasionally.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He may just not feel like going for a ride in the trailer, after all most of the time he does okay.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then once we get where we are going with the trailer and he gives me fits sometimes trying to put the saddle on him and kicks me, I just brush myself off and get up off the ground and say; “that’s okay Amos, your still a great horse!” All I have to say is, will somebody please buy this horse! I would not even claim ownership to a horse that would not be consistent in his behavior.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;God does not want us marginal either. The verse above is just plain scary and blunt. If I don’t get it, I had better wise up soon. God does not want me to be a marginal Christian. He expects me to be an “on fire” Christian. I certainly do not want to be a bad taste in His mouth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I start making excuses about things He wants me to do or just seem to busy, I had better realize that God wants me 100% committed to His service. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;Prayer Thought: Lord, is that you I hear gagging in the background? Sorry, I didn’t think what you asked was such a big deal. Forgive me please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-1994305924424474590?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1994305924424474590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=1994305924424474590' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/1994305924424474590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/1994305924424474590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/05/being-your-best-is-optional-really.html' title='Being your best is optional - Really?!'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S-AA055iqnI/AAAAAAAAAwI/Kf2l6ZCAvho/s72-c/trailer+crp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-1877565116079981592</id><published>2010-04-28T07:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T07:59:19.142-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S9gf52hrd1I/AAAAAAAAAwA/5Z4JsvNwAjo/s1600/boy+skateboard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S9gf52hrd1I/AAAAAAAAAwA/5Z4JsvNwAjo/s320/boy+skateboard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465153226563876690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I get a kick out of that picture! However, I got it with a series of pictures of which the title was, "Where is mom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember as a little boy I was without my mom for several years during the ages 3 through about 7. She had to remain in a "TB Sanitarium" for one stretch of 2 1/2 years and then home briefly and then gone again. I missed mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother's Day is approaching fast. My mom has been gone since 2003. My father since 1980. I miss them both. Yes, I am now an orphan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moms, your kids need you. They need your love, care, and attention. Be a hands-on mom as much as you can. Moms &amp;amp; Dads need time by themselves, I know that and try to help with that. But stop and hug your kids, listen to them, know what they are up to.  If they grab the skate board, it might just be a good idea to see what they are up to.  I have distant memories of mom and dad crashing out the front door of the house as I was screaming or making some "noise"with something that just didn't "sound right". I survived okay - I think.  But that may be debatable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom I miss you! Many would still say to my mom, "You need to check on that boy of yours!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-1877565116079981592?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1877565116079981592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=1877565116079981592' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/1877565116079981592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/1877565116079981592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/04/children.html' title='Children'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S9gf52hrd1I/AAAAAAAAAwA/5Z4JsvNwAjo/s72-c/boy+skateboard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-5606234841752953545</id><published>2010-04-22T12:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T12:16:51.077-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home! Part 2 !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S9Bz4NJ6gEI/AAAAAAAAAv4/n1NVU4f435s/s1600/sunset2+crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S9Bz4NJ6gEI/AAAAAAAAAv4/n1NVU4f435s/s320/sunset2+crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462993757441523778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are home - again. We are blessed to have 3 homes. I guess where we are now is our summer home. We live in Michigan 7 months of the year.  We love the summers here. The picture was taken about 6 blocks, 5 minute walk from the house. We decided to go watch the sunset on Indian Lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our winter home is in Florida. We spend 5 months during the winter in Florida. We love it! We feel blessed to have the 2 homes. Both very different, different set of friends, 2 different churches, we love both. We do different things in both locations to serve Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we have a 3rd home we haven't seen yet - our eternal home. Lots of unanswered questions there. Will mama and I be together there? I don't know.  I hope so - we have been together here for 45 years in July.  Hopefully lots of years to go - either here or in our eternal home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you stop by and visit someday. Anyone of our 3 homes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-5606234841752953545?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5606234841752953545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=5606234841752953545' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/5606234841752953545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/5606234841752953545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/04/home-part-2.html' title='Home! Part 2 !!'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S9Bz4NJ6gEI/AAAAAAAAAv4/n1NVU4f435s/s72-c/sunset2+crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-1473034139045212269</id><published>2010-04-16T21:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T21:56:20.142-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S8kR6kjkM0I/AAAAAAAAAvw/zemP-APo10U/s1600/Frontview0306+sav.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S8kR6kjkM0I/AAAAAAAAAvw/zemP-APo10U/s320/Frontview0306+sav.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460915721106371394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a picture of our Florida home.  It is a 2 bedroom, double bath, central air &amp;amp; heat 14x56 ft mobile home. We love it!!  This picture is 4 years old - I need to take a new picture. But not much has changed.  I look forward to going "home" to Michigan next week, but then we have to leave this one. Next fall I will have the "urge" to get to Florida once the cooler air starts biting. It seems I am always longing to go "home".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am almost 67. I have Parkinson Disease, I have now had a bout with skin cancer.  I sometimes now find myself getting the "urge" to go "home". I know my Heavenly Father already has a date established for me to come home. I wonder when that will be??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you doing?? Have you got a date established yet? Or are you still trying to decide where you want to go? You only have two choices ya know. By the way, I am not trying to rush going home, I am in no real hurry. Besides, I still want to ride horseback this summer. Now if I could take a horse ............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-1473034139045212269?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1473034139045212269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=1473034139045212269' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/1473034139045212269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/1473034139045212269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/04/home.html' title='Home !!'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S8kR6kjkM0I/AAAAAAAAAvw/zemP-APo10U/s72-c/Frontview0306+sav.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-744703107025874463</id><published>2010-04-12T11:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T11:29:42.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile ! Please ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S8M5Ll34ufI/AAAAAAAAAvo/CupMFir_vFc/s1600/Birds+smiling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S8M5Ll34ufI/AAAAAAAAAvo/CupMFir_vFc/s320/Birds+smiling.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459270044611033586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our pastor here in Florida preached a message recently that really hit me hard, and hopefully has changed my life style. Please pray for me that I really get this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked a question, "Do you really think that God looks down on people and smiles at them as they walk with Him?" I thought about mama and know in my heart that God is really pleased with her total commitment to Him and I could not see God do anything but smile as mama walks with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the pastor asked the question that hit me hard. "If God looks down at us and has a loving heart, and smiles at us as we try to serve Him, why do we have a hard time smiling at them?"  Wham, suddenly I thought about the criticisms I have sad to mama, the things that she does that I let upset me, the stupid things I say that pick at her or hurt her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama, please forgive me! I love you very much, you are my best friend and I need to "smile" more at you. You are the best Christian I have ever known. I know Jesus smiles at your walk. I pray that I will smile more as we walk together serving Him.  Mama, you are my best friend, I am sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-744703107025874463?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/744703107025874463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=744703107025874463' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/744703107025874463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/744703107025874463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/04/smile-please.html' title='Smile ! Please ?'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S8M5Ll34ufI/AAAAAAAAAvo/CupMFir_vFc/s72-c/Birds+smiling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-7662341612455642110</id><published>2010-04-08T17:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T18:25:05.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Goodbye -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S75Odu41PCI/AAAAAAAAAvg/fi-YBV0BF5A/s1600/200px-Cardinal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S75Odu41PCI/AAAAAAAAAvg/fi-YBV0BF5A/s320/200px-Cardinal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457886071129193506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was a tough day, but yet, a good day.  My friend Paul, who is in a nursing home is now in  Hospice care.  He is alert, talkative and able to sit in his wheelchair. Seems to be pain free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Paul seven years ago. At the time he was single. A year later he married Nella. They were both excited and mama and I attended their wedding. Within 2 years (2006) Paul developed Parkinson disease, I was already being affected by Parkinson myself.  However, Paul's bout with Parkinson was taking a heavier toll.  By 2008 he was placed in a nursing home, struggling to control movement of any kind.  This past week he was advised by his medical care group he would be getting additional care from Hospice. His body is building with fluid faster than it can remove it - not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In December 2008, I put a bird feeder outside his window.  It is in a good location and has a good variety of birds stopping by. Today was no exception - except for what happened when a pair of mated cardinals stopped by.  Spring is in the air and the female is certainly getting ready to lay her eggs and raise her family.The male let her have full access to the feeder and seemed to be keeping other birds away as she fed at the feeder. He stayed on the ground and fed there. Then something I had never seen before happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The male cardinal flew up to the feeder tray from the ground, opened his beak and fed his mate the choice sun flower seeds he had found on the ground. Then he returned to the ground and repeated this activity several times. Paul and I just stared as we watched the male Cardinal take care of his mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reminded Paul that God is watching over each of us and cares for us as well.  I am so thankful that as my days go by that I have a Heavenly Father that watches over me.  It also reminded me of how important it is that we watch out for each other. God bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-7662341612455642110?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7662341612455642110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=7662341612455642110' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/7662341612455642110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/7662341612455642110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/04/saying-goodbye.html' title='Saying Goodbye -'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S75Odu41PCI/AAAAAAAAAvg/fi-YBV0BF5A/s72-c/200px-Cardinal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-6089165671365586781</id><published>2010-04-02T19:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T19:26:56.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Master's Touch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S7Z4h3vMkQI/AAAAAAAAAvY/9liO3fh1YBg/s1600/LeAnn+Fire+crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S7Z4h3vMkQI/AAAAAAAAAvY/9liO3fh1YBg/s320/LeAnn+Fire+crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455680521898856706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I took the grand kids and my daughter to &lt;a href="http://www.steenslookingglass.com"&gt;LeAnn's&lt;/a&gt; Art Studio.  We had a fabulous time! LeAnn, a close friend, showed our family how she takes a rod of glass that looks like nothing, puts that glass under an extremely hot open flame, and then changes it into a design that she has in her mind. We watched as she made two different kinds of Christmas tree ornaments. I noticed on her display table several Christmas ornaments for sale. Several were similar in style, yet each was unique maybe with just a little different twist, or maybe a little longer. We were amazed watching the "Master" at work. We purchased several Christmas ornaments, a glass princess standing on a sea shell, and a set of snowmen ear rings for my daughter.  Sara got a necklace made of two glass candy korns! Blake, my grandson ordered a free standing dark blue fish that will have red spots !! Cool!! She will make that next week and I will deliver it to Blake when we go back to Michigan later this month.  Yes, it was amazing to watch the Master at work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking this Easter Season that the Master (Christ) has not only came to redeem us from our sins but He wants to mold our lives to serve Him. He looks at each of us and has a unique/design for each of us. Sometimes He puts us through the fire and we don't like that. And yet, as I look back at the times He has put me through the fire I was able to learn from it and move on.  Yes, it is amazing to watch the Master at work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-6089165671365586781?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6089165671365586781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=6089165671365586781' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/6089165671365586781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/6089165671365586781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/04/masters-touch.html' title='The Master&apos;s Touch!'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S7Z4h3vMkQI/AAAAAAAAAvY/9liO3fh1YBg/s72-c/LeAnn+Fire+crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-5439500844418532891</id><published>2010-03-29T11:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T12:02:59.728-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S7DNXidgRyI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/uKK1c_mM-Gg/s1600/Syd+truck+crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S7DNXidgRyI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/uKK1c_mM-Gg/s320/Syd+truck+crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454084953016911650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet one of my three grand kids! Sydney! As I type this all three of my grand kids are somewhere in Kentucky on their way here! They left early this morning with mommy, daddy stayed home to work to pay for the trip! Ha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture was taken last 4th of July. That is Papa's old truck decorated up for a parade.Sydney rode in the back to throw out candy! We had fun, I drove the truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They should arrive here in Florida very late tonight. Please pray that they have a safe trip here. Mama is very excited and running around making sure all is ready for grand children! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way - Go Michigan State Spartans!! Final Four again! This is the 6th Final Four trip in 12 years!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-5439500844418532891?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5439500844418532891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=5439500844418532891' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/5439500844418532891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/5439500844418532891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/03/best.html' title='The Best!'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S7DNXidgRyI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/uKK1c_mM-Gg/s72-c/Syd+truck+crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-8690501091483358039</id><published>2010-03-26T04:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T04:42:21.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Any Story Suggestions??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S6xwtIFMJzI/AAAAAAAAAvI/gS8sVJSMxRY/s1600/scarface0310+crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S6xwtIFMJzI/AAAAAAAAAvI/gS8sVJSMxRY/s320/scarface0310+crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452857169404503858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was shocked when we removed the bandage yesterday! That cut goes clear to the top of my forehead! Aiiii! It does look like it will heal okay with a minimum of scarring - do not want to mess up my baby face!! LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in my life did I figure soaking up some sun rays would lead to this!!  Hopefully I can keep from having this done again!! This boy is covering up!! I will not be the guy lying on the beach in Speedo briefs trying to make Tan lines!! Nope! Giving that up! Just hope the previous stupid Sun damage is not too severe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you doing with your innocent choices? No harm done - right? Are you sure? I guess in 1964, when laying on the beaches in Southern Italy at 21 years of age - I really didn't think it was a bad choice - well, it was, but it took me 45 years to realize it! Come on folks, we can do better with our choices! After all, we serve a Savior who needs our help - lets do better with our choices so we do not harm ourselves - or others!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-8690501091483358039?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8690501091483358039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=8690501091483358039' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/8690501091483358039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/8690501091483358039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/03/any-story-suggestions.html' title='Any Story Suggestions??'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S6xwtIFMJzI/AAAAAAAAAvI/gS8sVJSMxRY/s72-c/scarface0310+crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-4385327664834248960</id><published>2010-03-24T04:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T04:32:46.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A real Pain!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I had MOHS Surgery to remove a Basal Cell Carcinoma spot just over my right eye brow - skin cancer.  Surgery went well - but had a lot of pain and right now I can't sleep!  It is 4AM! They took 45 minutes just to close it up with stitches!  I no longer have that pretty face!! LOL! Only time will tell what kind of scar I have - but I will have one and probably see it every time I look in the mirror.  That's what I get for laying in the sun as a foolish kid years ago. I really abused my body with the sun and now I am paying for it - very dumb choice wasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin is like that. Most sin catches up with us.  The good news is that Christ will quickly forgive us of our sin if we but repent. He wipes the slate clean - and remembers them no more. Aren't you glad that when our sins are forgiven that we also remember them no more?? WRONG!! Not only are they in our memory banks, but many of the scars we take through life - I know I have some of those as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not today repent of any sin you have in your life? Get them forgiven and correct the mistakes you can and then move on. The memories? Scars? Let them be reminders that God forgives and will help us to make the right choices now if we follow Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-4385327664834248960?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4385327664834248960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=4385327664834248960' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/4385327664834248960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/4385327664834248960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/03/real-pain.html' title='A real Pain!'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-3183876077544340490</id><published>2010-03-19T18:51:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T19:40:08.307-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not my Best Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S6QBOkeGJQI/AAAAAAAAAvA/C13o-UhMzGQ/s1600-h/both+trail+crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S6QBOkeGJQI/AAAAAAAAAvA/C13o-UhMzGQ/s320/both+trail+crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450482798844847362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi - I'd rather be riding Amos right now - missed you today buddy. I am sure Susan is taking good care of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my skin specialist called and said that the biopsy they did last Tuesday came back positive for Basal Cell Carcinoma - skin cancer but very treatable. The location is just above my right eye brow.  Tuesday the 23rd they will do out patient surgery and I will have better info then. I will require stitches so I am still hoping mama will recognize me when they get done. ha! I Will have to come up with some story about how I got the scar on my face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would appreciate your prayers, but flowers are not necessary - yet.  However cards with cash or a box of chocolate would be appreciated. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-3183876077544340490?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3183876077544340490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=3183876077544340490' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/3183876077544340490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/3183876077544340490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-my-best-day.html' title='Not my Best Day!'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S6QBOkeGJQI/AAAAAAAAAvA/C13o-UhMzGQ/s72-c/both+trail+crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-8555513238892336797</id><published>2010-03-15T12:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T12:35:28.595-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A beautiful Song! A great message!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DSKnkqAOhpA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DSKnkqAOhpA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pie Jesu                                 (Merciful Jesus)  Qui tolis peccata munda       (Who takes away the sins of the world)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dona eis requiem                  (Grant them rest).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Angus Dei                              (Lamb of God)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Qui tollos peccata mundi      (Who takes away the sins of the world)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dona eis requiem (                 Grant them rest)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sempiternam.                        (Everlasting).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I saw this video on another blog. Ed, a good friend of mine had this posted on his blog and I really think it has a great message.  I like that we serve a Merciful Savior (Jesus). A savior that takes away the sin of the world.  And that He is an everlasting Savior!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks Ed for sharing this song on your blog - it is beautiful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the way folks, Ed is an Atheist. Did I mention that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-8555513238892336797?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8555513238892336797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=8555513238892336797' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/8555513238892336797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/8555513238892336797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/03/beautiful-song-great-message.html' title='A beautiful Song! A great message!'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-7465829602917008366</id><published>2010-03-14T21:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T21:53:59.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We have the crud!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S52QktXf6EI/AAAAAAAAAu4/2VLnl2sBJOk/s1600-h/EagleChick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S52QktXf6EI/AAAAAAAAAu4/2VLnl2sBJOk/s320/EagleChick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448670084516014146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not really feeling good today. Mama started this thing last week and yesterday I got it! Yuk! I am not a happy camper.  We both are feeling miserable. Not what I would call deathly sick. Just miserable enough to feel bad, but not sick enough to go to a doctor. Just lay around waiting for it to go away and hoping when you wake up you will be 100% better - and yet doubt that will happen. It is now almost 10PM and I need to go to bed and pray this too shall pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its kind of like not having Christ in your life.  You think you are okay, but yet you really are miserable. Your not that bad that you want do something about it. Yeah, your friends tell you that you should do something about it - but - well - if it gets worse maybe I will, hopefully it will just pass - Maybe in the morning, when I wake up this feeling will go away.  No rush, I can make it. Good night everyone - say, what's that loud trumpet sound ???????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-7465829602917008366?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7465829602917008366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=7465829602917008366' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/7465829602917008366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/7465829602917008366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-have-crud.html' title='We have the crud!'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S52QktXf6EI/AAAAAAAAAu4/2VLnl2sBJOk/s72-c/EagleChick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-2264947400469450333</id><published>2010-03-10T07:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T07:41:28.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Horses!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S5eNl-w3L0I/AAAAAAAAAuw/DlKYPKJWNbs/s1600-h/2555+2-10-10.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S5eNl-w3L0I/AAAAAAAAAuw/DlKYPKJWNbs/s320/2555+2-10-10.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446977957970521922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love horses - especially newborn's. The picture shown is actually a wild Mustang foal. Odds in life are less than 50/50 that he will make it.  In other words, since this photo, probably taken last summer - he is most likely dead. How sad. He may have been preyed upon by a Mountain Lion or another predator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When they are young, they play hard - enjoy life! They can run fast! They will suddenly find themselves away from the safety of their mothers and the herd - and just outside that safe area - the predator waits. Mothers warn them but they ignore the warnings and then its too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do the same. We fail to recognize the dangers out there and ignore the signs. Maybe it is a flash of pornography that has found a way to catch your attention.  It could just be someone who steps into your life when you feel a void in a relationship that is not fulfilling your life. Then you find yourself making a poor choice destroying relationships - maybe even lives of children because you did not recognize the dangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, make right choices and watch for the dangers of sin.  Sin is destructive but Christ can restore.  If you have made bad choices you can still make good choices. Today the tempter  will await and seek whom he may devour.  Do not let it be you - run to the Savior.  You say "its too late!" NO its not - if you just read this, that means God has just given you another chance and He wants you to make a right choice - right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-2264947400469450333?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2264947400469450333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=2264947400469450333' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/2264947400469450333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/2264947400469450333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-love-horses.html' title='I Love Horses!'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S5eNl-w3L0I/AAAAAAAAAuw/DlKYPKJWNbs/s72-c/2555+2-10-10.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-7168072235953239938</id><published>2010-03-06T20:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T20:18:58.829-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Precious Grand Daughter - Love you~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-565d582b157390e9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D565d582b157390e9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329892103%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DFC243A99454DF37F113AAEC66BD28AB236F7DA6.518C77E9D8B10C81B8A328B794E5BE7967474366%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D565d582b157390e9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlgCxEunAs6G6dhmTPBoafTgFlVg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D565d582b157390e9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329892103%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DFC243A99454DF37F113AAEC66BD28AB236F7DA6.518C77E9D8B10C81B8A328B794E5BE7967474366%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D565d582b157390e9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlgCxEunAs6G6dhmTPBoafTgFlVg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;v This is Papa's precious grand daughter!  She will be 9 in 2 weeks.  She has  a tender heart just like her Papa.  She just loves to hug you and kiss your neck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has such  sweet and tender voice and a smile that just melts your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Syd!  See you in a couple of weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-7168072235953239938?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7168072235953239938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=7168072235953239938' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/7168072235953239938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/7168072235953239938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-ptecious-grand-daughter-love-you.html' title='My Precious Grand Daughter - Love you~~'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-6380281399399145320</id><published>2010-03-03T15:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T15:32:43.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you good at what you do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S47FZvqDkiI/AAAAAAAAAuo/nKtuvtQ2pKM/s1600-h/Mustang19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S47FZvqDkiI/AAAAAAAAAuo/nKtuvtQ2pKM/s320/Mustang19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444506045617771042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;Scripture: &lt;i&gt;“Show me your ways, O LORD; teach me your paths.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;Psalms 25:4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;I have been around horses off and on for many years. When I decided to purchase my present horse the question that I was asked often was; “How experienced as a rider are you?” In other words how much experience have you had handling horses?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That was a tough question for me to answer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As a young person growing up on a farm I had learned from my father how to care and handle horses. I became what I considered an excellent horseback rider. Now many years later I had to rethink my experience with horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; Over the next few months I realized that my previous “experience” was now lacking! I still remembered what I had learned, but crawling back into a saddle was now a new experience. I bounced all over the place and had very limited control. I decided that I could not rely on my past experiences to now kick in and make me that top-notch rider I thought I could be.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As a result, I am reading horsemanship books, going to training sessions, working on a horse rescue ranch and riding a horse that is safe for an in-experienced rider to learn on – Amos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;I have been learning through the years as a Christian that this walk with Jesus is a new experience each day. Just when I think I have all the experience I need, I learn something new or do something that I shouldn’t. I am learning that as a Christian I still need to read God’s word and pray daily. If I just rely on my past experiences I may just get into trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;By the way, the horse in the picture is a wild Mustang that has been trained by the young lady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;Prayer Thought: Hopefully today I will use my time to develop my Christian experience.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-6380281399399145320?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6380281399399145320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=6380281399399145320' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/6380281399399145320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/6380281399399145320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/03/are-you-good-at-what-you-do.html' title='Are you good at what you do?'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S47FZvqDkiI/AAAAAAAAAuo/nKtuvtQ2pKM/s72-c/Mustang19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-7266995341901759492</id><published>2010-02-28T20:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T20:35:44.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you need a bath?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S4sWyjUj1uI/AAAAAAAAAug/gfv3dU_NTb4/s1600-h/bthrm-lux-master-rs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S4sWyjUj1uI/AAAAAAAAAug/gfv3dU_NTb4/s320/bthrm-lux-master-rs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443469632338122466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We live in a single wide trailer here in Florida. It is nice and comy for mama and I but the bathtub was very uncomfortable - a pain! Last year we pulled the tub out and put in a walk-in shower very nice. But I miss a good bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell anyone but when in Michigan I love to soak in a tub and love the bubble bath stuff - I love to relax and soak it in. Well, this morning I took a bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was sitting in church the Holy Spirit just washed all over me. It wasn't a shower, it was a real soaking. It lasted almost the whole morning. I needed that.  His presence overwhelmed me and I just soaked it up. I wept, I laughed, I wiped away many a tear and yet rejoiced in God's presence. It was one of those special moments with my Lord. I hope you had a bath today. I sure enjoyed mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-7266995341901759492?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7266995341901759492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=7266995341901759492' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/7266995341901759492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/7266995341901759492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/02/do-you-need-bath.html' title='Do you need a bath?'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S4sWyjUj1uI/AAAAAAAAAug/gfv3dU_NTb4/s72-c/bthrm-lux-master-rs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-3860992830097904630</id><published>2010-02-24T07:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T07:37:01.021-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven Bound</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S4UdCgQCm9I/AAAAAAAAAuY/AkK_ENOdyrw/s1600-h/Sus+bridge+b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S4UdCgQCm9I/AAAAAAAAAuY/AkK_ENOdyrw/s320/Sus+bridge+b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441787653601270738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Scripture: &lt;i&gt;“Because of the hope which is laid up for you in heaven …” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Colossians 1:5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Riding Amos is heavenly! I love horses and to be on a wooded trail on horseback is heavenly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All the hours that I will spend with Amos will be so that we can go trail riding. The training is all preparation for him and I to enjoy the ride. Even the trailer loading training, which is nerve wracking for any horse, is done with trail riding in mind. When he backs out of that trailer, he knows it is time for a heavenly trail ride. I am not sure what he enjoys best, my company? Probably not, rather the company of other horses that are there getting ready for the trail ride as well.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;The irony of it all is that when Amos was born and started his “training” he had no comprehension of what trail riding was all about.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And through all the years of training he had no idea what a trail ride was until he finally got to participate and go on one.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;You and I are in training for our arrival at our heavenly home. Although we know in part where we are going, I don’t think we have any comprehension of what this “heavenly” place is or what it is all about.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not even the best of theologians can agree on this one. I know I am excited to know what my heavenly Father has in store for me for eternity. Wouldn’t it be sad to screw up my training here on earth and miss it!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Prayer Thought:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I pray that today I will be a good student.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-3860992830097904630?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3860992830097904630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=3860992830097904630' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/3860992830097904630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/3860992830097904630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/02/heaven-bound.html' title='Heaven Bound'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S4UdCgQCm9I/AAAAAAAAAuY/AkK_ENOdyrw/s72-c/Sus+bridge+b.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-8911868233930912262</id><published>2010-02-20T20:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T21:13:44.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Down &amp; Out? Well Maybe not!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YqlQS5CCmwI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YqlQS5CCmwI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when we think life has hit us the hardest is when we need to really get going! I admit at times when things seem the roughest I want to just give up - but I refuse.  I struggle with my attitude with Parkinson Disease more than the disease itself.  This next week I am going to really try and kick an exercise program in gear - based primarily on bike riding. Starting with 5 miles a day or better. How are you doing with your attitude when life seems tough? Feel trapped? Be confident - remember two important things - 1) God is Sovereign!  2) All His resources are at your disposal! Never give up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-8911868233930912262?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8911868233930912262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=8911868233930912262' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/8911868233930912262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/8911868233930912262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/02/down-out-well-maybe-not.html' title='Down &amp; Out? Well Maybe not!!'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-8976654420789359959</id><published>2010-02-14T21:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:24:34.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It All Comes Down to    A       Choice!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xZyCH-qkDPs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xZyCH-qkDPs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choices R Mine - thought about that a lot today - Valentines Day.  How are you doing with your choices?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will go through the day making choices.  I am not facing any major decisions so no problem. Wrong, even though my choices may be simple - easy,  that does not guarantee that my choices will be the best.  We need to be in prayer each day that God will guide us as we make choices that will come along our path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day tomorrow! And remember tomorrow is already here - it's in Australia right now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-8976654420789359959?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8976654420789359959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=8976654420789359959' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/8976654420789359959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/8976654420789359959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-all-comes-down-to-choice.html' title='It All Comes Down to    A       Choice!'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-5283120501040872536</id><published>2010-02-11T18:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T18:54:32.435-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion for ---</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S3SUd69c8PI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/BdGzWgKdDFk/s1600-h/tabltop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S3SUd69c8PI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/BdGzWgKdDFk/s320/tabltop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437133891907154162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my son Jeff Snowboarding.  Would you believe this is a picture of him at his first attempt at snowboarding?? Well its not!! No Jeff has been snowboarding for several years and loves it.  He has competed in some snowboarding events and has even been ranked nationally.  He has a good board, does his best when he practices as much as he can. He even developed his own brand of wax to try and improve his speed. He wants to be at his best - so he works at it. He has books, magazines and even DVD's about snowboarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I profess to be a Christian and I say I have a "passion for my lord".  I wonder if I really, really do? Lets see - what determines if I have that passion? I guess it requires my time - that is if I can squeeze in a little of that.   Oh, probably should read something about it- I guess maybe my Bible?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe go to church? Naw, I can serve Christ with a passion without that - right? I mean, I need to be out in "the mission field"!! Maybe I could go once in awhile to worship for maybe an hour or so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well gotta go now - not much going on tonite, guess I will watch a little TV. Don't want to miss my favorite shows!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-5283120501040872536?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5283120501040872536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=5283120501040872536' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/5283120501040872536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/5283120501040872536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/02/passion-for.html' title='Passion for ---'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S3SUd69c8PI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/BdGzWgKdDFk/s72-c/tabltop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273380153597715864.post-6400738168381306294</id><published>2010-02-06T12:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T12:50:09.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk on!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S22rjP74hBI/AAAAAAAAAuI/z1RobucIu5Q/s1600-h/Amos+out+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S22rjP74hBI/AAAAAAAAAuI/z1RobucIu5Q/s320/Amos+out+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435188947367527442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Scripture:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“…how beautiful are the feet of those who preach the gospel of peace...” Romans 10:15 &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;When considering buying Amos, one of the very first things I looked at was his feet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A horse with problems in their feet is a serious issue.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Amos’ feet are fine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There were no cracks, no open sores, well trimmed and he walked on them fine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I am going to ride Amos any distance on a trail I want his feet to be in tip top condition. I want his feet to take me any&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;place I want to go. When I was in my teens I had a horse whose feet went lame. I had to get off that horse and walk him home very carefully – 6 miles! Not what I had intended.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;My feet need to take me where God wants me to go. - I wonder what my feet would say to me if they could talk and make spiritual conversation with me. Would they say; “Jim, why did you take me there today??” Would they be pleased with our journey?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Amos’ feet are critical to him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Without the use of his feet he cannot go anywhere. Fortunately for you and I, even if we have lost mobility because of a foot problem, we can still make a spiritual journey each day. How was your journey yesterday? Why not look down at your feet and say, “were you proud of me yesterday?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe today you can even do better.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Prayer Thought: Before I take another step Lord, help me to make sure I am going where you want me to go.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273380153597715864-6400738168381306294?l=choicesrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6400738168381306294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273380153597715864&amp;postID=6400738168381306294' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/6400738168381306294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273380153597715864/posts/default/6400738168381306294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicesrmine.blogspot.com/2010/02/walk-on.html' title='Walk on!!'/><author><name>Indian Lake Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361870682375345469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P74Xb0hZ3LA/TxrO9Jj11eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IhsjBK2VJ5Y/s220/Jim%2BAmos%2B10%2B09c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtzp0W4GjH0/S22rjP74hBI/AAAAAAAAAuI/z1RobucIu5Q/s72-c/Amos+out+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry></feed>
