<?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-315822789888650314</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:27:08.895-05:00</updated><category term='wisdom'/><category term='Decisions'/><title type='text'>faholojope</title><subtitle type='html'>faith, hope, love, joy &amp;amp; peace</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315822789888650314/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>RevL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01317221479667934621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUk6Wt-umCY/SW-3SBTXaiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y2Xk0qK7atY/S220/vacation+2008-038.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315822789888650314.post-8498829768903472421</id><published>2010-04-22T07:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T07:47:49.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>525,600</title><content type='html'>How do you measure a life? In the musical “Rent” the cast sings, “525,600 minutes-how do you measure, measure a year? In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee, in inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife. In 525,600 minutes-how do you measure a year in the life?” Think for a moment: How do you measure a life? What is important to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all given the same gift of time. There are 525,600 minutes in 365 days. The older we get, the more the moments and the days and even the years seem to run together. How do you mark what is important? The song quoted above answers this way: “How about love? Measure in love. Seasons of love…” The love we share, the relationships we participate in, the friendships we enjoy are what give light and life to our moments and our days. We’ve all experienced how time seems to fly when we are with a loved one and conversely, how minutes drag on like days when we are apart. The trick is to make each moment count because all we are really given is this time right now. We can’t project 525,600 minutes into the future; all we have is this present moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Psalm 103, the psalm writer reminds us that human beings are as inconsequential as dust and as ephemeral as a flower of the field. “The wind passes over it, and it is gone, and its place knows it no more.” We human beings are uncomfortable with this notion of impermanence. We like to think that our lives mean something, that we leave a lasting legacy, that somehow we make our mark as we pass through life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, my family and I celebrated my father’s life. My dad passed away after a long battle with Parkinson’s disease. Because my father fought so long and so hard, I had a lot of time to reflect on how to measure a life. As his physical body became weaker, Dad’s spirit remained strong. The essential qualities of his personality were not diminished even as his strength waned. The stories we shared at his funeral were all about the relationships that he had with each one of us and the love we shared. As one of my sisters said, “Dad made each one of us feel we were his favorite!” That’s a wonderful testimony to loving relationships. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As special as my father was, he wasn’t perfect. But our Heavenly Father is.  The Bible assures us of this over and over again. Psalm 103 continues, “The steadfast love of the Lord is from everlasting to everlasting.” I can’t imagine a love more all-encompassing than from everlasting to everlasting! If you are feeling lonely and far from God, the good news is that God loves you, right now, just as you are! God loves you from everlasting to everlasting. May you experience this love all the moments of all your days. Blessings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/315822789888650314-8498829768903472421?l=faholojope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/feeds/8498829768903472421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/2010/04/525600.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315822789888650314/posts/default/8498829768903472421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315822789888650314/posts/default/8498829768903472421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/2010/04/525600.html' title='525,600'/><author><name>RevL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01317221479667934621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUk6Wt-umCY/SW-3SBTXaiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y2Xk0qK7atY/S220/vacation+2008-038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315822789888650314.post-4982075609515280690</id><published>2010-03-07T21:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T21:47:21.351-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The meaning of life</title><content type='html'>...is not in the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;...is not in the bag of chips.&lt;br /&gt;...is not in the candy jar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...could be found with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;...could be found in learning something new.&lt;br /&gt;...could be found sharing a smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/315822789888650314-4982075609515280690?l=faholojope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/feeds/4982075609515280690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/2010/03/meaning-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315822789888650314/posts/default/4982075609515280690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315822789888650314/posts/default/4982075609515280690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/2010/03/meaning-of-life.html' title='The meaning of life'/><author><name>RevL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01317221479667934621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUk6Wt-umCY/SW-3SBTXaiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y2Xk0qK7atY/S220/vacation+2008-038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315822789888650314.post-265734141403330462</id><published>2010-03-04T10:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T10:09:32.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>March Fourth</title><content type='html'>Today is my favorite non-holiday day of the year!&lt;br /&gt;Walkers unite and...MARCH FORTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, I bought a car one year ago, so...&lt;br /&gt;I march forth with FOCUS!&lt;br /&gt;(A red Ford Focus, that is!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun and remember, life is all about the process.&lt;br /&gt;Join the procession and march forth, with focus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/315822789888650314-265734141403330462?l=faholojope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/feeds/265734141403330462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-fourth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315822789888650314/posts/default/265734141403330462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315822789888650314/posts/default/265734141403330462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-fourth.html' title='March Fourth'/><author><name>RevL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01317221479667934621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUk6Wt-umCY/SW-3SBTXaiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y2Xk0qK7atY/S220/vacation+2008-038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315822789888650314.post-7608101164372883032</id><published>2010-01-16T14:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T14:32:49.807-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2010!</title><content type='html'>As we open our new calendars, hang them on the wall, and contemplate the pretty picture and the blank spaces just waiting to be filled with appointments, birthdays, meeting times and reminder notes, let’s take time to reflect. Remember all experiences that the past year has brought, give thanks for the present, and look forward with hope to the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try summarizing 2009. What do you remember about the previous January? What stands out in February? Where were you last March? Try to jot down at least one outstanding event from each month. Now count your blessings. What are you especially thankful for today? What do you love about the stage of life you’re in right now? How do you spend your time and who do you spend it with? As the New Year dawns on the horizon, to what are you looking forward? What opportunities do you anticipate? Are you open to the unexpected surprises that life inevitably brings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revelation 21:5 states, “Behold, I am making all things new.” God offers you an invitation to a new life that’s even better than a blank calendar page. God chooses to dwell with us and calls us to be God’s people. This means that God is not a far-off, remote deity but a living presence within each of us. The Holy Spirit empowers us to live lives of grace and courage, wisdom and hope. We rely on God’s grace and we reflect that grace to each person we encounter. God’s Spirit gives us courage to make changes and wisdom to discern the right choices. Our hope does not spring from our own power but from God’s power and love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you don’t have such good memories of 2009. Possibly your hopes for 2010 are dim. The God who is making all things new is powerful. God promises to “give water as a gift from the spring of the water of life.” (Revelation 21: 6) If you feel that your life is dry as the desert and your spirit is parched, let this promise from God flood your soul. Begin today to believe that God is doing a new thing in your life. If you have developed habits that are destroying you, ask God to help you change them. If you are surrounded by people who put you down and steal your joy, ask God for the courage to make new friends. If you feel lonely and in despair, know that God’s words are “trustworthy and true.” (Revelation 21:5) You are not alone; God is with you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/315822789888650314-7608101164372883032?l=faholojope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/feeds/7608101164372883032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315822789888650314/posts/default/7608101164372883032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315822789888650314/posts/default/7608101164372883032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-2010.html' title='Happy New Year 2010!'/><author><name>RevL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01317221479667934621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUk6Wt-umCY/SW-3SBTXaiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y2Xk0qK7atY/S220/vacation+2008-038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315822789888650314.post-8671749588583178151</id><published>2010-01-02T00:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T01:09:56.129-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking up some love</title><content type='html'>I've cooked and baked more in the past two weeks than I have all year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Christmas parties and gifts I made: Rice Krispie treats with M &amp; Ms, date-nut balls, Barvarian chocolate mints, cranberry nut crunch with white chocolate, chocolate oatmeal surprise cookies, sugar cookies, peanut butter balls, chocolate dipped pretzels, a chocolate mint cheese ball and a cinnamon roll X-mas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For New Year celebrations I made: potato-corn chowder, turkey noodle soup, roasted vegetable dip, two pumpkin pies, fluff, and more cranberry nut crunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/315822789888650314-8671749588583178151?l=faholojope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/feeds/8671749588583178151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/2010/01/cooking-up-some-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315822789888650314/posts/default/8671749588583178151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315822789888650314/posts/default/8671749588583178151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/2010/01/cooking-up-some-love.html' title='Cooking up some love'/><author><name>RevL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01317221479667934621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUk6Wt-umCY/SW-3SBTXaiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y2Xk0qK7atY/S220/vacation+2008-038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315822789888650314.post-3402513934872100729</id><published>2010-01-02T00:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T00:59:37.889-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>2009 will be remembered as the year I was diagnosed with 4 (yep, four) serious health issues and the resulting consequences, surgery and recovery, and major lifestyle changes. I lost 30+ pounds, some sleep, a lot of hair, and two teenage boys. (Riff &amp; Raff graduated from high school and went to college in a town 2 1/2 hours from home...they are not "lost" permanently...just growing up!)&lt;br /&gt;I also participated in the trip of a lifetime=mission trip to Israel! The experiences and people will live in my memory forever.&lt;br /&gt;I love New Year's Day! Opening the new calendar with its blank pages so full of possiblity ignites hope and energy within. I reflect on the past, give thanks for the present, and look forward to the future.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all the best and less of the mess in 2010!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/315822789888650314-3402513934872100729?l=faholojope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/feeds/3402513934872100729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315822789888650314/posts/default/3402513934872100729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315822789888650314/posts/default/3402513934872100729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>RevL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01317221479667934621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUk6Wt-umCY/SW-3SBTXaiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y2Xk0qK7atY/S220/vacation+2008-038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315822789888650314.post-463839823091150265</id><published>2009-12-06T01:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T01:52:08.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirty years of...</title><content type='html'>Tonight I went to a Christmas concert. Amidst the lovely music was a tribute to a person who has been a vital part of the organization for 30 years. Thirty years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What constancy! What commitment! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got me thinking: what have I done for thirty years or any significant length of time? I've changed careers 6 or 7 times. I've moved 15 times. Gotten married and divorced (once each). Shared my home with five cats and three dogs (not at the same time). Driven/owned 11 different vehicles. Raised three wonderful children (now young adults). Worshipped in at least 8 churches regularly. Gotten immersed in at least five consuming hobbies. Traveled to eight countries and had amazing experiences. Been friends with more people than I can count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the only constant in my life is CHANGE!!! And the assurance that God is with me through it all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/315822789888650314-463839823091150265?l=faholojope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/feeds/463839823091150265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/2009/12/thirty-years-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315822789888650314/posts/default/463839823091150265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315822789888650314/posts/default/463839823091150265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/2009/12/thirty-years-of.html' title='Thirty years of...'/><author><name>RevL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01317221479667934621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUk6Wt-umCY/SW-3SBTXaiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y2Xk0qK7atY/S220/vacation+2008-038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315822789888650314.post-961342052283845695</id><published>2009-11-04T00:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T01:03:18.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'>llama song</title><content type='html'>This is for my mom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/llama&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/315822789888650314-961342052283845695?l=faholojope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/feeds/961342052283845695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/2009/11/llama-song.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315822789888650314/posts/default/961342052283845695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315822789888650314/posts/default/961342052283845695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/2009/11/llama-song.html' title='llama song'/><author><name>RevL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01317221479667934621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUk6Wt-umCY/SW-3SBTXaiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y2Xk0qK7atY/S220/vacation+2008-038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315822789888650314.post-3190454190951521610</id><published>2009-10-29T17:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T17:33:38.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When the tears come...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FUk6Wt-umCY/SuoYJ4xeqaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/i67hhFsYwnU/s1600-h/Bethlehem+09+338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FUk6Wt-umCY/SuoYJ4xeqaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/i67hhFsYwnU/s320/Bethlehem+09+338.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398153661494765986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life comes at you&lt;br /&gt;   thick and fast.&lt;br /&gt;New awareness beams in&lt;br /&gt;   like a hot Bethlehem sun.&lt;br /&gt;The shock of living&lt;br /&gt;   in an occupied territory&lt;br /&gt;Beats against American&lt;br /&gt;   Ignorance and self-absorption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spiritual blessings&lt;br /&gt;   of walking where Jesus walked;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting people who witness&lt;br /&gt;   their faith everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Tendering relationships,&lt;br /&gt;   exchanging addresses and promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepless nights,&lt;br /&gt;   when the tears come,&lt;br /&gt;      God is there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/315822789888650314-3190454190951521610?l=faholojope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/feeds/3190454190951521610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-tears-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315822789888650314/posts/default/3190454190951521610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315822789888650314/posts/default/3190454190951521610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-tears-come.html' title='When the tears come...'/><author><name>RevL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01317221479667934621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUk6Wt-umCY/SW-3SBTXaiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y2Xk0qK7atY/S220/vacation+2008-038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FUk6Wt-umCY/SuoYJ4xeqaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/i67hhFsYwnU/s72-c/Bethlehem+09+338.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315822789888650314.post-6797136230656143482</id><published>2009-08-25T09:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T09:58:25.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in a band!</title><content type='html'>I've said this before. &lt;br /&gt;I'm in the band...St. Charles West H.S.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go to band practice...Marching Mizzou.&lt;br /&gt;Even said, "I'm with the band," while waiting for my boyfriend to play a gig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now "I'm in a band" means a gastric lap band. It's called the Realize Band, maybe because it's designed to help me realize I feel full with significantly less food.&lt;br /&gt;I've lost 22 pounds in six weeks! and I look and feel better!&lt;br /&gt;Best band ever!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/315822789888650314-6797136230656143482?l=faholojope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/feeds/6797136230656143482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-in-band.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315822789888650314/posts/default/6797136230656143482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315822789888650314/posts/default/6797136230656143482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-in-band.html' title='I&apos;m in a band!'/><author><name>RevL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01317221479667934621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUk6Wt-umCY/SW-3SBTXaiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y2Xk0qK7atY/S220/vacation+2008-038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315822789888650314.post-5361273284238868254</id><published>2009-07-22T10:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T10:46:12.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Being or Human Doing?</title><content type='html'>Am I a human being or a human doing? What are you?&lt;br /&gt;For most of my life I have thrived on lists: lists of things to do, to read, to shop, places to go, calls to make, work projects, and goals to accomplish. &lt;br /&gt;It was a pleasure to vanquish each day's list, checking items off as I rushed along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gift of this summer has been a time of extended healing after surgery, slowing down and listening to my body. The first week I felt an inner peace stretching out as I focused on caring for my body in new ways. My spirit felt so grateful that I resolved to maintain that peace, even after I returned to work. To my surprise, I've been able to sustain that inner peace for three weeks now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctors are always telling me to reduce stress. It's been on my to-do list for a long time. Can I finally check it off?&lt;br /&gt;I still make lists, but I'm not as attached to them. That's the gift of being 47.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/315822789888650314-5361273284238868254?l=faholojope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/feeds/5361273284238868254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/2009/07/human-being-or-human-doing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315822789888650314/posts/default/5361273284238868254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315822789888650314/posts/default/5361273284238868254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/2009/07/human-being-or-human-doing.html' title='Human Being or Human Doing?'/><author><name>RevL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01317221479667934621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUk6Wt-umCY/SW-3SBTXaiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y2Xk0qK7atY/S220/vacation+2008-038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315822789888650314.post-7087803311079827005</id><published>2009-06-19T16:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T16:36:34.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer for the Journey</title><content type='html'>On this journey of life, O God, be our companion, be our guide. Show us where to go. Wherever we are, in the journey from birth to death, grant us your peace. We thank you for each other, our companions in the journey of faith. We pray for those with whom we travel on this planet as it makes its rounds of the sun. Bring us together to a new world of peace, through Jesus Christ, who lived and died that all might be one. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/315822789888650314-7087803311079827005?l=faholojope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/feeds/7087803311079827005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/2009/06/prayer-for-journey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315822789888650314/posts/default/7087803311079827005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315822789888650314/posts/default/7087803311079827005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/2009/06/prayer-for-journey.html' title='Prayer for the Journey'/><author><name>RevL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01317221479667934621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUk6Wt-umCY/SW-3SBTXaiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y2Xk0qK7atY/S220/vacation+2008-038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315822789888650314.post-1283407102328473733</id><published>2009-05-12T12:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T12:21:06.984-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Possibility</title><content type='html'>I awake each morning, full of love and possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One cross word and the love evaporates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the possibility of getting it back?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/315822789888650314-1283407102328473733?l=faholojope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/feeds/1283407102328473733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-and-possibility.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315822789888650314/posts/default/1283407102328473733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315822789888650314/posts/default/1283407102328473733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-and-possibility.html' title='Love and Possibility'/><author><name>RevL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01317221479667934621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUk6Wt-umCY/SW-3SBTXaiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y2Xk0qK7atY/S220/vacation+2008-038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315822789888650314.post-7381440238566616796</id><published>2009-05-05T16:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T16:27:37.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear</title><content type='html'>Fear...&lt;br /&gt;Face it. Name it. Explore it.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let it stop you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scare yourself...&lt;br /&gt;Dare it. Try it. Leap over it.&lt;br /&gt;Exhilarating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's new?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/315822789888650314-7381440238566616796?l=faholojope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/feeds/7381440238566616796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/2009/05/fear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315822789888650314/posts/default/7381440238566616796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315822789888650314/posts/default/7381440238566616796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/2009/05/fear.html' title='Fear'/><author><name>RevL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01317221479667934621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUk6Wt-umCY/SW-3SBTXaiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y2Xk0qK7atY/S220/vacation+2008-038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315822789888650314.post-3058911135054057251</id><published>2009-05-01T08:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T08:44:11.270-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decisions'/><title type='text'>Decisions</title><content type='html'>What criteria do you use to make decisions?&lt;br /&gt;I've been asked about this twice in the past week in very different circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Stuff--how do you make decisions about the stuff you surround yourself with? Clothes, furniture, knickknacks, papers, etc. How much is too much? What to keep and what to let go of?&lt;br /&gt;For instance, do you follow the clothes replacement rule? When you purchase a new item of clothing, do you let go of a corresponding item already in your closet? Or do you just add to the stockpile until you have so many clothes you can't possibly wear them all, let alone care for and maintain them in a wrinkle-free manner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think about the stuff in my life, I try to remember it's only &lt;em&gt;things. &lt;/em&gt;Those things need to be functional and beautiful (in my eyes, anyway). No one else thinks my first knitted item is either useful or pretty, but it makes me smile! What would I really miss if everything went up in flames? Not much, except pictures. I have a number of items which beloved friends have given me. After a while, I may take a picture, keep the sentiment (and the friend) and pass the item along to someone who can use it. I think of it as passing along the blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Life choices---What factors do you consider when making life decisions? For example: choosing a college major, making a career change, deciding where to live?&lt;br /&gt;Do you make a list of the pros &amp;amp; cons? Talk to people? Pray? Fret &amp;amp; worry? Go with your gut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made a number of major life changes and they aren't easy, but they are necessary for a vital, flourishing life! I tend to gather all the info possible, make the lists, talk to others, pray a lot, and listen to my instinct. I call it &lt;em&gt;following the Spirit. &lt;/em&gt;I try not to procrastinate and to realize that discernment is a &lt;em&gt;process. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. Life is a journey. What's important are the people you meet along the way, not things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/315822789888650314-3058911135054057251?l=faholojope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/feeds/3058911135054057251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/2009/05/decisions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315822789888650314/posts/default/3058911135054057251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315822789888650314/posts/default/3058911135054057251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/2009/05/decisions.html' title='Decisions'/><author><name>RevL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01317221479667934621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUk6Wt-umCY/SW-3SBTXaiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y2Xk0qK7atY/S220/vacation+2008-038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315822789888650314.post-1988639316855484922</id><published>2009-04-21T12:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T12:44:48.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Community</title><content type='html'>We need one another--to share laughter, good food and good times.&lt;br /&gt;We lean on each other--to share tears, sorrow and burdens.&lt;br /&gt;We race one another--down the highways; against the clock; to the finish line.&lt;br /&gt;We dance with each other--swaying to the beat; stepping on toes; moving in rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in community--intermingled, enmeshed, tangled.&lt;br /&gt;Woven in pattern; knit in gauge; embroidered &amp;amp; embellished with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Companions on life's journey--held in prayer and love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/315822789888650314-1988639316855484922?l=faholojope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/feeds/1988639316855484922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/2009/04/community.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315822789888650314/posts/default/1988639316855484922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315822789888650314/posts/default/1988639316855484922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/2009/04/community.html' title='Community'/><author><name>RevL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01317221479667934621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUk6Wt-umCY/SW-3SBTXaiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y2Xk0qK7atY/S220/vacation+2008-038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315822789888650314.post-5913273151603708421</id><published>2009-03-21T17:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T17:11:37.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grateful for Health-Ha!&lt;br /&gt;The day after I wrote the last post, I had an experience that made me realize my health is not to be taken for granted. "Good" health is a relative term, very subjective, and fleeting. The medical tests results are like puzzle pieces which are being fit together to form a picture and it has taken me some time to adjust to the new picture. I would still classify my health as "good" but I'm definitely making changes for "better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good, better, best.&lt;br /&gt;Never let it rest.&lt;br /&gt;Until your good is better&lt;br /&gt;and your better is best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/315822789888650314-5913273151603708421?l=faholojope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/feeds/5913273151603708421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/2009/03/grateful-for-health-ha-day-after-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315822789888650314/posts/default/5913273151603708421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315822789888650314/posts/default/5913273151603708421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/2009/03/grateful-for-health-ha-day-after-i.html' title=''/><author><name>RevL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01317221479667934621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUk6Wt-umCY/SW-3SBTXaiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y2Xk0qK7atY/S220/vacation+2008-038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315822789888650314.post-8538718124897472267</id><published>2009-02-12T10:44:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T12:29:49.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings &amp; Choices</title><content type='html'>So often opportunities present themselves in the form of challenges. These economic times are certainly challenging. I know in many communities, businesses &amp;amp; factories are downsizing/closing and jobs are being lost on a wide-scale basis, but this is &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; happening universally. I am deeply concerned for the families who are struggling to make ends meet and I want to remind everyone that we have a real opportunity to reach out and help others. This is what Americans do really, really well. If we have a roof over our heads, food in our bellies, and love in our families, we are blessed. I am grateful for good health everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opportunity comes as a way to share those blessings and encouragement with those who are really struggling. Three lessons we can learn from this era our nation is experiencing are humilty, resistance to fear-mongering and the gift of encouragement. By humility, I mean the sense of humble awareness that it is a blessing to have a job, meaningful work which enables us to provide for ourselves &amp;amp; our families. Everyone needs to keep their spirits strong and not give in to the fear that can grip us when we are surrounded by messages and media reports of gloom &amp;amp; doom. I don't mean to sound like I've hidden my head in the sand and don't want to face facts. On the contrary, I believe we must face facts, about our finances, our debt , the consumer choices we make, distinguishing between wants &amp;amp; needs, and realizing what is truly important. Facing our financial reality can be liberating. It can also be overwhelming, especially if we have credit card debt. As &lt;a href="http://suzeorman.com/"&gt;Suze Orman &lt;/a&gt;says, "You have to face it to erase it!" I can vouch for this personally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third, and perhaps most vital lesson is the opportunity to help and encourage others. Listen to your friend express her concerns and support her in the steps she is taking to deal with her financial reality. Encourage people to count their blessings. There is &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; something to thank God for. Donate to your local food pantry. Do what you can to alleviate the suffering of others. Pray for our leaders. Realize that we &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; get through this and be stronger for it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/315822789888650314-8538718124897472267?l=faholojope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/feeds/8538718124897472267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/2009/02/blessings-choices.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315822789888650314/posts/default/8538718124897472267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315822789888650314/posts/default/8538718124897472267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/2009/02/blessings-choices.html' title='Blessings &amp; Choices'/><author><name>RevL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01317221479667934621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUk6Wt-umCY/SW-3SBTXaiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y2Xk0qK7atY/S220/vacation+2008-038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315822789888650314.post-8624920524828507899</id><published>2009-01-27T12:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T00:53:23.961-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm Bored..."</title><content type='html'>What's the difference between being bored and finding downtime in seeking to balance our hectic lives? The activities (or lack of) which we engage in may look the same to an observer. I think the difference has to do with our attitudes regarding inactivity. I am rarely bored. In fact, I can't recall ever really feeling bored. There's always more good books to read than I'll ever have time for. There are usually friends to talk with and now that I've rediscovered my passion for knitting, there is always a creative project on the needles. Also, moms are too busy to be bored, IMHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw an interview with &lt;a href="http://www.oprah.com/media/20090119_orig_seal2"&gt;Seal &lt;/a&gt;last week. In addition to talking with him about singing on America's Song, the reporter asked him about his downtime. This beautiful man just started cracking up. He said, "Downtime? I have 3 kids and a wife. I had downtime in the 90's!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relaxing, finding downtime is important to balance out the crazy-business of our lives. Prayer, meditation and yoga are vital downtime activities that help to recharge my spirit. Of course, Hang &amp;amp; Wing would tell me I still don't "get it" as they loll on their pillows for some serious downtime! At least, I'm not bored!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/315822789888650314-8624920524828507899?l=faholojope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/feeds/8624920524828507899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315822789888650314/posts/default/8624920524828507899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315822789888650314/posts/default/8624920524828507899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-bored.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m Bored...&quot;'/><author><name>RevL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01317221479667934621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUk6Wt-umCY/SW-3SBTXaiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y2Xk0qK7atY/S220/vacation+2008-038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315822789888650314.post-5160977370054939582</id><published>2009-01-22T07:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T07:29:23.598-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Needlearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="page_top"&gt;Creating Comfort, Promoting Wellness, Improving Lives&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this tagline on the &lt;a href="http://www.tnna.org/"&gt;TNNA&lt;/a&gt; website and it really reminded me of the warm, happy feeling I have when I am knitting. When I am knitting, whether it's for a friend, a little something for myself, or just swatching &amp;amp; trying out new techniques, my creativity &amp;amp; love is just flowing. I'm in the knitting "zone"! I love trying out new colors &amp;amp; textures of yarn, imagining the possibilities, working through the pattern and enjoying the finished work. It's a great process!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/315822789888650314-5160977370054939582?l=faholojope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/feeds/5160977370054939582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/2009/01/needlearts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315822789888650314/posts/default/5160977370054939582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315822789888650314/posts/default/5160977370054939582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/2009/01/needlearts.html' title='The Needlearts'/><author><name>RevL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01317221479667934621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUk6Wt-umCY/SW-3SBTXaiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y2Xk0qK7atY/S220/vacation+2008-038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315822789888650314.post-7250234105306733777</id><published>2009-01-21T12:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T12:56:08.412-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Inauguration</title><content type='html'>I watched history being made yesterday! Millions of people participated in celebrating the inauguration of President Barack Obama. There is a palpable sense of anticipation; that the cultural context of America is shifting. Yes, the economic news is still bad. Yes, we are still entangled in fighting two wars and many geopolitical conflicts. Yes, there is still a long way to go in building Dr. King's beloved community of love, peace and justice. However, things are different and the possibilities for advancement have opened up. Most interesting to me in the news coverage were all the mini-interviews with African-American citizens of all ages who were rejoicing with the Obama family's move into the White House. It's been a long time coming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/315822789888650314-7250234105306733777?l=faholojope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/feeds/7250234105306733777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/2009/01/inauguration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315822789888650314/posts/default/7250234105306733777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315822789888650314/posts/default/7250234105306733777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/2009/01/inauguration.html' title='Inauguration'/><author><name>RevL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01317221479667934621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUk6Wt-umCY/SW-3SBTXaiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y2Xk0qK7atY/S220/vacation+2008-038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315822789888650314.post-5336991822560509687</id><published>2009-01-17T11:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T11:30:49.532-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge</title><content type='html'>I'm all about the learnin'.&lt;br /&gt;That's what my sister &amp;amp; I say to each other when we learn another life lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Meaning: I may feel like I got run over by a truck, but what did I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;learn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from the experience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to challenge myself to try something new every January. In 2008, it was to become proficient in yoga. I take a class every week, as well as practice at home. I lost 20 pounds in 2008 and discovered that I am a yogini!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In January 2009 I started this blog and am challenging myself to becoming more technologically savvy. I'm interested in new ways of communicating and building community. However, I'm more comfortable with the traditional methods. I believe it's important to spend time with people face-to-face, as well as Facebook. I like to just be with friends &amp;amp; family, as well as blog.&lt;br /&gt;What will I learn from this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/315822789888650314-5336991822560509687?l=faholojope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/feeds/5336991822560509687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/2009/01/challenge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315822789888650314/posts/default/5336991822560509687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315822789888650314/posts/default/5336991822560509687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/2009/01/challenge.html' title='Challenge'/><author><name>RevL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01317221479667934621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUk6Wt-umCY/SW-3SBTXaiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y2Xk0qK7atY/S220/vacation+2008-038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315822789888650314.post-316482639848288183</id><published>2009-01-15T16:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T16:40:59.759-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New year, New you</title><content type='html'>Every new year I hear the same common themes: lose weight; clean up your financial act; live a balanced life. Dream big; set lofty goals; manage time wisely. For many years I have whole-heartedly followed this approach. This year I'm trying something new: easing up. Oh, I still think it's important to live a balanced life &amp;amp; have dreams, etc. I just decided to relax my attitude about life. I have decided to practice being a non-anxious presence as much as I can. Sort of like breathing into the yoga pose. I can hold the pose a lot longer when I switch my focus from how I'm holding the pose and just breathe into it. This is my response to the anxiety that swirls around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My twin sons are experts at this eased-up approach to life. In fact, I like to joke that their Chinese names are "Hang" and "Wing" because they like to just hang out and wing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a planner &amp;amp; a doer--I'm already &lt;strong&gt;planning&lt;/strong&gt; how to &lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt; this new approach to life.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just better hang out for a while and wing it to see how it flys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/315822789888650314-316482639848288183?l=faholojope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/feeds/316482639848288183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-new-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315822789888650314/posts/default/316482639848288183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315822789888650314/posts/default/316482639848288183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-new-you.html' title='New year, New you'/><author><name>RevL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01317221479667934621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUk6Wt-umCY/SW-3SBTXaiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y2Xk0qK7atY/S220/vacation+2008-038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315822789888650314.post-5231952761686401547</id><published>2009-01-11T22:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T22:16:35.587-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Life is all about choices. I used to rail against this in various ways. For example, when faced with several desserts at a family dinner, I would choose two slivers of pie, pecan and cherry, rather than be limited to just one flavor. In career and family life, I over-extended and over-committed myself, rather than miss out on opportunities and experiences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thankfully, wisdom comes. I realize when I choose to say "yes" to something, it also means saying "no" to something else. Today, I said "yes" to blogging my thoughts. What did I say "no" to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/315822789888650314-5231952761686401547?l=faholojope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/feeds/5231952761686401547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/2009/01/choices.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315822789888650314/posts/default/5231952761686401547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315822789888650314/posts/default/5231952761686401547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faholojope.blogspot.com/2009/01/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>RevL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01317221479667934621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUk6Wt-umCY/SW-3SBTXaiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y2Xk0qK7atY/S220/vacation+2008-038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
