<?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-2089947526873755063</id><updated>2012-01-23T12:42:25.031-08:00</updated><category term='cancer'/><category term='waiting'/><title type='text'>Kathy's New Adventure</title><subtitle type='html'>Not to India...A new walk with God</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-8001037511529181724</id><published>2012-01-23T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T12:42:25.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deal with It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It has been two and 1/2 years since I was diagnosed with breast and then kidney cancers. At the time, I listened to options, changed my plans about teaching in India, and went ahead with two surgeries (lumpectomy, kidney removal).&amp;nbsp; I pushed ahead "like a good camper".&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Last night, as I was drifting off to sleep, I got emotional over chemo, its effects, radiation, another surgery, etc, etc, etc. I have this awful sense of survival, meaning push ahead, stay strong, deal with it, all will be fine.&amp;nbsp;It is easy to skip the processing and grieving of what was lost.&amp;nbsp; Last Monday, I even heard myself say, "But I still don't know why not India." Grief is like peeling an onion, a layer at a time. But, I'd like to suggest that you start allowing feelings to come in (or out) at the beginning.&amp;nbsp; If you are like me, you always have another set of ears at each appointment. So, then, take time for the word "cancer" (or "divorce" or "foreclosure") to soak in...hear it...say it...feel it. Your friend will hear and write down the details so that you can be objective about treatments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Someone once told me that if they started to cry, they may never stop. We will.&amp;nbsp;You will. I will. That is where faith, hope, and trust come into the process.&amp;nbsp;The Lord doesn't say life will be rosy if you are a Christian.&amp;nbsp; He does not say that you do not need to grieve.&amp;nbsp; He did not say crying means that we have no faith. Jesus cried and felt anger:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;When Mary arrived and saw Jesus, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;she fell at his feet and said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“Lord, if only you had been here, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;my brother would not have died.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;When Jesus saw her weeping and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;saw the other people wailing with her, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;a deep anger welled up within him, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;and he was deeply troubled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“Where have you put him?” he asked them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;They told him, “Lord, come and see.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Then Jesus wept.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The people who were standing nearby said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“See how much he loved him!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But some said, “This man healed a blind man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Couldn’t he have kept Lazarus from dying?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Jesus was still angry as he arrived at the tomb, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;a cave with a stone rolled across its entrance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“Roll the stone aside,” Jesus told them. But...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;John 11:32&amp;nbsp; -&amp;nbsp; 39 NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;If Jesus, our Lord, felt emotions (love, joy sadness, anger) then we can too. Do not just "deal with it".&amp;nbsp; Feel it, again and again and again.&amp;nbsp; That is how we heal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-8001037511529181724?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/8001037511529181724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2012/01/deal-with-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/8001037511529181724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/8001037511529181724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2012/01/deal-with-it.html' title='Deal with It!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-9139937137635597283</id><published>2012-01-20T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T22:11:41.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch Out, Wind Ahead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;While sitting and reflecting about my relationship with God this week, a little green hummingbird flew by testing the few flowers that were in the yard. Winds were gusting, grey clouds were in the sky, and the rain was coming. Yet, this tiny bird was still doing its job: gathering nourishment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;In western Washington, snow, ice, freezing rain, and wind have taken their toll this week.&amp;nbsp;In San Jose and the Bay area, rain and wind are going to be pelting us for a few days. This storm system has left people without electricity and flooded several areas. But, many people up north went to work if they were able to get out of their neighborhoods.&amp;nbsp;For those stuck in their houses, they still did their job of nourishing their children and themselves.&amp;nbsp; Some helped shovel cars out of the snow and others helped sandbag around homes and businesses.&amp;nbsp; Those who were able brought warm meals to elderly people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;When other types of storms come into our lives, we can remain safe...strong...secure. Yesterday and today, my body has been weak, but, for one hour last night, I was able to go walk in the mall. It was a little walk but it was still exercise for me. Yesterday was a good day!&amp;nbsp; Why? Because I received a gift from God that evening. I love His touch. I love seeing His presence.&amp;nbsp; I love hearing Him in nature.&amp;nbsp; The energy, the hummingbird, the rain on the window are all signs of His love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;“Anyone who listens to my teaching and follows it is wise, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;like a person who builds a house on solid rock.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;Though the rain comes in torrents &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;and the floodwaters rise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;and the winds beat against that house, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;it won’t collapse because it is built on bedrock.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Matthew 7:24 - 25&amp;nbsp; NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Your home won't collapse, if it is built on bedrock, a strong foundation.&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-23319"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-9139937137635597283?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/9139937137635597283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2012/01/watch-out-wind-ahead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/9139937137635597283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/9139937137635597283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2012/01/watch-out-wind-ahead.html' title='Watch Out, Wind Ahead'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-4081246272606879458</id><published>2012-01-17T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T19:56:51.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tunnels on the Path</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Do you know what "spelunking" is? The past few days I have been making a book of my pictures of paths, stairs, and tunnels. While looking up sites about tunnels, the word "spelunking" came up so I googled it.&amp;nbsp;It is a term used for cave explorations. That seemed interesting and yet frightening: going down into the unknown darkness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ik7InOcNMaQ/TxZC1KLTk4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/8YV1KJbPMXI/s1600/DSC_0491.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" kba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ik7InOcNMaQ/TxZC1KLTk4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/8YV1KJbPMXI/s320/DSC_0491.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Sometimes our daily life feels like we are going into unknown places without a guide, without light. This week there have been several prayer requests for people at the end of their lives or those facing horrendous challenges. One thread that seemed to connect them was the need for strength, comfort, wisdom, peace, timing, and salvation. They are in a tunnel, cold, dark, unknown and needing light. And, this immovable tunnel is right on their path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;A young mother can be at home with a screaming baby or child and feel like she is being pushed beyond her endurance. As she gets closer to the edge of the tunnel, she stops and calls for help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;A baby is born prematurely and must stay in the hospital's incubator when his mother goes home. The whole family stops and calls for people to pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;An elderly&amp;nbsp;man has been told that there is nothing left to be done for him. Respite care is called in to help. Some of the family is out of state and wanting to see their father one more time.&amp;nbsp; The church is called and the prayer chain is called into action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;In the cold, dark, unknown tunnels in life there is an end.&amp;nbsp;When we enter the tunnel, we may not be able to see what is ahead, but we do know our Guide. We may not like what is inside the dark situation, but we do know our Counselor. We may not be able to change the situation, but we do know our loving Shepherd. There will be cracks in the tunnel where light breaks thru, even if just for a minute: trust.&amp;nbsp; It is called "TRUST".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The LORD &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; my shepherd; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I have all that I need. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;He &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lets me rest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in green meadows; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;he &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;leads me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; beside peaceful streams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;He &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;renews&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my strength. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;He &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;guides&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; me along right paths, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;bringing honor to His name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Even when I walk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;through the darkest valley, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I will &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; be afraid, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for&lt;/em&gt; You are close beside me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Your rod and Your staff &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;protect&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;comfor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;t me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Psalm 23:1 - 4 NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-4081246272606879458?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/4081246272606879458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2012/01/tunnels-on-path.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/4081246272606879458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/4081246272606879458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2012/01/tunnels-on-path.html' title='Tunnels on the Path'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ik7InOcNMaQ/TxZC1KLTk4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/8YV1KJbPMXI/s72-c/DSC_0491.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-2049021654879346051</id><published>2012-01-11T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T02:03:08.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Shelter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But as for me, how good it is to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;near God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I have made the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Sovereign Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;shelter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;and I will tell everyone about the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;wonderful things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Psalm 73:28&amp;nbsp; NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The last two days have been difficult for me.&amp;nbsp; I have had no energy today and one or two hours yesterday.&amp;nbsp; My poor body has no reserve so when it is fighting a stye or cold or anything, that is all it can do.&amp;nbsp; I spend most of the time sleeping except for times on the computer or my cell phone.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;As I'm going to sleep, I do pray which is a blessing to me.&amp;nbsp; Two urgent prayer needs today were a premature baby whose heart rate dropped.&amp;nbsp; Then a man in his 70s has blood cancer and began chemo.&amp;nbsp; The list is long for other needs.&amp;nbsp; Military needs as several of my friends have children in the service right now.&amp;nbsp;Those young men and women who have served in war zones&amp;nbsp;need prayer too as they are physically or emotionally wounded. &amp;nbsp;One lady from our church and another friend have regular transfusions which means they are fatigued before going to get the transfusion.&amp;nbsp; My step-mother's 97 year old sister passed away.&amp;nbsp; A friend's husband has ALS and it is beginning to slow down his daily routines.&amp;nbsp; Then there are my children and their personal needs, as well as other family members (and caretakers). On and on and on.&amp;nbsp; I am so thankful and blessed for this time to spend in prayer.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Tonight, as I go to sleep, I will be praying for many people.&amp;nbsp; The Lord will wrap His loving arms around me, be present as I pray and fall asleep.&amp;nbsp; Thoughts of Heaven will surround me as I drift off to sleep.&amp;nbsp; He is so real, so loving, so compassionate, sovereign, and wise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-2049021654879346051?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/2049021654879346051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-shelter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/2049021654879346051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/2049021654879346051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-shelter.html' title='My Shelter'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-5689430174008572356</id><published>2012-01-07T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T20:14:12.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stronger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;For I &lt;strong&gt;will be with you&lt;/strong&gt; as I was with Moses.&lt;strong&gt; I will &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; fail you or abandon you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you judge how you are doing by looking at the year, month, week, day, hour, or minute? At this point in life, I must break it down to smaller units. Today the morning was rough and I could accomplish very little. I did stay up for four hours at the computer, about one and a 1/2 hours on my bed, &lt;em&gt;sorted some clothes, took a shower, made an easy meal, and am now on the computer again&lt;/em&gt;. Was today a good day?&lt;br /&gt;Breaking down my day to smaller units, I would definitely say this evening has been a very good time - not the whole day - this evening. When I start to get discouraged at what I can't do, I will break down the day into hours and minutes. I will focus on His promises and my relationship with the Lord. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;Be strong and courageous&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;for you are the one who will lead these people to possess all the land &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;I swore to their ancestors I would give them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be strong and very courageous&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Be careful to &lt;strong&gt;obey&lt;/strong&gt; all the instructions Moses gave you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Do not deviate from them, turning either to the right or to the left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Then you will be successful in everything you&lt;/span&gt; do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Study&lt;/strong&gt; this Book of Instruction continually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meditate&lt;/strong&gt; on it day and night so you will be sure to obey everything written in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Only then will you prosper and succeed in all you do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;This is my command—&lt;strong&gt;be strong and courageous&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Do &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; be afraid or discouraged. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.” &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Joshua 1:5b - 9 NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The only thing that I need to do is take each day minute by minute and hour by hour. God is with me and wants me to be strong, be courageous, and listen to what He has said and is saying. How are you evaluating your life and what are you doing with your time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-5689430174008572356?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/5689430174008572356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2012/01/stronger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/5689430174008572356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/5689430174008572356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2012/01/stronger.html' title='Stronger'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-8674211040994777683</id><published>2012-01-05T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T14:12:06.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Believe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Can you believe that it is 2012? It doesn't seem like it was 12 years ago that the KY2 scare had everyone talking. Wow! That went fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Can you believe that it is time to make new resolutions? I do not usually make new year's resolutions because I like to reflect and adjust regularly.&amp;nbsp;I don't wait for the new year.&amp;nbsp; With cancer, it is easy to reevaluate life, goals, and priorities frequently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This week has been an odd week for me because I'm winding down from our LA trip. While going to sleep I think of a list of things to do tomorrow...yea, right!&amp;nbsp; Later, waking up is hard.&amp;nbsp; And then, reality kicks in:&amp;nbsp; little energy.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully my mind is strong.&amp;nbsp; So, I review my "bucket list" which we all need whether we have a disease or not.&amp;nbsp; My conclusion is that family, friends, and my relationship with the Lord are my priorities. &amp;nbsp;How I accomplish those priorities is what can take a different turn.&amp;nbsp; Travels and experiences and accomplishments can happen but the focus is the Lord, my kids &amp;amp; extended family, and friends.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;﻿&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;To help me live in reality, I have been reading American Cancer Society's articles on RCC and will read the Cancer Center information too.&amp;nbsp; I have read about the medication that I am taking and keep checking to see if there is anything new too.&amp;nbsp; But, when all information is studied, it comes back to "I am an individual" and God&amp;nbsp;knows the plan.&amp;nbsp; The next question is "Can you believe that God has everything in control?"&amp;nbsp; Does He?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We put our hope in the Lord.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He is &lt;em&gt;our help&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;our shield&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Him our hearts rejoice,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for we trust in His Holy name.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Psalm 33:20 - 21&amp;nbsp; NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-8674211040994777683?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/8674211040994777683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2012/01/can-you-believe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/8674211040994777683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/8674211040994777683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2012/01/can-you-believe.html' title='Can You Believe?'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-6285020070051194575</id><published>2011-12-31T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T22:29:20.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Day, A New Month, A New Year, A New Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He lifted me&lt;/strong&gt; out of the pit of despair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;out of the mud and the mire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He set my feet on solid ground&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;steadied me&lt;/strong&gt; as I walked along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Amen! The LORD has done that for me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;﻿In the year 2011, I was recovering from a lobectomy, seriously reacted to the chemo drug for RCC (kidney cancer), was hospitalized for six days, had a serious infection that put me back into the hospital for four more days, and has moved me to San Jose.&amp;nbsp; I had to retire from teaching, rent out my townhome, move two states away from family and friends, and make adjustments to my physical way of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Despair? Depressed? Discouraged? Maybe at times but this Almighty God lifted me, set my feet on solid ground, and steadied me as I walked each day. This is for real in my life. I do look at life differently but maybe the way we should always live life. I have prioritized what is important to me:&amp;nbsp; family, friends, relationship with the Lord, praying, reading/studying His Word, writing, reading, pausing to look all around me, bringing joy to others, and encouraging anyone who is brought into my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;He has &lt;strong&gt;given me a new song to sing&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a hymn of praise to our God&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;This past week I have been blessed with visiting my nephew and his family in the LA area.&amp;nbsp; Every other day I was able to do things with them.&amp;nbsp; Then I would "crash" for a day and be able to get up and go again.&amp;nbsp; I even went to Disneyland!&amp;nbsp; I have been blessed with contentment&amp;nbsp;for little steps or activities, and a brother and sister-in-law who will assist me.&amp;nbsp; Our Lord shows me the positive steps and makes me cherish&amp;nbsp;life around me.&amp;nbsp; HE cares about me, loves me, and walks each step with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Many will &lt;strong&gt;see&lt;/strong&gt; what He has done and &lt;strong&gt;be amazed&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;They will &lt;strong&gt;put their trust in the Lord&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, the joys of those who trust the Lord,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;who have no confidence in the proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;or in those who worship idols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Psalm 40:2 - 4&amp;nbsp; NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We all have struggles.&amp;nbsp; Some are financial, constant pain, loss of a family member or friend, or rejection.&amp;nbsp; You may have a teenager who is out of control or a friend who is making poor choices.&amp;nbsp; Someone you know may be in a coma or battling a disease. Our gracious loving Lord knows and can be trusted.&amp;nbsp; As we say goodbye to Saturday, to December, to 2011, to our troubles, trust the all-knowing, ever-present God.&amp;nbsp; There &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;is&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; joy in trusting Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-6285020070051194575?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/6285020070051194575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-day-new-month-new-year-new-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/6285020070051194575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/6285020070051194575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-day-new-month-new-year-new-song.html' title='A New Day, A New Month, A New Year, A New Song'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-1226896444151293503</id><published>2011-12-24T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T20:30:05.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advent is About the Nativity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IGhdRAOMNw4/Tvaazcwzs3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0MERS6SrpYU/s1600/DSC_0014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="148" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IGhdRAOMNw4/Tvaazcwzs3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0MERS6SrpYU/s320/DSC_0014.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And there was the Baby, lying in the manger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;After seeing Him, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;the shepherds told everyone what had happened &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;and what the angel had said to them about this Child.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Luke 2:16 - 17&amp;nbsp; NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The shepherds went, saw, and told others.&amp;nbsp; We can go toward Him this Christmas and see Who He is and what He is.&amp;nbsp; Just like the shepherds, we will &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; be disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;As I am writing this it&amp;nbsp;is Christmas Eve.&amp;nbsp; I am at home unable to go to church. For the first time in a long time, it really bothered me and I teared up.&amp;nbsp; My brother's family's Christmas Eve tradition is to go to their favorite Chinese restaurant and then to church.&amp;nbsp; I was really looking forward to going to both.&amp;nbsp; Last night was the play, "Christmas Carol" at the repertoire theater.&amp;nbsp; I also could not go.&amp;nbsp; My meds make me fatigued &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; I've had three migraines (vision, numbing, nausea) in the past week.&amp;nbsp; No energy.&amp;nbsp; Head hurts. Breathing is difficult.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;That is not where I am supposed to be or stay, emotionally.&amp;nbsp; This weekend is not about me.&amp;nbsp; This is about our Lord and all that He gave up for me - you - us.&amp;nbsp; So, instead of throwing a pity party, I need to look around at the reminders of why I wanted to go to church, why I want to celebrate, why I want to bring joy to others. It is totally because of our Lord Jesus Christ and His sacrifices. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;If you are like me and did not get to do what you wanted or expected, focus on the manger, on others, on God.&amp;nbsp; Now I am glad that the others got to enjoy the play, dinner, and church.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The shepherds went back to their flocks, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;glorifying and praising God &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;for all they had &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;seen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It was just as the angel had told them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Luke 2:20&amp;nbsp; NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;(I did get a plate of food from the restaurant. Yum!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-1226896444151293503?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/1226896444151293503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/12/advent-is-about-nativity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/1226896444151293503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/1226896444151293503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/12/advent-is-about-nativity.html' title='Advent is About the Nativity'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IGhdRAOMNw4/Tvaazcwzs3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0MERS6SrpYU/s72-c/DSC_0014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-5842809967156199863</id><published>2011-12-23T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T14:22:55.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advent is All About Others</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;During the past 2 1/2 years of my cancer battle, it has been a joy to see people "give" to me in a variety of ways. I have had to learn the art of receiving which was difficult for me.&amp;nbsp; But, once each person's individual gifts became visible, I relaxed.&amp;nbsp; Like my brother said, "This is the journey the Lord has&amp;nbsp;for us&amp;nbsp;too."&amp;nbsp; My reaction was, "Daaahhh!&amp;nbsp; I should know that" and not feel guilty that others are helping.&amp;nbsp; The Lord is working in their lives too.&amp;nbsp; So, when my sister and later a friend moved in, their sacrifices were huge.&amp;nbsp; Now when I look back, it was a season of growth for them as well as a blessing for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;During Advent, how do we give to others or put others first?&amp;nbsp; As our Example, the Lord thought of us when He came in human form.&amp;nbsp; When He healed the leaper, it was &lt;strong&gt;His compassion&lt;/strong&gt; for the man.&amp;nbsp; When He made the lame man walk, it was because of &lt;strong&gt;His love&lt;/strong&gt; for this person as well as to glorify His Father.&amp;nbsp; When He healed the Roman officer's young servant, it was because the Lord &lt;strong&gt;saw His strong faith&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp; (Matthew 8)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;For even the Son of Man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;came not to be served &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;but to serve others &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;and to give His life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;as a ransom for many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Mark 10:45&amp;nbsp; NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This is a time for us to focus on why Jesus was on earth, what He would like us to do for others, and how He is coming again.&amp;nbsp; Advent may be coming to a close but ADVENT, preparing for His return and our meeting with Him,&lt;/span&gt;﻿ &lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;is a daily choice.&amp;nbsp; Holidays are difficult for those who are alone, some who are single, those who are jobless, the homeless who are hungry and out in the cold, those who are grieving loss, and those who are sick.&amp;nbsp; Let's think of them and act.&amp;nbsp; One serves because of compassion.&amp;nbsp; One&amp;nbsp;gives because of love for others.&amp;nbsp; One sacrifices because of our Example.&amp;nbsp; Remember:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;For a Child is born &lt;em&gt;to&lt;/em&gt; us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;a Son is &lt;em&gt;given to us&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;The government will rest on His shoulders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;And He will be called:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Wonderful Counselor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Mighty God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Everlasting Father, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Prince of Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Isaiah 9:6&amp;nbsp; NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;And, He is our wonderful counselor, a mighty God, everlasting Father, and our Prince of Peace. That is why we serve:&lt;/span&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;“Glory to God in highest heaven,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;and peace on earth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;to those with whom God is pleased.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Luke 2:14&amp;nbsp; NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Advent is about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;those He loves&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;giving&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to those around us.&amp;nbsp; HE gave, so we give.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-5842809967156199863?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/5842809967156199863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/12/advent-is-all-about-others.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/5842809967156199863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/5842809967156199863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/12/advent-is-all-about-others.html' title='Advent is All About Others'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-6751501792094414873</id><published>2011-12-21T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T19:21:59.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advent Preparations are Intentional</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As I was taking my nap, I could hear whining in my room.&amp;nbsp; Maggie, my niece's dog, was in my room trying to get me out of bed.&amp;nbsp; To get there, this loving pet had &lt;em&gt;purposely&lt;/em&gt; pushed the door open, walked down the hall, and into my room.&amp;nbsp; She had done it &lt;em&gt;willfully&lt;/em&gt;, with the intention of having me meet her needs.&amp;nbsp; Maggie &lt;em&gt;deliberately&lt;/em&gt; set out to get attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Because I have limited energy, I must be intentional about where to use it.&amp;nbsp; My doctor is intentional about keeping my blood counts stable.&amp;nbsp; My oncologist is intentional about balancing quality of life with quantity of life.&amp;nbsp; Those in the retail businesses are intentional about catching our attention and making us &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; what they are selling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;What is intentional in our celebration of Advent?&amp;nbsp; What is intentional in our Advent preparations?&amp;nbsp; What is intentional on our December calendars?&amp;nbsp; Yesterday, we discussed our traditions when celebrating our Savior's&amp;nbsp;human birth.&amp;nbsp; People &lt;em&gt;purposely&lt;/em&gt; choose which family traditions are giving&amp;nbsp;them the focus&amp;nbsp;they desire.&amp;nbsp; For me, the manger scene, music, and Luke 2 put my focus on the true meaning of this December holiday.&amp;nbsp; Some &lt;em&gt;willfully&lt;/em&gt; give service or gifts to strangers so that they can make another person smile.&amp;nbsp; For me, single moms, homeless, or families dealing with mental illnesses are people I want to help smile.&amp;nbsp; Others deliberately decorate their yards to share their joy with neighbors and visitors.&amp;nbsp; For me, including lights, a manger scene, and an angel have been my past choices to&amp;nbsp;focus on&amp;nbsp;the true source of joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The Almighty God intentionally got our attention using all of our senses:&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;vision&lt;/u&gt; - bright star and radiant angels, &lt;u&gt;hearing&lt;/u&gt; - angels speaking, &lt;u&gt;touching&lt;/u&gt; - Mary putting Jesus in snug pieces of cloth, &lt;u&gt;smelling&lt;/u&gt; - barn, cows, and sheep have their own odor, &lt;u&gt;tasting&lt;/u&gt; - the shepherds were staying in the fields and would milk the sheep and make cheese, and &lt;u&gt;emotions&lt;/u&gt; -&lt;/span&gt; excitement of what is coming and concern about no room for the baby's birth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;That night there were shepherds staying in the fields nearby, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;guarding their flocks of sheep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Suddenly, an angel of the Lord appeared among them, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;and the radiance of the Lord’s glory surrounded them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;They were terrified, but the angel reassured them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Don’t be afraid!”&lt;/strong&gt; he said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“I bring you good news that will bring great joy to all people. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Savior—yes, the Messiah, the Lord—has been born today &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in Bethlehem, the city of David! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And you will recognize him by this sign: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You will find a baby wrapped snugly in strips of cloth, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;lying in a manger.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Suddenly, the angel was joined by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;a vast host of others—the armies of heaven—praising God and saying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Glory to God in highest heaven,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and peace on earth to those with whom God is pleased.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;They hurried to the village and found Mary and Joseph. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And there was the baby, lying in the manger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;After seeing him, the shepherds told everyone what had happened &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;and what the angel had said to them about this child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Luke 2:8 - 14, 16 - 17&amp;nbsp; NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;God was intentional about every detail of His Son's arrival.&amp;nbsp; The angel was intentional about calming the fears of the shepherds before making the announcement. The shepherds were intentional about sharing the good news.&amp;nbsp; We make intentional choices in our lives everyday.&amp;nbsp; What do you do differently this season that is an intentional celebration of His birth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-6751501792094414873?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/6751501792094414873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/12/advent-preparations-are-intentional.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/6751501792094414873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/6751501792094414873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/12/advent-preparations-are-intentional.html' title='Advent Preparations are Intentional'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-286797026459784007</id><published>2011-12-20T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T11:57:39.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advent is About Traditions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Traditions ~ pa dum dum...&lt;br /&gt;Traditions ~ Traditions"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(Fiddler on the Roof)﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Advent is full of family and cultural traditions.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;﻿The cultural ones tend to be about shopping and sales. But, there are many other traditions in our culture:&amp;nbsp; putting up lights, baking, Christmas trees, Santa, snowmen, angels, reindeer, and even penguins can get in there too.&amp;nbsp; The family ones can be secular but also spiritual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Last night, four of us drove to Vasona Park's Festival of Lights in Los Gatos, CA.&amp;nbsp; It was beautiful!&amp;nbsp; Two years ago, ten of us rented a limo van and&amp;nbsp;rode through Spanaway's Festival of Lights, WA.&amp;nbsp; It was also very beautiful. The displays were bright, had moving parts, funny, colorful, and secular...but still a fun time.&amp;nbsp; I love looking at Christmas lights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;It took me back to childhood as one of our traditions was driving to look at the Christmas lights. "Back then" many neighborhoods had themes with everyone decorating. I remember one, Candy Cane Lane but there were many others in the Seattle/Renton areas.&amp;nbsp; We would go to Lake Wilderness, Fairwood, Maple Valley, and end in West Seattle at Gai's fancy, fancy house.&amp;nbsp; (He was one of the "Gai's Breads'" brothers.) The evening was a peaceful, family time. A tradition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;As a child, our tree had an angel on the top and icicles hanging on most branches.&amp;nbsp; We used the large lighted bulbs and mostly round ornaments. Grandma sent us double fudge and fruit chews which Dad carried on after Grandma died. Mom always made divinity&amp;nbsp; and Spritz cookies. Our family would go to the Christmas Eve service in Rainier Beach area and see friends and relatives. I remember it feeling like a holy time of focusing on Jesus.&amp;nbsp; Then we would come home and open our gifts. (Santa's gifts were for Christmas morning.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;As an adult and mother, we continued many of the traditions except that we opened our gifts on Christmas morning.&amp;nbsp; Christmas Eve Candlelight service and a potluck with friends became the focus of the evening.&amp;nbsp; Christmas morning was a time for gifts, games, music, and cinnamon rolls.&amp;nbsp; The larger meal was in the afternoon.&amp;nbsp; The decorations changed a little:&amp;nbsp; a manger scene, small lights on the tree, different shaped ornaments, some snowmen, but still an angel on the top.&amp;nbsp; The icicles changed to ribbons. The tree had a theme: children, school, music, or angels. Giving to friends and family expanded to giving to single moms and/or the homeless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;From a child, to an adult, married, children, single, grown children, two years fighting breast cancer, and now living with my brother, sister-in-law, and niece, some things remain the same:&amp;nbsp; celebrating Jesus' entrance on earth. No matter what the traditions, this season is still a time for me - us - to reflect on our Lord.&amp;nbsp; No matter what the economics, we can celebrate His birth. No matter what the location, we can loudly celebrate His sacrifice. No matter what is happening around the world, we can still have peace, love, joy, and hope in our hearts.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Suddenly, an angel of the Lord appeared among them, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;and the radiance of the Lord’s glory surrounded them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;They were terrified, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;but the angel reassured them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;Don’t be afraid&lt;/strong&gt;!” he said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;“I bring you &lt;strong&gt;good news &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;that will bring &lt;strong&gt;great joy&lt;/strong&gt; to all people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;The &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Savior&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;—yes, the &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Messiah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lord&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;—has been born today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;in Bethlehem, the city of David! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;you &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; recognize Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by this sign: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;You will find a baby wrapped snugly in strips of cloth, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;lying in a manger.”&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Luke 2:9 - 12&amp;nbsp; NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-286797026459784007?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/286797026459784007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/12/advent-is-about-traditions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/286797026459784007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/286797026459784007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/12/advent-is-about-traditions.html' title='Advent is About Traditions'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-6018277257123132886</id><published>2011-12-19T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T01:45:56.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advent is About the ALMIGHTY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;God sent a man, John the Baptist, to tell about the light so that everyone might believe because of his testimony. John himself was not the light; he was simply a witness to tell about the light.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;The One who is the true light, Who gives light to everyone, was coming into the world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;He came into the very world He created, but the world &lt;strong&gt;didn’t recognize Him&lt;/strong&gt;. He came to His own people, and even they &lt;strong&gt;rejected&lt;/strong&gt; Him. But to all who &lt;strong&gt;believed Him and accepted Him&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He gave the right to become children of God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. They are reborn—not with a physical birth resulting from human passion or plan, but a birth that comes from God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So the Word became human and made His home among us. He was &lt;strong&gt;full of unfailing love and faithfulness&lt;/strong&gt;. And we have seen His glory, the glory of the Father’s one and only Son. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;John testified about him when he shouted to the crowds, “This is the one I was talking about when I said, ‘Someone is coming after me who is far greater than I am, for he existed long before me.&lt;/span&gt;’”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;From His abundance we have all received one gracious blessing after another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;John 1:6 - 16&amp;nbsp; NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Wow! The Almighty God, the all-powerful, supreme God put on flesh for us. Every time I think about this, which is daily in Advent, it amazes me that He loves me - us - people so much that He became vulnerable to rejection, pain, misunderstanding, and wasn't even recognized by most people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Have you ever felt like you should be recognized but weren't?&amp;nbsp; I was gone from school for one year while having chemo, came back to teach the following school year, and had some parents and some students not know me.&amp;nbsp; After eleven years of teaching in that building, I had been forgotten, unrecognized...and I am not God.&amp;nbsp; Imagine being Jesus, giving up Heaven to come and be the Savior to people, and then they don't even recognize you, including your family.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Have you been rejected?&amp;nbsp; Most of us have in one way or another:&amp;nbsp; not making the team, not receiving an award that we thought we had earned, a spouse leaving for someone else, a parent deserting us. There are many ways in which we have been rejected.&amp;nbsp; But, we are not God.&amp;nbsp; Jesus gave up Heaven, His throne, to be the Savior, and many still reject Him. But, watch what He does:&amp;nbsp; He gives us a gift!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;The Lord Almighty, the Word, the Creator, the faithful God, our unconditional Lover gives us a gift!&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;Christmas is &lt;em&gt;ALL&lt;/em&gt; about the gift &lt;em&gt;from &lt;/em&gt;Almighty&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;God&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp; We can become HIS children...if we&amp;nbsp;believe&amp;nbsp;Him to be the Only Son of God &lt;em&gt;AND&lt;/em&gt; accept Him as such.&amp;nbsp; We might be battling cancer, loneliness, or financial struggles but we are children of the Almighty God.&amp;nbsp; Wow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Gifts?&amp;nbsp; Gifts?&amp;nbsp; That is the focus:&amp;nbsp; His gifts to us.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;One gracious blessing after another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Amen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-6018277257123132886?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/6018277257123132886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/12/advent-is-about-almighty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/6018277257123132886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/6018277257123132886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/12/advent-is-about-almighty.html' title='Advent is About the ALMIGHTY'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-6103946600438325814</id><published>2011-12-15T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T18:38:04.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advent Is About Our Radiant Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What does radiant mean? I can tell you what it doesn't mean. I am not radiant.&amp;nbsp; Today I couldn't even muster up enough energy to go to the Ralph Carmichael Big Band concert.&amp;nbsp; It would have been invigorating and I could have spent time with some people from church.&amp;nbsp; No energy. Headache. Blurry vision. Did I say "No Energy"?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;According to the dictionary, RADIANT can be a noun or an adjective:&amp;nbsp; emitting light or filled with light.&amp;nbsp; Beaming. Bright. Brilliant. Glowing. Dazzling. Do those words make you think of anything or anyone?&amp;nbsp; Does this word make you think of Christmas?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The star&amp;nbsp;that led the wise men was radiant. The angel announcing&amp;nbsp;Jesus' coming birth was radiant. Many people think that pregnancy makes a woman radiant. Pictures portray the Baby Jesus as being radiant. All mean bright, brilliant, glowing, and joyful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The Baby Jesus fills us with joy. He is radiant because He &lt;em&gt;beams&lt;/em&gt; unconditional love. He is radiant because He &lt;em&gt;dazzles&lt;/em&gt; us with His wisdom.&amp;nbsp; He is radiant because He &lt;em&gt;brightly&lt;/em&gt; shows us the way to Heaven. He is radiant because He &lt;em&gt;emits &lt;/em&gt;light on truth.&amp;nbsp;Jesus is the One Who embodies love, joy, peace, and hope.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;How does that relate to everyday? Tonight I was very disappointed that I did not get to go and hear Big Band music. Then two blessings from God came my way: a Christmas gift from Tim &amp;amp; Rachel &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; Maggie brought me the ball to play with her. Their gift is one that I can and will use daily.&amp;nbsp; God knew that&amp;nbsp;Tim &amp;amp; Rachel&amp;nbsp;thinking of me in a personal way would put a smile on my face.&amp;nbsp; God knew that sitting near the tree and the glowing fire with Maggie would be comforting to me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Thinking about the Radiance of our Lord Jesus puts a smile on my face.&amp;nbsp;Reflecting on His personal touch in daily life is what Christmastime gives me.&amp;nbsp; No energy? But, it does give me time to reflect and see His personal touch in my life.&amp;nbsp; It gives me time for prayer or conversation with the Father.&amp;nbsp; Advent is about our Radiant Lord.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Suddenly, the angel was joined by a vast host of others&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;—the armies of heaven—&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;praising&lt;/strong&gt; God and saying,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;“Glory to God in highest heaven,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;and peace on earth to those with whom God is pleased.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Luke 2: 13 - 14&amp;nbsp; NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-6103946600438325814?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/6103946600438325814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/12/advent-is-about-our-radiant-lord.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/6103946600438325814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/6103946600438325814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/12/advent-is-about-our-radiant-lord.html' title='Advent Is About Our Radiant Lord'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-2981598414217917678</id><published>2011-12-11T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T20:25:59.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advent Can Include Adoration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Today was the children's program at church. What a great representation of Luke 2 and Matthew 2:&amp;nbsp; Mary, Joseph, angels, sheep, shepherds, star, wisemen, donkey. The performers were young children and elementary children.&amp;nbsp; Some wanted their mothers, some posed for cameras, some smiled, and some stuck to the "script".&amp;nbsp; Five year old Mary and five year old Joseph&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;gently&lt;/em&gt; wrapped&amp;nbsp;baby Jesus in a blanket. The young angel smiled while she delivered the message to the shepherds. The other angels joined the angel and held their&amp;nbsp;arms in the air so that parents could get pictures. Parents stayed in their seats and quietly took pictures but their children knew. Adoration toward the Baby Jesus was seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The sermon followed and made us focus on Jesus, the Son of God, who became human. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HE can relate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to us emotionally, physically, and experiencially. Jesus was rejected even by His Father (on the cross), felt true pain (on the cross), and knew loss (death of his earthly father, sometime between age of 12 and death,&amp;nbsp;John 19:25 - 27).&amp;nbsp; At one point His brothers misunderstood Him. The people who knew Him while growing up rejected Him. And, He physically got tired like when He was at the well, sitting, resting.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Reflecting on my life, it has been comforting to know that God incarnate understood me.&amp;nbsp; He had felt betrayed, alone, rejected, misunderstood, tempted, limited physically, left His home, and in pain. I don't have to say, "But no one understands all that I have given up...been through, etc."&amp;nbsp; He does!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;But why ADORATION?&amp;nbsp; I love Him&amp;nbsp;because He knows me.&amp;nbsp; I love Him because He loves me.&amp;nbsp; I love Him because He has sacrificed Heaven, the Throne, and His life for me.&amp;nbsp; I worship Him because He is God. I worship Him because He gives Peace.&amp;nbsp; I worship Him because He is accessible.&amp;nbsp; I worship Him because He is Love.&amp;nbsp; I worship Him because He is&amp;nbsp;my Savior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Mary responded,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“Oh, how my soul praises the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How my spirit rejoices in &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God my Savior&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For he took notice of his lowly servant girl,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and from now on all generations will call me blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Mighty One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;holy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and H&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;done great things&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shows mercy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from generation to generation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to all who fear Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His mighty arm has &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;done tremendous things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... ... ... ... ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He has &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;helped&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; His servant Israel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and remembered to be &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;merciful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Luke 1:46 - 54&amp;nbsp; NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O come, all ye faithful, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joyful and triumphant, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come and behold him, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Born the King of angels; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O come, let us adore him, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O come, let us adore him, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O Come, let us adore him, Christ the Lord. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-2981598414217917678?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/2981598414217917678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/12/advent-can-include-adoration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/2981598414217917678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/2981598414217917678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/12/advent-can-include-adoration.html' title='Advent Can Include Adoration'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-7620053246397135902</id><published>2011-12-10T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T13:40:52.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advent Can Be Prayerful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;While reflecting on the past few days, it was obvious that my energy came in spurts. Yesterday, after sleeping until five pm, I had energy for a few little things. I was able to do a few things for others. It was a great feeling as usually people are waiting on me. The other observation was that the concert was worth the tole it took on my body. That is how I will decide which events to push toward:&amp;nbsp; no energy used&amp;nbsp;prior to the event, eat healthy, plan on sleeping the following day, and enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The leading up to the concert was very exciting. All of us were looking forward to a fun evening and we were not disappointed.&amp;nbsp;Straight No Chaser is a group of showmen. Very entertaining and&amp;nbsp;talented singers. But, why the excitement? What were the expectations? People around us were equally as excited and most of them had seen these men in person several times. For us, it was new but we expected beautiful singing mixed with choreography and humor. An evening of laughing. The musicians did not disappoint. The excitement matched the performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Will Advent match the excitement? While growing up, I remember this month leading up to Christmas as &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; stressful. There was a "to-do" list that caused a lot of pressure. My personality is one that I will make the list but whatever doesn't get done is ok. We adjust without that being done.&amp;nbsp; (Ok, except for cleaning when guests were coming. That could add stress the kids and those around me.) Plus, I used to have the goal of getting shopping completed by the end of October.&amp;nbsp; That worked for me because decorating and baking were important...and cards.&amp;nbsp; So, did the excitement match reality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;My excitement leading up to December 24 and 25 is about people. Who will I see? What can I do to make the holiday memorable for others? How do I make the celebration center around Jesus?&amp;nbsp; Well, prayer needs to be added.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;When the season includes daily prayer time, it is&amp;nbsp;our invitation for God to join us. "Lord, please help me keep You the center of Advent and our celebrations on Christmas Eve and Day. I love You and want this time to be Yours."&amp;nbsp; The thought that He left Heaven for me, for us, is such an enormous sacrifice that I have to give Him center stage. Prayer is one way to do that: a specified time in my routine, or sporadic if that is your personality. Talking with Him makes me focus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;For a Child is born to us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;a Son is given to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The government will rest on His shoulders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And He will be called:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wonderful Counselor, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mighty God,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everlasting Father, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prince of Peace&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Isaiah 9:6&amp;nbsp; NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The song, "Move Me Closer (A Shepherd's Prayer)" by Evie Tornquist is playing. It talks about moving closer to the Lord in the manger scene. That is my prayer today and all of Advent:&amp;nbsp; "Lord, please move me closer to You. Show me how to be more like You and to live aware of Your Presence."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-7620053246397135902?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/7620053246397135902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/12/advent-can-be-prayerful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/7620053246397135902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/7620053246397135902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/12/advent-can-be-prayerful.html' title='Advent Can Be Prayerful'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-6820601260084755521</id><published>2011-12-08T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T15:20:11.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advent Can Be Exciting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Have you ever wondered what children are expecting at Halloween? At Birthdays? At Christmas? If I was teaching, I would have students write about their expectations. They get so excited when a holiday is coming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Tonight I am going to a concert and I am sooooo excited! No energy. No Energy. No ENERGY! But, I AM GOING!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Straight No Chaser&lt;/em&gt; is a men's a capella group. I have heard them and seen a video of one of their shows. They are fantastic! But, why am I excited? What am I expecting that would push me to get ready? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Advent is an exciting time but our culture tends to make it stressful:&amp;nbsp; shopping, decorating, baking, cards, mailing, entertaining.&amp;nbsp; But, put it back into perspective of what advent is:&amp;nbsp; waiting for the Savior, celebrating His earthly birth. The rest is pressure put on us by our culture. God loves us no matter what we finish or leave undone this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Why is Advent exciting? Well, what could be better or more important? We are celebrating Jesus' coming to Earth from Heaven, taking on human form, sacrificing all for us. Exciting? It is exciting to stop and think about how much He loves us. None of us has ever or can ever sacrifice what He did for us. Leaving Heaven??? Leaving His throne?&amp;nbsp; Leaving His place next to the Father? That is so awesome - fantastic - exciting!&amp;nbsp; I am excited because I want to be reminded everyday of His unconditional, sacrificial love for me. Manger scenes, carols, Christmas songs, children's plays, Luke 2, and some cards are reminders for me of the true reason for Advent.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Why am I excited for the concert? What do I expect that is worth pushing my body so hard? I expect to experience lively music, humor, beautifully blended sounds, fellowship, and the making of a warm memory.&amp;nbsp; I am excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-6820601260084755521?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/6820601260084755521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/12/advent-can-be-exciting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/6820601260084755521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/6820601260084755521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/12/advent-can-be-exciting.html' title='Advent Can Be Exciting'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-6481668268940446668</id><published>2011-12-06T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T14:10:26.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advent Can Be Reflective</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Making the waiting and preparation for the celebration of Jesus' birth can be personal but also reflective.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; Realizing that the Lord of all is personally involved in our daily lives is exhilarating!&amp;nbsp; For me, He gave me the necessary energy to get blood tests, etc completed for Wed.'s oncology appointment. It was amazing. Where was that energy hiding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The whole day the Lord was visible and blessed me personally. Maggie, the family dog, brought me her ball and we played together. Another Christmas tub was found and it had a collection of my books. Some of my decorations were added to the rooms throughout the house. It feels like Christmas - Advent and home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;How is REFLECTING different from making this season personal? Personal is being aware of our Lord's presence in our lives. Reflecting is taking time to write, draw, discuss, record about the day or two days. How would you describe yesterday in regards to &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God's Presence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Your awareness of &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;preparing for Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? What brought &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? What brought &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? What showed &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;For me, it was interesting to see how I went from being depressed at how my health impacts others' lives to feeling content to feeling joyful. The circumstances did not change but my understanding of my emotions changed. Reflection turned my depression to joy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-6481668268940446668?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/6481668268940446668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/12/advent-can-be-reflective.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/6481668268940446668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/6481668268940446668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/12/advent-can-be-reflective.html' title='Advent Can Be Reflective'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-2667317606085746896</id><published>2011-12-04T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T16:45:19.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advent Can Be Personal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Whether moving, planning a wedding, going on a trip, preparing for surgery, or at the end of your life, it is personal. Often we think of preparations for Christmas as a group or family project: decorating, buying gifts, sending cards, baking cookies, school performances, wrapping the gifts, caroling, or setting up the manger scene.&amp;nbsp; But, to make the Advent season meaningful, it must be personal too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I was impressed and excited when one young lady posted that she was going to read part of the Christmas story from the Bible each day prior to Christmas.&amp;nbsp; What a great example and decision!&amp;nbsp; Others are making lists and "checking them twice".&amp;nbsp; Some friends have chocolate advent calendars to open each day.&amp;nbsp;All of this made me realize that I need everyday to be a personal journey with God &lt;em&gt;because&lt;/em&gt; it is Advent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;My journey has made me more aware of death and Heaven.&amp;nbsp; I have a playlist on my iPod labeled "Heaven" as well as Christmas, Worship, Christian, Country, Classical, Oldies, Jazz, etc.&amp;nbsp; Writing to special people in my life is part of my preparation. Making sure that bank accounts, etc are set up to make the transition easy for others has taken place. Possessions and little details have been thought about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;But, what is special this month, this time of preparing for the celebration of Jesus' birth? Bible reading, being aware of blessings, daily thanking Him for His sacrifice for me, and looking at creation, life, people as daily gifts from God.&amp;nbsp; That is what I will do this month that is different than my daily routine: focus on the gift(s) that He has personally given me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Years ago, God made a rainbow just for me. This summer He sent a "get well" balloon into the yard just for me. The birds visit the yard just for me. This bedroom is here just for me. The palm trees are visible just for me.&amp;nbsp; Music plays just for me. The laughter I hear is just for me. And, Jesus came to earth, &lt;em&gt;just for me&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;When we personalize all that He does and has done, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Advent becomes very special and very personal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Celebrate His touch in your life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-2667317606085746896?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/2667317606085746896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/12/advent-can-be-personal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/2667317606085746896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/2667317606085746896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/12/advent-can-be-personal.html' title='Advent Can Be Personal'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-3161153793319622757</id><published>2011-12-03T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T18:56:19.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Advent is a time of preparation. Transitions are a part of life filled with preparations.&amp;nbsp; After spending three weeks in southern Washington and Oregon, I have now returned home to San Jose. Emotionally it was interesting to go to Washington and emotional while returning home.&amp;nbsp;Going from healthy to&amp;nbsp;cancer with no energy&amp;nbsp;has been a huge transition.&amp;nbsp; And, now, all of us&amp;nbsp;are transitioning from Thanksgiving to Christmas time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Jesus willfully transitioned from Heaven to Earth. He went from perfection to chaos, no&amp;nbsp;enclosure to a limiting body, perfect love to rejection, Deity to human. Jesus did this for us so we use this time to prepare for the celebration of His birth.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;P - Personal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;R - Reflective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;E - Exciting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;P - Prayerful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;A - Adoration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;R - Radiant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;A - Almighty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;T - Traditions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I -&amp;nbsp; Intentional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;O - Others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;N - Nativity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;From now until December 25, I want to focus on preparing for Christmas. Hopefully it will remind us that we are preparing for many things during our journey together. This whole month watch to see where God is taking you. While preparing to come home, I was trying to sleep but was frustrated due to little energy. I had wanted to make special memories with Tim and Rachel but didn't have energy to leave the house. I decided to check Facebook and saw that the verse on my News Feed from Bible was Psalm 73:26:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My health may &lt;em&gt;fail&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;and my spirit may &lt;em&gt;grow weak&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;God remains the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;strength of my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;He is &lt;strong&gt;mine forever&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I love how He is involved in every minute of my life. Physical transitions. Seasonal transitions. Relational transitions. HE is my strength - our strength. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;﻿ &lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Memories were made inside their house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-3161153793319622757?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/3161153793319622757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/12/advent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/3161153793319622757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/3161153793319622757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/12/advent.html' title='Advent'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-1272398394820543321</id><published>2011-11-26T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T18:41:47.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Focus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I am sitting in a chalet facing the ocean. Wave after wave rolls in, some with spray, some green, some meeting in the middle of a single wave. The horizon is so perfectly straight. Clouds but some faint blue sky showing through at the horizon. My camera is beside me. My iPod is playing Sandi Patty, “We Shall Behold Him”. The smells of breakfast are coming from the kitchen. The pine tree beside the window is still. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The first morning this pine tree had about five little birds flying, landing, getting food, and departing. So, for the next two mornings I have waited for the small birds to return. As I was taking pictures of the waves, a small flock of the yellowish birds flew past the window. My focus was on the waves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It reminded me of how often my focus is elsewhere when God is waiting for me to communicate with Him. The other night I was saddened by a comment on Facebook and decided to read some verses on Bible Gateway. The verse of the day was Colossians 3:17&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;NLT&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;"And whatever you do or say, do it as a representative of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks through him to God the Father."&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Our actions and responses must reflect Him. Wow! The loving Lord was present:&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;God is our refuge and strength, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;an &lt;strong&gt;ever-present help&lt;/strong&gt; in trouble. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Psalm 46:1&amp;nbsp; NIV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;After praying, my focus remained on Him and on what the other person needed. PTL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Reminders of focusing on Him, on the other person, on His Word put a smile on my face. Focusing on me often robs me of the joy. There is joy if we keep our focus on Him.&amp;nbsp; (And... another flock of birds just flew by the window.&amp;nbsp; Funny!&amp;nbsp; HE is present and has a sense of humor.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;(My CT Scan showed the small tumors in my lung but they are stable - not growing.&amp;nbsp; Thank-YOU, Lord!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-1272398394820543321?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/1272398394820543321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/11/focus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/1272398394820543321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/1272398394820543321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/11/focus.html' title='Focus'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-2118181857478096963</id><published>2011-11-14T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T20:07:45.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give It Back to Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The Lord is my &lt;strong&gt;light&lt;/strong&gt; and my &lt;strong&gt;salvation&lt;/strong&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;so &lt;em&gt;why &lt;/em&gt;should I be afraid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The Lord is my &lt;strong&gt;fortress&lt;/strong&gt;, protecting me from danger,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;so &lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt; should I tremble?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;The one thing I ask of the Lord—&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;the thing I seek most—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; is to &lt;strong&gt;live&lt;/strong&gt; in the house of the Lord all the days of my life,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;delighting&lt;/strong&gt; in the Lord’s perfections&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and &lt;strong&gt;meditating&lt;/strong&gt; in his Temple.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; For He will conceal me there when troubles come;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He will hide me in his sanctuary.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He will place me out of reach on a high rock&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Hear me as I pray, O Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Be merciful and answer me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My heart has heard You say, “&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come and talk with Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And my heart responds, “&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Lord, I am coming&lt;/span&gt;.”&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Psalm 27:1, 4 - 5, 7 - 8&amp;nbsp; NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Psalm 27 is a source of strength for me.&amp;nbsp; Today, I could feel myself becoming anxious for the results of my CT Scan.&amp;nbsp; Back to my process so that I can leave it with the Lord. He is my &lt;u&gt;Light&lt;/u&gt;: sheds light on the Truth, the future, the darkness.&amp;nbsp; He is my &lt;u&gt;Salvation&lt;/u&gt;: directs my focus, clarifies importance, saves me. He is my &lt;u&gt;Fortress&lt;/u&gt;: protective buildings, safe home, all around, above, beneath.&amp;nbsp; I reviewed why I don't need to worry because all of the possibilities are covered and He knows which one is real. Look at Who He is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;There are actions for me to take:&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;live&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in His house, His Presence,&amp;nbsp;awareness of Him;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;delight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on His characteristics, His perfection;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;meditate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in His temple, in His creation, in His Word. And, most of all, talk to Him.&amp;nbsp; He asks us to COME and TALK&amp;nbsp;with Him.&amp;nbsp; Physically &lt;em&gt;come&lt;/em&gt; to a place where we can focus on prayer, talking, and listening.&amp;nbsp; He is available.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I do not need to stress or take back the results from Him. Focus on His Word and characteristics.&amp;nbsp; Pray.&amp;nbsp; He will meet me and give me peace.&amp;nbsp; Find your place to live, delight, meditate and then talk with our loving, perfect Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-2118181857478096963?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/2118181857478096963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/11/give-it-back-to-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/2118181857478096963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/2118181857478096963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/11/give-it-back-to-him.html' title='Give It Back to Him'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-4151095241597167924</id><published>2011-11-12T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T01:12:22.010-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waiting'/><title type='text'>My Process</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I had my CT Scan a few days ago but I haven't been worrying or thinking much about the results.&amp;nbsp; This time I was able to process the outcome the way I did when Tim, my son, was in Iraq. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;For a mother&amp;nbsp;having a child in war&amp;nbsp;is a difficult time. The Lord was faithful, helped me, and gave me peace.&amp;nbsp; One thing I did was think about what could happen.&amp;nbsp; Then, I went through each scenario and thought about what the future would be like. I gave it back to the Lord and if I was tempted to take it back and worry, I'd go through the steps again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;This week, I listed what the CT Scan &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;c&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;ould show:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 1. The tumors have shrunk in size or disappeared due to the medication.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 2. The medication has kept the tumors the same size.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 3. The tumors have grown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 4. The cancer has spread and there are more tumors in the lungs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 5. The cancer has spread to other parts of my body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Next, I thought about what each possibility would mean for my life.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 1. Praise the LORD, the side effects from the medication are worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 2. Same...Praise the LORD, it is worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 3. With my oncologist, we will decide if there is another option for treatment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 4. Same discussion will be needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;5. This discussion will be about the quality of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Last,&amp;nbsp;the situation&amp;nbsp;goes back to the LORD because it is out of my control.&amp;nbsp; While waiting, I can read verses in my Bible, listen to music, laugh, write, go up to southern Washington/Oregon to visit family and friends, use my camera to record the beauty around me, and focus on those around me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Lord is my strength and shield. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I trust Him with all my heart. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He helps me, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and my heart is filled with joy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I burst out in songs of thanksgiving. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Psalm 28:7&amp;nbsp; NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trust&lt;/strong&gt; in the Lord with &lt;strong&gt;all &lt;/strong&gt;your heart;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;do &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; depend on your own understanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seek&lt;/strong&gt; His will in all you do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;He will show&lt;/strong&gt; you which path to take.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Proverbs 3:5 - 6&amp;nbsp; NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;This process works for me while in limbo.&amp;nbsp; Each of us are unique and must find our own way to cope while waiting for answers.&amp;nbsp; What is your coping process?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-4151095241597167924?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/4151095241597167924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-process.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/4151095241597167924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/4151095241597167924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-process.html' title='My Process'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-3374938668764643840</id><published>2011-11-07T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T13:56:46.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Test Followed by Waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This has been stated several times in my blog but here I go again:&amp;nbsp; CT Scan on Wednesday to see if the medication has slowed down the growth, stopped the growth, or shrunk the tumors in my left lung. Or, is it spreading? Cancer is the focus this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This is my command—&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;be strong and courageous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Do &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; be &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;afraid or discouraged&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;For the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Lord your God is with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wherever you go.”&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Joshua 1:9&amp;nbsp; NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Amen! HE is with me and my focus needs to stay on Him.&amp;nbsp; I KNOW this! Then the human side kicks in and I am reminded &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;that my body is battling an enemy that has broken through the protective walls.&amp;nbsp; Some days I can forget that battle and just deal with the energy or lack of energy. For example, today I learned another coping skill for getting up and out of the shower:&amp;nbsp; keep a cane next to the shower door and use it for balance.&amp;nbsp; (Wow!&amp;nbsp; I'm a genius!!!&lt;/span&gt;﻿)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In the middle of&amp;nbsp;all of exercise of disciplining my thoughts, another blessing came: a trip up north.&amp;nbsp; I love it here and am very, very thankful to be right where I am.&amp;nbsp; But a trip?&amp;nbsp; That gets my mind off from waiting for the results. &amp;nbsp;A "God thing" is what I like to call it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Not&lt;/em&gt; discouraged...I'll reconnect with other family members and the beauty around me. I love how the Lord works things out and changes settings so that we can see Him more clearly.&amp;nbsp; All Kevin had to say was: it looks like you prefer riding to flying...unless you will let the airline workers come get you at the curb with a wheelchair.&amp;nbsp; Or, is that telling yourself that you can't fly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;So, scan on Wednesday, my sister and her husband come visit on Thursday or Friday, and I will try to "catch a ride" with them on Sunday.&amp;nbsp;During the wait time, I'll be up north. What an awesome God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Psalm 31 is awesome! Take time to read it as it ends with "be strong..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-3374938668764643840?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/3374938668764643840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/11/another-test-followed-by-waiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/3374938668764643840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/3374938668764643840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/11/another-test-followed-by-waiting.html' title='Another Test Followed by Waiting'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-8596189660681707224</id><published>2011-10-31T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T12:47:21.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Last night a friend asked me about the blessings that the Lord is giving me. She knows that with trials, there are always blessings. I fell asleep thinking about His blessings and His touch.&amp;nbsp; Our loving Lord has blessed me throughout my life in many, many ways:&amp;nbsp; family, friendships, finances, faith. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;San Jose has been my home for four months.&amp;nbsp; It is amazing to me that I feel like I have transitioned to this as home.&amp;nbsp; When I left Kent, I left my teaching (a true love of mine), close friends, my comfortable townhome (which was "me" and held memories), my sister &amp;amp; nieces, visitations from Bailey, colleagues, and Kent Covenant Church.&amp;nbsp; Kent had been home for the last 16 years and the Pacific NW had been my home most of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I have been blessed with a loving family here:&amp;nbsp; brother, sister-in-law, niece.&amp;nbsp; The church family here has welcomed me and supports me.&amp;nbsp; The women's Bible study continues to lead me in new spiritual areas of growth.&amp;nbsp; Sunshine.&amp;nbsp;Kevin's wisdom has helped me see the physical changes in me and to see reality.&amp;nbsp; My kids have visited. &amp;nbsp;Another sister-in-law blessed me with a visit. &amp;nbsp;And, Maggie, their yellow lab, is a great companion.&amp;nbsp; The transition has been smoother and more complete than I ever expected or thought was possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The Lord is awesome:&amp;nbsp; personal, loving, strengthening, compassionate, understanding, and a guide.&amp;nbsp; The balloon floated by to say "Get Well".&amp;nbsp; We drove to San Francisco on a beautiful, clear, and sunny day.&amp;nbsp; The birds sing everyday and are very visible.&amp;nbsp; We each worship God in our own ways and together.&amp;nbsp; I have been blessed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-8596189660681707224?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/8596189660681707224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/10/blessings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/8596189660681707224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/8596189660681707224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/10/blessings.html' title='Blessings'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-7338326522261809389</id><published>2011-10-30T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T18:53:18.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worth the Risk?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;When you receive a new medication, you also get a list of the side effects. Does it make you wonder if the chance is worth it?&amp;nbsp; In the past two years I have had negative reactions to at least six medications.&amp;nbsp; The two most serious were&amp;nbsp;Neurontin - rash that stayed for months, and Sutant - a stroke like reaction that ended with me in the hospital for six days. Then there are all of the medications that cause fatigue. Dislike, dislike, dislike...&lt;em&gt;but&lt;/em&gt; one of them is keeping the cancer growth at bay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The drug companies have to, by law,&amp;nbsp;tell us the possible side effects but the worst one, Sutant, wasn't even known.&amp;nbsp; Do those warnings make you stop and think before taking them or do you ignore them? Do you live like the teenagers, "It will not happen to me" or, do you weigh the good against the potential side effects? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;For me, I have even taken one step farther: the doctor says I should continue taking a certain medication based on numbers of tests. My oncologist had a different view as she is focused on the quality of my life and battling cancer. I have to investigate on my own and weigh the pros and cons. What is the appropriate choice for me?&amp;nbsp; For my family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I think that we do this in faith too.&amp;nbsp; God tells us what the consequences of sin are but we either ignore what He says or don't read it. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes we even say that He will protect us or show us that our choice is wrong if He doesn't want us to go down that path. But, He already has told us! We have the responsibility to read His Word, study what He has said, and obey...or do we say, "This choice is worth the consequences" or "I don't believe that." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;For me, the one thing that I must live by is that there is one God.&amp;nbsp; HE is to be number one in my life.&amp;nbsp; Once I got to that point in my life, choices became easier and there was peace. Because:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; made all the delicate, inner parts of my body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;and knit me together in my mother’s womb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Thank You for making me so wonderfully complex!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;as I was woven together in the dark of the womb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; saw me before I was born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Every day of my life was recorded in your book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Every moment was laid out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;before a single day had passed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;How precious are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; thoughts about me, O God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;They cannot be numbered!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Psalm 139:13 - 17&amp;nbsp; NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Thank-You for Your love and guidance, Lord. I will use the abilities You gave me to carefully make choices with my health. &lt;/span&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-7338326522261809389?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/7338326522261809389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/10/worth-risk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/7338326522261809389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/7338326522261809389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/10/worth-risk.html' title='Worth the Risk?'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-7287810619349359451</id><published>2011-10-24T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T23:35:10.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HE is LORD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The past week has been quite an unusual few days for me.&amp;nbsp; Saturday, Kevin, Luann, and Ashley took me to "the City" (that is San Francisco). We rented a wheelchair and drove in the beautiful sunshine. Above the &lt;em&gt;Cliff House Restaurant&lt;/em&gt;, there is a park called &lt;em&gt;Lands End Trail&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp;The trail starts off with a paved path and then becomes a dirt trail. Off from the main trail are stairs leading to other areas of the park.&amp;nbsp;The trail has a gorgeous view of the bay, the Golden Gate Bridge, sail boats, rocks, tug boats, barges, cypress trees, and even a few boats with motors.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;This was my first outing in a wheelchair.&amp;nbsp;It was fine as I was not self-conscience at all. If anyone looked at me I'd smile or say "thank-you" when they scooted over&amp;nbsp;so Kev to push me past them. I truly thought that it was going to be uncomfortable but I wanted to go with them into San Francisco and I am not strong enough to walk on the trails. My desire to go out weighed my disappointment in being weak...and I was not disappointed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Everything was so breath-taking! One has to think about Who created all of this beauty when looking into bay. Awesome! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Then came two days of no energy at all.&amp;nbsp; I slept twelve hours Saturday night and Monday I slept most of the day.&amp;nbsp; It can be discouraging but I have stopped trying to figure out the causes. If I go down that road I can come to conclusions that do not match reality: the cancer is spreading, one of the drugs must be causing it, my kidney is giving out, etc., etc., etc. None of that does any good.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Then, I read chapter three of &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Out of the Salt Shaker&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...by Rebecca Manley Pippert, "&lt;em&gt;Jesus - Lord of All&lt;/em&gt;." Fantastic chapter on why we give Him control of our lives:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;"Besides the fact that He deserves it because of Who He is, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;He knows He is the only one in the universe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;who can control us without destroying us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;He will make sense out of your brokenness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The great and joyful paradox is that while He totally transforms us, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;He makes us more ourselves than ever before."&amp;nbsp; (p 54)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The whole chapter spoke to me. He knows me. He loves me. He accepts me. The Lord of all is not concerned about me walking or being in a wheelchair. He is looking at me, who I am, not my new limitations, not what I can do or cannot do.&amp;nbsp;So, walking on my own, using a cane, using a wheelchair, does not truly change who I am.&amp;nbsp; Day with some energy or day without any energy does not truly change who I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Funny thing is that I had this lesson when I was bald and again when my hair grew in very thin.&amp;nbsp;His control gives me gentle, little steps that build on one another. Inward appearance, not outward. Use the tools (hats, wigs, hair cream, cane, shower bench, wheelchair). &lt;/span&gt;﻿&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;These steps in my life have purpose but of most importance&amp;nbsp;is that they are&amp;nbsp;with the Lord of all in control.&amp;nbsp; Again, it leads to peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-7287810619349359451?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/7287810619349359451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/10/he-is-lord.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/7287810619349359451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/7287810619349359451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/10/he-is-lord.html' title='HE is LORD'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-8671736158526619393</id><published>2011-10-17T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T16:57:21.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Use the Tools</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My week has gone from walking 20 minutes a day to having no energy at all.&amp;nbsp; The church retreat did not happen for me. Normal activities have been a struggle.&amp;nbsp; Friends and family have been trying for a long time to get me to use a walker, wheelchair, and/or cane.&amp;nbsp; I also was using a shower bench in Kent but wanted to push myself in my new home.&amp;nbsp; But, was I?&amp;nbsp; No, I just did things that did not take much energy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so blessed to have easy access to the Bible.&amp;nbsp; Because of that, I keep telling myself that for me to have cancer, it had to go through God's hands.&amp;nbsp; He didn't cause it but satan cannot touch us unless God allows him to.&amp;nbsp; (Remember Job 1.)&amp;nbsp; Keeping that in mind, I know that God is with me in this cancer journey.&amp;nbsp; He loves me, guides me, strengthens me, encourages me, and is present with me.&amp;nbsp; That is peace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;So, then, why do I say "no" to things that will help the quality, i.e., mobility, of my life?&amp;nbsp; ACCEPTANCE.&amp;nbsp; I must accept the need for a cane or walker or wheelchair.&amp;nbsp; I must accept that I need it.&amp;nbsp; I must be able to accept that this might be my life.&amp;nbsp; I must accept reality.&amp;nbsp; My thought had been that if I accepted these tools then I would never get stronger.&amp;nbsp; In reality, the opposite is true.&amp;nbsp; If I accept the use of these tools, I am more likely to get out, do things that energize me, and be more content.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Today, the bench went into the shower.&amp;nbsp; The cane is beside me and has been used today.&amp;nbsp; (Not my cane but one to try.) I am ready to accept that this might be my energy level so I will get going.&amp;nbsp; God knew every part of me before I was born...even the cancers.&amp;nbsp; He prepared me, strengthened me, and gave me gifts that could be used now.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;made all the delicate, inner parts of my body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;and &lt;em&gt;knit me&lt;/em&gt; together in my mother’s womb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Thank &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;em&gt;making me&lt;/em&gt; so wonderfully complex!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;workmanship&lt;/em&gt; is marvelous—how well I know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/strong&gt; watched&lt;/em&gt; me as I was being formed in utter seclusion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;as I was woven together in the dark of the womb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;saw&lt;/em&gt; me before I was born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Every day of my life was recorded in your book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Every moment was laid out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;before a single day had passed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Psalm 139:13 - 16&amp;nbsp; NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pride set aside, gifts in place, situation accepted.&amp;nbsp; Here "we" come, cane and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-8671736158526619393?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/8671736158526619393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/10/use-tools.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/8671736158526619393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/8671736158526619393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/10/use-tools.html' title='Use the Tools'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-4464041610445435850</id><published>2011-10-09T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T15:18:03.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Understanding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It is a great feeling to be "filled up".&amp;nbsp; After hearing Kev's sermon about not being anxious, I spent an hour on the deck with classical music playing, my Bible, and my journal.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;During the night my toes and feet were really cramping.&amp;nbsp; They kept me awake and so I could not make myself get up and go to church.&amp;nbsp; (Thankfully, Kevin's past sermon's are online and I was able to listen to one that I had missed.)&amp;nbsp; I generally try to figure out what is causing pain, discomfort, lack of energy, etc.&amp;nbsp; But, in the end, I don't know if it has something to do with increasing my walking, wearing/not wearing shoes, low potassium, or neuropathy.&amp;nbsp; All I really can do is make sure that I am eating foods high in potassium, observe pain to see if after walking, or if with/without shoes.&amp;nbsp; As for now, living is what I am asked to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Trust in the Lord&lt;/span&gt; with all your heart&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;do &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; depend on your own understanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seek His will&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in all you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;He will show you&lt;/strong&gt; which path to take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Proverbs 3:5 - 6&amp;nbsp; NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;In my Bible reading, it became even more clear that I am to be using the gifts that God has given me...now.&amp;nbsp; My energy cannot be spent on trying to figure out everything my body is doing.&amp;nbsp; I have a good oncologist and it is her job to help sort all of this out.&amp;nbsp; My energy is to be used on eternal issues.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Between Acts 1 and Exodus, one can see that our loving Lord gives us what we need when we are told to do something.&amp;nbsp; The disciples were to wait for the Holy Spirit and Moses was to go speak to Pharaoh.&amp;nbsp; The disciples obeyed.&amp;nbsp; Moses made excuses.&amp;nbsp; Which do I do?&amp;nbsp; Or, should I say when do I obey and when do I act like Moses' early days?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;TRUST ~ SEEK ~ WATCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;"Yes" as my little nephew says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;"Yes, Lord."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-4464041610445435850?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/4464041610445435850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/10/understanding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/4464041610445435850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/4464041610445435850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/10/understanding.html' title='Understanding'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-6391015931071986613</id><published>2011-10-07T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T02:04:45.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Am I Looking?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My focus has been on myself and I don't like that.&amp;nbsp; With cancer (or any other health problem), the temptation is to have life be all about me.&amp;nbsp; My friends and I used to joke, "Oh, yes, I forgot that it was all about you/me/etc."&amp;nbsp; But, when we are ill, it is also about our caregivers.&amp;nbsp; People ask me daily, "How are you?"&amp;nbsp;so it is natural to have the discussions be focused on my health.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The first two years of this journey, I began scrap booking feelings and events.&amp;nbsp; The past year I have been making books &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(I use Mixbook but there are many other choices too)&lt;/span&gt; to help me process my emotions.&amp;nbsp; The latest project has been to make a book about the timeline of treatments and surgeries.&amp;nbsp; It was necessary so that I wouldn't be so hard on myself or the medications.&amp;nbsp; The fatigue is what is the most frustrating but the timeline has helped me see that my body has had to go through a lot:&amp;nbsp; three surgeries, chemo, radiation, hormone replacement therapy, and oral medication to fight kidney cancer.&amp;nbsp; My poor body has been battling two types of cancer and so I need to stop complaining about fatigue.&amp;nbsp; I also need to keep trying to do my part in pushing forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;While processing the frustrations and fatigue, I am looking at myself.&amp;nbsp; It made me stop and realize that there must be a balance:&amp;nbsp; the Lord &amp;amp; me, others &amp;amp; me.&amp;nbsp; Every-once-in-a-while I am reminded to "look up" and "look around".&amp;nbsp; Even when cancer is not the journey, one needs to fight to make others the center of our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;One morning I was praying that I would be aware of God's Presence.&amp;nbsp; (He is always here but I do not always stop and focus.)&amp;nbsp; I walked out of the room where I had been and glanced into the living room.&amp;nbsp; There is a table with a candle in the middle and at that moment the sun began to shine right on it.&amp;nbsp; Wow!&amp;nbsp; What a blessing!&amp;nbsp; I prayed, He heard me (naturally), and responded immediately.&amp;nbsp; His love can be so overwhelming, peaceful, comforting, and strengthening.&amp;nbsp; Now I need to go back to the timeline and include all of the miracles that have been a part of this journey.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-6391015931071986613?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/6391015931071986613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/10/where-am-i-looking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/6391015931071986613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/6391015931071986613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/10/where-am-i-looking.html' title='Where Am I Looking?'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-8323204540114371035</id><published>2011-09-28T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T20:03:58.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Half Empty or Half Full?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Starting last Friday has been interesting.&amp;nbsp; I could say that it has been awful:&amp;nbsp; got stabbed in the foot with a fork, Maggie took part of my finger with the dog treat, had a migraine, stomach issues, back/side pain.&amp;nbsp; So, a bad week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Or, I could say that I completed one Christmas gift, almost done with another, ordered gifts for several other people, and have worked on a puzzle.&amp;nbsp; I was able to Skype one evening and have received a few pictures of Hawaii sunsets.&amp;nbsp; One friend mailed a card with a picture of the two of us.&amp;nbsp; I received a gift from my Aunt Sharon.&amp;nbsp; And, was able to talk to one of the ladies from New Life Covenant.&amp;nbsp; So, a good week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Philippians 4:4&amp;nbsp; NIV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And Nehemiah continued, “Go and celebrate with a feast of rich foods and sweet drinks, and share gifts of food with people who have nothing prepared. This is &lt;em&gt;a sacred day&lt;/em&gt; before our Lord. Don’t be dejected and sad, for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the joy of the Lord is your strength&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!”&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Neh 8:10&amp;nbsp; NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The Lord is my strength and shield. I trust him with all my heart. &lt;em&gt;He helps me&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my heart is filled with joy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I burst out in &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;songs of thanksgiving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Psalm 28:7&amp;nbsp; NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Yes, what joy for those whose record the Lord has &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cleared of guilt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;whose lives are lived in complete honesty!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Psalm 32:2&amp;nbsp; NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;We can look at the negatives...including the things that we don't have, or we can think about the positives.&amp;nbsp; I choose joy!&lt;/span&gt;﻿&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I have to discipline myself to do this but we can:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Finally, brothers and sisters, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;whatever is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;true&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;whatever is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;noble&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;whatever is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;whatever is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;whatever is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;lovely&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;whatever is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;admirable&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;think about such things&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Philippians 4:8&amp;nbsp; NIV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-8323204540114371035?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/8323204540114371035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/09/half-empty-or-half-full.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/8323204540114371035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/8323204540114371035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/09/half-empty-or-half-full.html' title='Half Empty or Half Full?'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-2278586254362385439</id><published>2011-09-24T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T12:20:39.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do We See?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Last night I was able to Skype with family and friends.&amp;nbsp; It was so great to see their faces.&amp;nbsp; We regularly text and sometimes call each other but this was different.&amp;nbsp; My two-year-old great-great nephew could see me and I could see him.&amp;nbsp; We connected with each other.&amp;nbsp; My friends commented about how great it was to see me and that we would have to Skype more frequently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;If we are so visual in our connections with others, how do we relate to God?&amp;nbsp; He is invisible...or is He?&amp;nbsp; We have His Word, lessons in His creation (animals, plants, scenery), and the people He created in His image.&amp;nbsp; I cannot see Him in a body because He cannot be contained.&amp;nbsp; But, He can be "seen" in His creation.&amp;nbsp; The more of His Word that is read, the more I can see His characteristics.&amp;nbsp; The more I learn about His characteristics, the more I "see" Him active in my life.&amp;nbsp; The more aware of His activity in my life, the more I love Him...and "see" Him.&amp;nbsp; He is visible to us when we look.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-2278586254362385439?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/2278586254362385439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-do-we-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/2278586254362385439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/2278586254362385439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-do-we-see.html' title='What Do We See?'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-7643338117148993418</id><published>2011-09-21T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T20:05:39.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The outside heat is up... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; so the inside fans are on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;People can be the opposite because it is the inside that produces beauty on the outside.&amp;nbsp; I've been taught this throughout life and strongly believe it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;But&lt;/em&gt;, once cancer became a part of my life, I found myself being self-conscious of my appearance:&amp;nbsp; bald, hair growing back differently than it had been, weakness so that make-up is often a luxury, and wheelchair/walker in my future.&amp;nbsp; Not just growing old but physical changes quicker than expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;This week I was given a picture of a couple from India who were visiting their son at church.&amp;nbsp; I have known this family for over two years and they have faithfully prayed for me.&amp;nbsp; In the picture the beautiful couple and I were saying good-bye as they head back to their home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt; I looked terrible!&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; I was wearing one of my favorite outfits - giraffe crops, giraffe shirt - but the top did not have a collar.&amp;nbsp; (I do not like to go without a collar due to my "double chin".)&amp;nbsp; At the time I thought that I could branch out and wear collarless shirts.&amp;nbsp; Ha!&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;I looked terrible!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;My great-great nephew sent me a video saying, "Hi Aunt Kathy!&amp;nbsp; Oh.&amp;nbsp; I love you.&amp;nbsp; Bye."&amp;nbsp; In three months he has learned to talk and the video is so cute.&amp;nbsp; I made one for him that told him "Hi and that I loved him."&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt; I looked terrible!&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; I recorded it three times and, guess what, I looked the same.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;What I have discovered is that it truly is the inside that matters.&amp;nbsp; People keep telling me that I look fine, good, healthy.&amp;nbsp; Why do we see different characteristics?&amp;nbsp; My family and friends know me, love me, and see the complete me.&amp;nbsp; That is the way God sees me.&amp;nbsp; That is where my focus should be:&amp;nbsp; it is the inside that matters!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Lord is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my &lt;strong&gt;strength&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;shield&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;trust Him&lt;/strong&gt; with all my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He helps me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and my heart is &lt;strong&gt;filled with joy&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I burst out in songs of thanksgiving.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Psalm 28:7&amp;nbsp; NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Emotional &amp;amp; physical strength, shield from negative self-talk, and day to day help.&amp;nbsp; Remembering Him and all that He does, I can trust His opinion and sing songs of thanksgiving with joy.&amp;nbsp; Focus on the inside...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-7643338117148993418?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/7643338117148993418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/09/inside-beauty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/7643338117148993418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/7643338117148993418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/09/inside-beauty.html' title='Inside Beauty'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-8532178130726786538</id><published>2011-09-01T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T22:25:28.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So be truly glad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is wonderful joy ahead,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;even though you have to endure many trials &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for a little while.﻿&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I Peter 1:6&amp;nbsp; NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Be truly glad...not just external joy but internal too.&amp;nbsp; Not joy to appear strong, but deep down inside us.&amp;nbsp; Why?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;﻿"Look at what is happening to me," you say.&amp;nbsp; How can I be full of joy?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I'm waiting for my MRI results and may have to wait until Tuesday - five more days.&amp;nbsp; I'm not good at waiting because I do best knowing what is ahead.&amp;nbsp; When I know, life moves forward for me.&amp;nbsp; When I don't know, I have to discipline myself to stay away from "what if" thoughts.&amp;nbsp; So, I decided to look up verses about joy and found this one:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~ Be truly glad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~ Wonderful joy ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~ Trials to endure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~ Trials for a little while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Isn't our Lord good?&amp;nbsp; This verse is perfect and just what I needed.&amp;nbsp; As you know I've been in this waiting pattern many times; all with cancer, relationship issues, other health issues, job interview results, also wait.&amp;nbsp; Our loving Lord gives us hope:&amp;nbsp; we'll have problems but look ahead to the joy we will have.&amp;nbsp; This is all temporary...temporary.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I love the Lord!&amp;nbsp; He is loving, compassionate, patient, understanding, ever-present, and forgiving.&amp;nbsp; Focus on Him and be truly glad because of the relationship He allows us to have with Him.&amp;nbsp; That is joy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-8532178130726786538?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/8532178130726786538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/09/joy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/8532178130726786538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/8532178130726786538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/09/joy.html' title='Joy'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-3659100717747239022</id><published>2011-08-26T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T18:14:27.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidden Rules</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Have you noticed that any place where you spend a lot of time - work, marriage, church - there are hidden rules that take a while to learn?&amp;nbsp; With the beginning of school for many, I've been thinking about Emerald Park first opening.&amp;nbsp; I miss the staff, students, parents, culture.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;When we were preparing for the opening of the school, we had a workshop with part of the focus on hidden rules that we'd be carrying from previous schools.&amp;nbsp; Our wise principal and Connie, the workshop leader, had us rate characteristics that were important to each of us.&amp;nbsp; WE purposely set up the culture that we wanted.&amp;nbsp; It was a great&amp;nbsp;experience that taught me a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;But, what about Ruth?&amp;nbsp; Did this brave, compassionate, hard working lady know this?&amp;nbsp; She was thrown into a new culture that she had only&amp;nbsp;experienced a small piece of during her short marriage.&amp;nbsp; Naomi walked this journey with her, giving her insight as to their cultures' rules.&amp;nbsp; She told her about the expectations while harvesting barley.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully, she was given information as to what was expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;When we experience new&amp;nbsp;circumstances to our journey, whether it be a new job, a new home, a new school, a marriage, there are hidden rules that&amp;nbsp;each of us&amp;nbsp;need to learn.&amp;nbsp; We may have "a Naomi" in this new step or we may have to learn them through our observations, but we need to be aware of the expectations and adjust.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;One part to make the transition run smoothly is to remember that we also have hidden rules that are brought to the table.&amp;nbsp; So, what did Ruth bring to the table?&amp;nbsp; I'll have to think about that further.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-3659100717747239022?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/3659100717747239022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/08/hidden-rules.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/3659100717747239022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/3659100717747239022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/08/hidden-rules.html' title='Hidden Rules'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-8460405422492204448</id><published>2011-08-21T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T14:23:37.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Want vs Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tears in my eyes because I physically couldn't make it to church.&amp;nbsp; A young wife crying because her husband walked out.&amp;nbsp; A childless couple going through another disappointing month.&amp;nbsp; Friendships getting strained due to different stages in life.&amp;nbsp; And yet, Lord, all have been praying to You.&amp;nbsp; Why?&amp;nbsp; Are You listening?&amp;nbsp; Are You answering?&amp;nbsp; What are You doing in these situations?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Father, I don't question having cancer, metastasizing into both lungs, or reactions to drugs.&amp;nbsp; But, I really wanted to go to church today.&amp;nbsp; We talked before I went to sleep.&amp;nbsp; Every time I woke up in the night, we talked about me going to church today.&amp;nbsp; We talked about stopping satan from touching my body so that I couldn't go.&amp;nbsp; We talked...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But each day the Lord pours his unfailing love upon me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;and through each night I sing his songs, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;praying to God who gives me life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Psalm 42:8 NLT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;When I stop, think about why my eyes are tearing, and realize that it is just one day, it is easy to go to the Lord again.&amp;nbsp; He reminds me in His Word that He is listening and loves me.&amp;nbsp; My disappointment is very little when looking at what others are going through today.&amp;nbsp; I wanted...He said, "No".﻿&amp;nbsp; He is the King of my life and so I turn to Him, not understanding the "why" but trusting His kingship and wisdom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The Lord says, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will guide you along the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; pathway for your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will advise you and watch over you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Psalm 32:8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-8460405422492204448?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/8460405422492204448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/08/tears-in-my-eyes-because-i-physically.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/8460405422492204448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/8460405422492204448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/08/tears-in-my-eyes-because-i-physically.html' title='Want vs Best'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-9046779115715538009</id><published>2011-08-18T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T17:40:08.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naomi and Ruth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What a blessing Ruth was!&amp;nbsp; When Naomi decided to return to her native country, her daughters-in-law started out with her.&amp;nbsp; Then this wise woman explained to them that they needed to go back to Moab with their families.&amp;nbsp; That way they would have the possibility of marriage.&amp;nbsp; Orpah listened and did what Naomi asked.&amp;nbsp; Ruth continued with Naomi and stated:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“Don’t ask me to leave you and turn back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Wherever you go, I will go; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;wherever you live, I will live. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Your people will be my people, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;and your God will be my God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Wherever you die, I will die, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;and there I will be buried. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;May the L&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;ord&lt;/span&gt; punish me severely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;if I allow anything but death to separate us!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Ruth 1:16 - 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;What devotion Ruth had to her deceased husband's mother.&amp;nbsp; She had become more than a mother-in-law; Naomi was her friend and Ruth was a loyal friend.&amp;nbsp; She gave up her family, the possibility of marrying again, her god, and even the possibility of becoming a mother.&amp;nbsp; Wow!&amp;nbsp; She was willing to give up her past for her aging mother-in-law.&amp;nbsp; This loving, brave lady &lt;em&gt;must&lt;/em&gt; have known that she would have to take care of Naomi in the years to come.&lt;/span&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I can relate to this part of the lives of these two courageous ladies.&amp;nbsp; In my life at the present, I am Naomi and my loving brother, sister-in-law, niece, and family are represented by Ruth.&amp;nbsp; We have no idea what is ahead in our new journey but we do know that I will not be &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;healthy &lt;/em&gt;forever&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; (Every time&amp;nbsp;I have seen my new oncologist I ask her about my life expectancy.&amp;nbsp; No one knows - except our loving Lord - but as more information comes in from my tests, I still ask.)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Knowing that my living with them was going to require more responsibilities for each of them, they still asked me to move in&amp;nbsp;here.&amp;nbsp; They prayed and knew that this was their new journey as well.&amp;nbsp; What a blessing they are!&amp;nbsp; God's gift to me.&amp;nbsp; Knowing that Naomi was growing older and would require&amp;nbsp;more assistance with each year, Ruth was willing to step up and accept this new journey into a&amp;nbsp;strange country.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Wherever you go...weaker, in pain, nauseous,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We will go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Wherever you live...memory issues, childlike,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;We&amp;nbsp;will live...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Each of us is asked by God to give, to change situations, to grow.&amp;nbsp; What Ruth already had learned was that God, the living, loving Lord, would be with them.&amp;nbsp; Let's live in that reality together.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-9046779115715538009?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/9046779115715538009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/08/naomi-and-ruth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/9046779115715538009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/9046779115715538009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/08/naomi-and-ruth.html' title='Naomi and Ruth'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-5226516810763666191</id><published>2011-08-14T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T23:21:33.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naomi or Mara?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Is the glass half empty?&amp;nbsp; Can God be trusted to protect you?&amp;nbsp; Is there light at the end of the tunnel?&amp;nbsp; Does God love us even when painful circumstances come into our lives?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Naomi left Israel due to a famine.&amp;nbsp; While living in a foreign land her two sons married.&amp;nbsp; Her husband died.&amp;nbsp; Then her two sons died.&amp;nbsp; The famine ended and she returned to Israel.&amp;nbsp; One daughter-in-law, Ruth, left her country to travel with Naomi.&amp;nbsp; What could this lady remember or have learned?&amp;nbsp; What can we learn from her?&amp;nbsp; Remember, we see the complete story while she only saw what was happening at the time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;When her friends heard that she had returned, they greeted their friend by calling her by name, "Naomi".&amp;nbsp; She told them to call her "&lt;em&gt;Mara for the Almighty has made life very bitter for me.&amp;nbsp; I went away full but the Lord has brought me home empty&lt;/em&gt;."&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(Ruth 1:20 - 21)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; I can see her anger or bitterness.&amp;nbsp; I can see the negative circumstances.&amp;nbsp; I can see her pain.&amp;nbsp; But, I can also see that she is still aware that God is present in her life.&amp;nbsp; This mother-in-law goes on to help Ruth get food and eventually a husband.&amp;nbsp; She gets angry, is aware of the true and living God, and continues to be a responsible, loving mother to her daughter-in-law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Because of the written word, the Bible, we have promises and a better understanding of God's love.&amp;nbsp; From this passage we can see that when we get angry, bitter, or frustrated with God, He is still with us.&amp;nbsp; He will still love us and bless us.&amp;nbsp; When we complain, He still wraps His loving arms around us to comfort and strengthen us.&amp;nbsp; Wow!&amp;nbsp; He loves us unconditionally.&amp;nbsp; He loves me unconditionally.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I wanted to go to church today.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to feel stronger.&amp;nbsp; I wanted...but instead, the Lord stayed with me, surrounded me, and loved me.&amp;nbsp; What could be better?&amp;nbsp; Nothing!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My glass is half full!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-5226516810763666191?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/5226516810763666191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/08/naomi-or-mara.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/5226516810763666191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/5226516810763666191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/08/naomi-or-mara.html' title='Naomi or Mara?'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-3799661376732220422</id><published>2011-08-13T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T14:41:07.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In His Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;God is our refuge and strength, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Always ready to help in times of need. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Psalm 46:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Back to reality: medical issues. It is often frustrating to think you can do something and then stand up and know that there is no energy for that task. This can happen even when we don't have cancer. Do you ever pray, "Lord, I want to be able to ..."? And then it doesn't happen. Why? I don't know but I do know that at that point I need to rethink the day and go a different direction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm learning that His help is sometimes a change in my attitude or expectations.&amp;nbsp; If I listen to my body, do what I need (drink water, take meds, etc), and look to Him, I can "roll with the punches".&amp;nbsp; We've often talked about His plan vs our plan, but not usually when referring to one day.&amp;nbsp; For me, this is the day to rethink what it is going to include.&amp;nbsp; I've never found grumbling or complaining to help me with energy so I'll look to Him.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-3799661376732220422?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/3799661376732220422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/08/in-his-hands.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/3799661376732220422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/3799661376732220422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/08/in-his-hands.html' title='In His Hands'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-1731823685158670445</id><published>2011-08-08T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T01:08:35.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Standing Straight thru Trials</title><content type='html'>While driving back from my week in Oregon, there were slopes with trees that were standing straight. Even tho' the ground was sloping, they grew straight up to the sky. It made me realize the lessons or examples in nature that God put there for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the ground is sloping, tipping, or feels uneven, we still need to look up toward our loving Lord for our strength. When we look to Him for our water and light, we can grow straight no matter what the ground - circumstance - is doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how much He loves us? He "talks" while we are riding in car, sitting on the deck looking at the scenery, or walking down the road. It is personal! He knows us, loves us, and is with us through everything. That's peace.&lt;strike&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-1731823685158670445?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/1731823685158670445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/08/standing-straight-thru-trials.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/1731823685158670445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/1731823685158670445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/08/standing-straight-thru-trials.html' title='Standing Straight thru Trials'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-7172512992842759158</id><published>2011-08-03T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T14:54:50.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He is Faithful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My health may fail,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;and my spirit may grow weak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;but God remains the strength of my heart;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;He is mine forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Have you ever ﻿had circumstances happen to you that didn't seem "fair"?&amp;nbsp; How did God fit into what was happening to you?&amp;nbsp; Is God in one box and your life's circumstances in another?&amp;nbsp; Or is your life separated into two planes:&amp;nbsp; spiritual - physical?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Remember Job?&amp;nbsp; God allowed satan to test him but did not cause it.&amp;nbsp; HE allowed it and then was right there watching and later offering hope and strength and the outcome.&amp;nbsp; For some reason, my mind does not go to "why is this happening to me" but rather, "can God be seen in this situation".&amp;nbsp; When I look for Him, He is always there.&amp;nbsp; The loving part is that He walks with me, comforts me, guides me, brings people into my life to walk with me, and gives me strength.&amp;nbsp; He is always faithful...I love Him so very much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;But as for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;how good it is to be near God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I have made the Sovereign Lord my shelter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;and I will tell everyone about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;the wonderful things you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Ps 73:26 - 28&amp;nbsp; NLT&lt;/span&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-7172512992842759158?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/7172512992842759158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/08/he-is-faithful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/7172512992842759158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/7172512992842759158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/08/he-is-faithful.html' title='He is Faithful'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-5319267631705758004</id><published>2011-07-22T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T20:34:39.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty in Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Birds chirping, breeze blowing, sun shining, flowers in bloom.&amp;nbsp; Palm trees.&amp;nbsp; Lemons.&amp;nbsp; Dog at my feet.&amp;nbsp; Change has its losses and grief but it also has its beauty.&amp;nbsp; During the ten years Naomi lived in Moab, she must have found beauty too.&amp;nbsp; We know that her two sons were married there so there &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; joy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I have never traveled to the middle east but we have the advantage of looking at maps and pictures.&amp;nbsp; Ancient Moab had beauty:&amp;nbsp; rock formations, sun, sunsets, and a river in&amp;nbsp;southern Moab.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They had rock, sand, and clay to make pots and bricks for their homes.&amp;nbsp; The main thing for Naomi was that there was food and her family was there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;As we grieve or experience events that we don't like, remember Philippians 4:4, 6:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Always be full of joy in the Lord.&amp;nbsp; I say it again, REJOICE. ... Don't worry about anything; instead pray about everything.&amp;nbsp; Tell God what you need, and thank Him for all He has done.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(NLT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The&amp;nbsp;loving Lord&amp;nbsp;isn't asking us to say, "Hooray, I get to experience cancer."&amp;nbsp; Our joy is &lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt; Him.&amp;nbsp; Even in the midst of change He sends a rainbow...or a "Get Well Soon" balloon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-5319267631705758004?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/5319267631705758004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/07/beauty-in-changes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/5319267631705758004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/5319267631705758004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/07/beauty-in-changes.html' title='Beauty in Changes'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-2776853318902509516</id><published>2011-07-16T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T17:54:06.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Long Do You Wait?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;How long do you wait for a hummingbird to come and eat?&amp;nbsp; Since being in San Jose, there have been two visits from hummingbirds to one of the flowers in the back...that I have seen.&amp;nbsp; So, I tried finding a site that told me when they usually feed but there is no set time.&amp;nbsp; Apparently, these fast, beautiful, tiny birds eat throughout the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;When Naomi moved to Moab due to a famine in Judah, what were her questions?&amp;nbsp; What are the customs surrounding meals?&amp;nbsp; Who gets the water?&amp;nbsp; Where can we sleep?&amp;nbsp; Is eye contact to a Moabite woman ok?&amp;nbsp; Where can we worship our God?&amp;nbsp; Are the neighbors friendly?&amp;nbsp; Can we invite them to a meal?&amp;nbsp; How will I learn their language?&amp;nbsp; Is it safe to let my sons play with other boys their own age?&amp;nbsp; And, what about school?&amp;nbsp; Our children have to be taught "our" way and not the ways of the Moabites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Changes involve&amp;nbsp;questions.&amp;nbsp; Changes include some form of loss.&amp;nbsp; Changes make us investigate the new.&amp;nbsp; Our faith can strengthen and deepen while going through a major change.&amp;nbsp; Naomi, her husband, and her two sons moved to a new country.&amp;nbsp; No Israelites.&amp;nbsp; No familiar place of worship.&amp;nbsp; No siblings.&amp;nbsp; No female friends.&amp;nbsp; But, Naomi had her God, her faith, and her life experiences to give her hope.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-2776853318902509516?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/2776853318902509516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/07/how-long-do-you-wait.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/2776853318902509516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/2776853318902509516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/07/how-long-do-you-wait.html' title='How Long Do You Wait?'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-6464002546049781216</id><published>2011-07-12T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T21:51:45.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Book of Ruth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Today, I began studying &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ruth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Naomi and Ruth went through many changes and so it seemed an appropriate place to find wisdom.&amp;nbsp; First a move to another country:&amp;nbsp; different beliefs, possibly a different language, different customs, and a different living situation.&amp;nbsp; They left all of their friends, place of worship, work, and home.&amp;nbsp; Naomi left the familiar with her husband and two sons.&amp;nbsp; She trusted God, knew His ways, and kept her faith, her anchor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;My move is less drastic than Naomi's move.&amp;nbsp; She moved into an unfamiliar culture but I just moved to another state.&amp;nbsp; Tho' I didn't move "with" anyone, I did move "in with" family.&amp;nbsp; I can still communicate with Washington friends and relatives too.&amp;nbsp; Brave Naomi didn't have that connectedness.&amp;nbsp; During my adjustment time, I will reflect on her wisdom and faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-6464002546049781216?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/6464002546049781216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/07/book-of-ruth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/6464002546049781216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/6464002546049781216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/07/book-of-ruth.html' title='The Book of Ruth'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-8880085288797134469</id><published>2011-07-08T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T22:40:01.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I have been in my new home - living with my brother and sister-in-law - about nine days now and have seen God at work with this huge transition.&amp;nbsp; It is my belief that when we watch for His hand at work, we can often see Him in the circumstances.&amp;nbsp; This week He has been in many of the details of my adjustment:&amp;nbsp; working with Social Security Office to apply for Disability, finding out that I am entitled to other funds, working with a conscientious social worker at Valley Medical Center, energy to get a lot accomplished on Thursday, a brother who is willing and able to walk this paperwork trail with me, videos of my dear great, great nephew, and encouragement from my sister-in-law along with a book by Larry Burkett about his battle with kidney (renal cell carcinoma) cancer.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Not all has to go my way to see Him at work but even then, He holds me up, keeps me moving forward, and surrounds me with His love.&amp;nbsp; I love the Lord so much!&amp;nbsp; It is constantly a question of mine when they travel this road:&amp;nbsp; how do people get thru the crisis, changes, and hurts without the Lord?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-8880085288797134469?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/8880085288797134469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-new-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/8880085288797134469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/8880085288797134469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-new-home.html' title='My New Home'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-5562424563417940183</id><published>2011-06-17T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T18:05:46.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So now we can rejoice in our wonderful new relationship with God &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;because our Lord Jesus Christ has made us friends of God.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Romans 5:11&amp;nbsp; NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Friends are so special and so different.&amp;nbsp; You have friends who are in your life for one season and others who span most of your life.&amp;nbsp; Because I will be leaving my friends in Kent and moving to San Jose, I have been spending time with many of them.&amp;nbsp; Each one is so different and tugs at my heart strings in different ways.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;One day this week I had dinner with one of my closest friends.&amp;nbsp; We haven't seen much of each other in about two years but when we get together, &lt;em&gt;time doesn't matter&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; It feels like we have been involved in each other's life regularly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;One of my friends lived with me for five months while I was going through chemo.&amp;nbsp; Even while going to work, she cooked, cleaned, and did laundry for me.&amp;nbsp; Every morning this thoughtful friend fixed food for me to eat for breakfast, snacks, and lunch.&amp;nbsp; She met all of my &lt;em&gt;needs&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Another friend has walked with me through divorce and illness.&amp;nbsp; She is practical and has helped with paperwork, getting a small refrigerator upstairs during my chemo months, getting the garbage out on the correct day, and grocery shopping.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Practical things&lt;/em&gt; that needed to be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;One friend drove me to chemo almost every week and stayed with me during the three+ hours.&amp;nbsp; After surgery or emergencies, she would also sleep at the hospital when family members couldn't.&amp;nbsp; This organized friend made sure that I was &lt;em&gt;where &lt;/em&gt;I needed to be...and on time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Others have helped with school needs, meals, visits, cards, flowers, and encouragement.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Friends have been very, very important to me but they are limited by time, location,&amp;nbsp;and the physical.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;God is not limited.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; He can and does fulfill all of these needs.&amp;nbsp; If I don't take time for Him, He is still present and is familiar when I do stop and focus on Him.&amp;nbsp; He gives me energy and focus to get the practical things in life accomplished...or He sends a friend or family member to help.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;As I depart on this journey, I will cling to Him while I grieve the distance from friends.&amp;nbsp; It will be another new experience with Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-5562424563417940183?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/5562424563417940183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/06/friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/5562424563417940183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/5562424563417940183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/06/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-3910638132930167275</id><published>2011-06-15T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T00:18:12.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another CT Scan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tonight I am having a difficult time.&amp;nbsp; I had another CT Scan to see if the kidney cancer medication is containing the cancer, reducing it, or having no impact.&amp;nbsp; As usual, there is a wait time of two to three days before finding out the results.&amp;nbsp; Most of the time I give it to God and know that all will be fine.&amp;nbsp; The past few tests have had negative results and maybe that is why I am feeling this way:&amp;nbsp; kidney cancer had metastasized into my right lung, the cancer had spread to my left lung.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Emotions are all over the place but it probably has many reasons, one being limbo and another moving away from the familiar.&amp;nbsp; Reality is this move is exciting with many perks.&amp;nbsp; Reality is that God has prepared me my whole life for this journey.&amp;nbsp; Reality is that I love watching where new journeys take me.&amp;nbsp; That being said, my emotions are still all over the place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;will praise the Lord at all times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I will constantly speak His praises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I will boast only in the Lord;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;let all who are &lt;em&gt;helpless&lt;/em&gt; take heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Come, let us tell of the Lord’s greatness;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;let us exalt His name together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I prayed to the Lord, and He answered me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He freed me from all my fears&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Those who look to Him for help will be radiant with joy;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;no shadow of shame will darken their faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In my desperation I prayed, and the Lord listened;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;He saved me from all my troubles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He surrounds and defends all who fear Him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Psalm 34:1 - 8&amp;nbsp; NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;After reading Psalm 34, I went to bed and knew that the loving, all powerful Savior was with me, surrounding me, holding me.&amp;nbsp; That is peace in the midst of the storm.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Taste and see that the Lord is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Oh, the joys of those who take &lt;strong&gt;refuge in Him&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-3910638132930167275?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/3910638132930167275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/06/another-ct-scan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/3910638132930167275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/3910638132930167275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/06/another-ct-scan.html' title='Another CT Scan'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-5869938714654146244</id><published>2011-06-06T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T21:04:36.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fff2cc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;One day the members of the heavenly court came to present themselves before the &lt;em&gt;Lord&lt;/em&gt;, and the Accuser, Satan, came with them. “Where have you come from?” the &lt;em&gt;Lord&lt;/em&gt; asked Satan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fff2cc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fff2cc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Satan answered the &lt;em&gt;Lord&lt;/em&gt;, “I have been patrolling the earth, watching everything that’s going on.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fff2cc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Then the &lt;em&gt;Lord &lt;/em&gt;asked Satan, “Have you noticed &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; servant Job? He is the finest man in all the earth. He is blameless—a man of complete integrity. He fears &lt;em&gt;God&lt;/em&gt; and stays away from evil.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satan replied to the &lt;em&gt;Lord&lt;/em&gt;, “Yes, but Job has good reason to fear &lt;em&gt;God&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt; have always put a wall of protection around him and his home and his property. &lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt; have made him prosper in everything he does. Look how rich he is! But reach out and take away everything he has, and he will surely curse you to your face!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fff2cc;"&gt;“All right, you may test him,” the &lt;em&gt;Lord&lt;/em&gt; said to Satan. “Do whatever you want with everything he possesses, but don’t harm him physically.” So Satan left the &lt;em&gt;Lord&lt;/em&gt;’s presence.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Job 1:6 - 12 NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This is a comforting passage, showing us how the Lord is in control and events/circumstances "go through His hands".&amp;nbsp; There is so much more in these verses but all I am referring to is how the negative isn't coming from the Lord...and He can and does set limits on what is happening in our lives.&amp;nbsp; Nothing can happen to us without Him saying, "yes".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;For me, I must remember this when there are things, like cancer metastasizing, that come my way.&amp;nbsp; This move to San Jose is one of those events that went through His hands and got His approval.&amp;nbsp; The friends and family that this impacts also have this assurance.&amp;nbsp; For those of us who know and love God, can grab onto the promises that He is good, loving, and will be with each one of us on this new journey.&amp;nbsp; This is not just my journey or adventure, but all of ours.&amp;nbsp; Our lives touch each other.&amp;nbsp; I'm looking forward to seeing what the loving, almighty God has in store for me...and for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-5869938714654146244?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/5869938714654146244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/06/one-day-members-of-heavenly-court-came.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/5869938714654146244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/5869938714654146244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/06/one-day-members-of-heavenly-court-came.html' title=''/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-8407601273670434396</id><published>2011-06-05T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T18:56:05.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>His Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;...and we know that God causes everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;to work together for the good of those who love God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;and are called according to His purpose for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Romans 8:28&amp;nbsp; NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In three weeks I will be moving 1600 miles south.&amp;nbsp; The Lord is blessing me in so many ways because He promises to be with me through everything.&amp;nbsp; He has been with me while I have learned&amp;nbsp;about cancer and treatments.&amp;nbsp; He has been with me during surgeries.&amp;nbsp; He has been with me when I have reacted to medications.&amp;nbsp; He has been with me when I was too fatigued to teach.&amp;nbsp; He has been with me in the hospital.&amp;nbsp; And, He will be with me during this move.&amp;nbsp; I don't know how I can get everything done.&amp;nbsp;I don't know where my energy will be coming.&amp;nbsp; I don't know...but He does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;...when troubles come your way, consider it an opportunity for &lt;em&gt;great joy&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;...&lt;em&gt;endurance&lt;/em&gt;...let it grow...needing nothing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If you need &lt;em&gt;wisdom&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;ask&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God blesses&lt;/strong&gt; those who patiently endure testing...they will receive the crown of life that God has promised to those who love Him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Whatever is &lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;perfect&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;comes down to us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;from&lt;/em&gt; God our Father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;James 1:2 - 5, 12, 17&amp;nbsp; NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Some people might blame God but&amp;nbsp;when we remember how much He loves us,&amp;nbsp;we can&amp;nbsp;trust what He is doing.&amp;nbsp; I have cancer and I have been asked to move 1600 miles out of my familiar, comfort zone.&amp;nbsp; What is He asking you to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-8407601273670434396?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/8407601273670434396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/06/his-blessings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/8407601273670434396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/8407601273670434396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/06/his-blessings.html' title='His Blessings'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-2908917408101976661</id><published>2011-05-30T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T22:45:16.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come and See</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God is our refuge and strength&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;an ever-present help in trouble&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;what the Lord has done...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Journaling has been a part of my life for decades.&amp;nbsp; That is one way that I process what is happening in my life.&amp;nbsp; It comes in handy for me when I need to review how faithful the Lord has been to me.&amp;nbsp; He has shown me His love in so many ways.&amp;nbsp; Even now, I can see that this next journey will be exciting.&amp;nbsp; It will definitely be a time of growth because of all that will be left behind - all the familiar.&amp;nbsp; But, I have learned that when there are major changes, the Lord is very present.&amp;nbsp; That always gives me hope to see what He will do.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The LORD Almighty is &lt;em&gt;with&lt;/em&gt; us; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;the God of Jacob is our fortress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-2908917408101976661?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/2908917408101976661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/05/come-and-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/2908917408101976661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/2908917408101976661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/05/come-and-see.html' title='Come and See'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-8449830624838927402</id><published>2011-05-27T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T10:27:38.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In HIS Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;﻿I waited patiently for the Lord to help me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;and He turned to me and &lt;strong&gt;heard&lt;/strong&gt; my cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HE lifted&lt;/strong&gt; me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HE set&lt;/strong&gt; my feet on solid ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;steadied&lt;/strong&gt; me as I walked along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;HE has &lt;strong&gt;given&lt;/strong&gt; me a new song to sing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;a hymn of praise to our God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Many will see what HE has done and be astounded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;They will put their trust in the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Yesterday﻿, my wise brother and I were discussing my future health and its impact on their lives.&amp;nbsp; I was telling him that I feel guilty - bad - sad that&amp;nbsp;if my health doesn't get any better, it will&amp;nbsp;put a lot of pressure on them.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;First&amp;nbsp;Kevin reminded me (not his exact words as he can state things better than I can) that our loving God is in control of my health, my life, my situation, etc.&amp;nbsp; He's right there with me.&amp;nbsp; Then&amp;nbsp;he told me something that&amp;nbsp;was a new thought:&amp;nbsp; the Lord&amp;nbsp;may take them - my brother and sister-in-law - on a new journey too.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Their journey is also in His hands.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Dah!!!&amp;nbsp; That gave me such peace.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh, the joys of those who trust the LORD...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My only hope is in Your unfailing love and faithfulness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Psalm 40:1 - 4, 11&amp;nbsp; NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-8449830624838927402?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/8449830624838927402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/05/in-his-hands.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/8449830624838927402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/8449830624838927402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/05/in-his-hands.html' title='In HIS Hands'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-2100414441827846828</id><published>2011-05-25T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T13:14:31.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventure Continues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What a winter! The last time I blogged I was waiting for results about my lung. Since then, I have had the upper lobe of my right lung removed as the kidney cancer had metastasized. Then it spread to my other lung so we tried medicine to stop its growth. I had a stroke-like reaction to the meds and was in the hospital for six days. Went home and returned to the hospital a few days later with bladder, kidney, and blood infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Everyone was concerned because I live alone. The decision was made for me to move to San Jose, CA with my brother and sister-in-law. It is close to good medical doctors and to the sun. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Life is full of changes and this is huge for me. While trying to help others accept the move, I am processing what this will feel like to me. Thankfully, the one certainty is that &lt;strong&gt;the Lord is with me&lt;/strong&gt; and will continue to be with me every step of this leg of my journey. There is no map or visible plan as far as my health is concerned. The &lt;em&gt;Bible must be my source&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;trust in the Lord must be my strength&lt;/em&gt;. So, onward I go to San Jose, CA in one month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-2100414441827846828?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/2100414441827846828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/05/adventure-continues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/2100414441827846828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/2100414441827846828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2011/05/adventure-continues.html' title='The Adventure Continues'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-6325663111751970070</id><published>2010-10-22T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T23:51:54.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another New Phase</title><content type='html'>Today I met with my oncologist to go over the results of a PET Scan and CT Scan.  In a few days I will also have a MUGA Test which is to observe the heart.  The two reports showed something on one of my lungs.  It could be pneumonia or the kidney cancer has spread.  Both are treatable because they were discovered early.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week one of the oncology nurses asked me what I felt I had learned this past year.  We had been discussing spiritual growth.  I told her that I wasn't sure...but a few days later it dawned on me that what has been a reoccurring theme has been to trust God because He has a plan.  He has a plan for me.  He has a plan for my life.  He has a plan for those around me too.  That is where my peace comes from...He loves me more than any person is capable of loving.  He knows what is best.  That is peace!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-6325663111751970070?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/6325663111751970070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2010/10/another-new-phase.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/6325663111751970070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/6325663111751970070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2010/10/another-new-phase.html' title='Another New Phase'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-6505595261689558199</id><published>2010-06-22T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T23:51:04.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plastic or Glass</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It takes a friend or sister to see where the improvements are. When you live with cancer treatments daily, sometimes it is hard to see baby steps that have been made. I know that for me, radiation has been a lot easier than chemo. The side effects of radiation will go away about two weeks after treatment has ended. Chemo effects can take months or a year or can last forever. But when new side effects happen a person can forget that this is temporary and easier than other body changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, a friend of mine was telling me how great it was to see that I can use the heavier glasses when drinking. All winter and part of spring, I needed to use plastic glasses because of the neuropathy in my hands. I couldn't lift the heavier glasses so we switched to plastic glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another friend was thrilled when I was able to move the garbage can outside by myself. My son was impressed that I walked to the top of the hill in my complex. Another friend was excited to see that I could go and get the mail without loosing my balance. All of these seem silly, or like baby steps, but to me, when reminded, I'm moving toward self-sufficient living. Others, including my sister, have been excited to see that driving is now possible for me. Fantastic!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The questions I am pondering now are: how do these changes impact the way I live now? How do these little steps make me a better friend? How does seeing small improvements help me be a better teacher? What am I learning that will help my children with life lessons? How will the end of these side effects make me grow into a better sister or aunt? I believe that everything that happens to me goes through God's hands first and has a purpose. I might not have the answers to future wisdom that will come from my experiences but there is a reason for all of the baby steps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-6505595261689558199?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/6505595261689558199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2010/06/plastic-or-glass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/6505595261689558199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/6505595261689558199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2010/06/plastic-or-glass.html' title='Plastic or Glass'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-246911523401284215</id><published>2010-05-22T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T09:55:33.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Radiation and Strength</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have completed eleven days of radiation with 25 to go.  With the type of cancer I have/had, this is the easy part so far.  (Not everyone has it this easy with radiation.  It all depends on the location of the cancer.)  I do get tired after it and have the beginning of a sunburn but all of that is temporary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After writing that, it made me realize that everything in life is temporary.  Most of it depends on our attitude.  Three days this week I started my day by reading Psalms 66 and 67.  My attitude was so positive because my focus wasn't on me.  Then I changed my wall hanging from reminding me that I can hide under His wings to Is 40:31&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those that wait upon the Lord&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shall renew their strength;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they shall mount up with wings as eagles;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they shall run and not be weary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they shall walk and not faint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For me that is really important to remember.  Strength is what I am wanting.  Isn't everyone needing strength for each day and situation?  Teachers are needing strength to get through the demanding part of the school year.  Those entering the work force need strength because they are not used to getting up that early.  Parents of young children need strength because their sleep is scheduled by the little blessing.   And, do I need to say anything about parents of teenagers???  We all need strength and our focus needs to be on the Lord.  It will come in His perfect timing.  We just need to trust.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-246911523401284215?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/246911523401284215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2010/05/radiation-and-strength.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/246911523401284215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/246911523401284215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2010/05/radiation-and-strength.html' title='Radiation and Strength'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-5415489165265662773</id><published>2010-05-10T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T01:20:34.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roller Coaster Emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I fell asleep at a "normal" time tonight. All of a sudden something fell in the house and I woke up. Then my emotions went to: "I don't want to do this anymore! I want my healthy life back." Now how did I get here??? So many steps forward and then one big one backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I started radiation treatment. It will be for six+ weeks. There are very few side effects, if any. The negative is that I have to go Monday through Friday. That part feels intense because I have no control over my schedule for the next six+ weeks. And, as I have stated in the past, there will always be reminders that I have had and survived cancer. That is very positive except that the dr. appts. will be at regular intervals for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These feelings are probably very normal but it makes me feel as if I am whining. There are so many things that are worse than stage two, aggressive breast cancer. I have the best doctors and chemo nurses that there are. I also like my radiology oncologist and the technicians. Everyone is so supportive, kind, loving, and insightful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After whining and praying for a few hours, I will move to being more thankful. Just before my first radiation treatment, my brother sent me a text:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Make sure you tell your good cells&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that the nuke is coming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so they can take cover behind any guys&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thinking of changing teams.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just a strategy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quiet warfare is my business&lt;/em&gt;." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;His compassion, love, and understanding was fantastic along with his sense of humor. And this was just the first of four of his silly texts. Each one made me laugh which is always great medicine. The people beside me laughed and laughed too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to be allowed to whine and to grieve but I cannot stay there. That's why there are promises in Scripture, songs full of hope, family, and friends. Now all is better. Good night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-5415489165265662773?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/5415489165265662773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2010/05/roller-coaster-emotions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/5415489165265662773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/5415489165265662773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2010/05/roller-coaster-emotions.html' title='Roller Coaster Emotions'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-8495410646095007957</id><published>2010-05-03T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T01:38:39.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans and Grief</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last week two things helped me move forward in my life: the MRI and CT scan showed no cancer...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I will be teaching at Emerald Park again! Fantastic news! Each day my strength is increasing and my mind is getting more clear. The Taxel is getting out of my system. I will still have radiation for six weeks but it does not have the same type of side effects. And, I am still bald but I do have fuzz. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For &lt;strong&gt;I know the plans I have for you&lt;/strong&gt;," says the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"They are plans for &lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; for disaster,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;to give you a &lt;strong&gt;future&lt;/strong&gt; and a &lt;strong&gt;hope&lt;/strong&gt;..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;Jeremiah 29:11 NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This verse is so full of hope even if the MRI would have shown a tumor...but it didn't. It gives such peace because &lt;em&gt;I know&lt;/em&gt; that whatever comes my way or has come my way, it is in the Lord's loving hands. This knowledge has helped me over the past ten months along with &lt;em&gt;Psalm 91:4&lt;/em&gt; which assures me that &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I can find refuge under His wings&lt;/span&gt;. He has always been faithful to me and that also gave me peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I complain? It was odd to me that I was feeling very sad tonight until I realized that my way of dealing with stress or loss is to stay strong, live through it, adjust, and then feel true emotions. I may cry, feel the loss of the year, think about India, but I also feel joy. Many people have shown me such love and there have been many, many blessings...but I do need to grieve the losses so that I can move on. Plans for good, full of hope. That will be my foundation and the power that will allow me to grieve and then get up and go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-8495410646095007957?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/8495410646095007957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2010/05/last-week-two-things-helped-me-move.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/8495410646095007957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/8495410646095007957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2010/05/last-week-two-things-helped-me-move.html' title='Plans and Grief'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-7630133494042935858</id><published>2010-04-18T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T01:30:43.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Discouraged</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why am I discouraged?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why am I so sad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will put my hope in God!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will praise Him again-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my Savior and my God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am deeply discouraged,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but I will remember Your kindness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through each day the Lord pours His unfailing love upon me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and through each night I sing His songs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;praying to God Who gives me life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I discouraged?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why am I so sad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will put my hope in God!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will praise Him again-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my Savior and my God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ps 42:1-3, 5, 8, 11 NLT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I discouraged? It doesn't feel like I am thinking about the potential information of Wednesday's tests. Maybe the question for me should be "Am I discouraged?" At times I'm bored. Sometimes I'm frustrated because the neuropathy in my hands holds me back from writing, cutting, and using the computer. It is even difficult to clip my nails or open the Tylenol bottle. I get irritated with myself for not being brave enough to go out and walk, or try driving again. (I think that I am too wobbly to walk without holding something. My focus had been too scattered to drive.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oncologist said that I need to realize that my energy will return &lt;em&gt;gradually&lt;/em&gt;, not all at once. Take small steps - 5 minutes of walking - instead of thinking that I should be able to go back to pre-cancer energy. I believe the word is PATIENCE! (I hate that word, but it is such a huge part of life.) Start with 5 minutes and then gradually increase the exercise. Ok. That is doable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discouraged? Yes. Should I be? &lt;strong&gt;No!&lt;/strong&gt; I can see. I can sing. I can hear. I can talk. I can smile. I can feel. I can read...and...&lt;strong&gt;I am loved&lt;/strong&gt;. Reread Ps 42. It reminds me of the Lord's kindness, His unfailing love, His songs, and life. There is hope - hope in Him - hope from Him. Am I discouraged? No. Not once I write and read His Word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-7630133494042935858?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/7630133494042935858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2010/04/discouraged.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/7630133494042935858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/7630133494042935858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2010/04/discouraged.html' title='Discouraged'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-620294758512380954</id><published>2010-04-16T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T03:09:33.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected Turn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do you ever feel like you know where the road is going and then all of a sudden it takes a turn? Life would be quite boring if we could see every detail in the road...a straight road. Our faith would be unnecessary because we would know everything that was heading our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had my appointment with my oncologist. The roughest part of chemo is over and the radiation part of my treatment has been planned. But, another set of tests has been ordered because I have some symptoms that could indicate a brain tumor. It is unlikely but as a precaution I will have several tests to make sure that no cancer cells have survived or traveled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no map for this, just waiting. These past nine months I have learned to focus on what I know and take it one step at a time. I am not a very disciplined person except when it comes to my mind. Thankfully, for the next two weeks, my thoughts will stay on knowing Who is in control, remembering what is true or known, and continuing to build my physical strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we know that God causes everything to work together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for the good of those who love God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and are called according to His purposes for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can anything separate us from Christ's love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Does it mean that He no longer loves us &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if we have trouble or calamity,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or are persecuted, or hungry, or destitute, or in danger,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or threatened with death?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, despite all these things,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;overwhelming victory is ours through Christ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who loved us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Romans 8:28, 35 - 38 NLT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not look at the curve in the road but rather at the One Who loves me beyond my understanding...and the One Who knows my future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-620294758512380954?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/620294758512380954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2010/04/unexpected-turn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/620294758512380954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/620294758512380954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2010/04/unexpected-turn.html' title='Unexpected Turn'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-3785028410524297098</id><published>2010-04-06T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T13:51:26.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He is risen!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The first text that I received on Easter morning was from my daughter-in-law stating that "He is risen!"  What joy!  Instead of trying to figure out what I could possibly wear to church that would match my limited hat selection, my focus went back to the meaning of the day:  He is risen!  Bald.  Spring.  Celebration.  Those were the words that had been bothering me because I had no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;outfit&lt;/span&gt; that would be colorful to cover my bald head.  All I needed was the gentle reminder of the purpose for the day.  The &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wonder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of the day began to take hold of my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been eight months since I had been able to attend church.  Between low blood counts and fatigue from chemo, it was not a possibility.  Corporate worship has been and is a very important part of my life - my faith.  And, this day, this Easter, it became a reality:  I would get to attend a worship service!  What beautiful timing to be able to go to the Good Friday service and then Easter.  Like the fresh start of spring, Easter gives me the feeling of a new start...and life was giving me a new start because the harsh parts of chemo were complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See God's &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;movement&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?  He orchestrated the ending of the chemo which tears down my immune system with Easter which is new life, a new beginning.  I was able to attend worship services again.  After the beautiful service, I turned on my phone and received another text from my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt; who lives in California, which was in response to my text, "He is risen!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He has risen INDEED!  (Doesn't it just give you goose bumps?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I read that and decided I needed to listen to my brother's sermon to see what prompted her goose bumps.    (Visit &lt;a href="http://www.newlifesanjose.org/"&gt;www.newlifesanjose.org&lt;/a&gt;)  She definitely was full of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;joy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  That was my response to worshipping and hearing the "Hallelujah Chorus".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went home to crash!  The fatigue set in and I spent the afternoon sleeping.  I woke up discouraged due to lack of energy.  Everyone around me was seeing the increase in my activity while I was pouting over the limits my body has.  Then another &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt; sent me this text:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take a moment to realize that you are here &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because of our Lord's unbiased love for us...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is risen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have gone from very little activity to being able to spend four hours out and about.  Why the whining?  He is risen!  He loves me!  He is walking this road with me and my strength will continue to return in His perfect timing.  Are you whining?  Are you wanting something to happen right now?  Take a deep breath and look with wonder at all that He is doing.  Respond to His movement in your life.  Feel the overflowing joy that comes from life all around.  He is risen indeed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-3785028410524297098?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/3785028410524297098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-joy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/3785028410524297098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/3785028410524297098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-joy.html' title='Easter Joy'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-6451088171243689828</id><published>2010-03-26T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T13:20:14.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sustainability</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One Sunday in February, I called my brother, Kevin, to ask what he had preached that morning. He told me that it was from Acts about "Sustainability". Then he went through a few of the main points: SUSTAINABILITY ~ Reality, Connected, Oriented. (He also reminded me that his sermons were on the internet at &lt;a href="http://www.newlifesanjose.org/"&gt;http://www.newlifesanjose.org/&lt;/a&gt;.) It was the perfect time for me to be reminded that all I am going through with chemo is doable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I completed Round Two of chemo!!! The rest of my treatment involves two years of chemo which will have minimal or no side effects and six weeks of radiation. There is a light at the end of the tunnel! The thoughts from Kev's sermon helped me tremendously, as I approached the last month of side effects from Taxel - fatigue being the most frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality is that life has trials. It can be hard and being a Christian does not stop us from struggles. Cancer changes one's life. Chemo has side effects. God is with us through it all. When living life knowing this, we can "roll with the hits" easier because we live knowing and accepting that this is all part of life. We all have negative events in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being Connected to others is essential in life. For me, being connected to family, friends, and church has been vital in dealing with each phase of treatment. Kevin used the visual of birds flying in formation when going a long distance. The leader rotates from the tip of the V to the back and a new leader goes to the point. It has been exciting to see that that has been the process in adjusting to my side effects: my sister stayed with me for 3 1/2 months with two friends assisting, meals were brought in from many other friends, another friend stayed with me for about five months with another friend relieving her on some weekends, several friends drove me to chemo and stayed throughout the process, another friend is now driving and staying each week. Cards, calls, and emails have come from many, many people at church, and again, a different person moves to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being "Oriented" is an exciting part of sustaining or holding on during a crisis or change in life. Kev explained it as "knowing where we are in the picture". He used a fantastic example from his church and I can see how it applies to this situation: where have I been, where am I, and where am I going. There have been so many blessings in my life since July and one huge one has been to see how it has impacted others and how much love surrounds me. Two nieces and one nephew have left marks on my heart during this time. This has been a great connection with my eldest nephew because we are able to text prayer needs and he has told me many times that his family of four prays for me every night. (They even blessed me with a gift of handmade flowers by his three year old and wife.) One niece injured her knee in soccer this fall - senior year - and was unable to play out the season. She has been a great encouragement to me and then on my last "hard" chemo she was released from therapy to join track. "Today ended up being a wonderful day for everyone!" Another niece texted me an encouragement, "We are able to see God working because of all He is doing for you." and "Yay!! All the praying worked." Many other nieces, my sister, my brother, and friends have been blessings too: texts, prayers, visits, calls. And then my sister-in-law texted, "We are celebrating with you!" I loved that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many, many blessings in this journey and it is because of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;living in reality,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being connected,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and being oriented - where this fits in the picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-6451088171243689828?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/6451088171243689828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2010/03/sustainability.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/6451088171243689828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/6451088171243689828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2010/03/sustainability.html' title='Sustainability'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-5449054221431240285</id><published>2010-02-22T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T11:42:00.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Loving Quilt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What a beautiful gift of love I received from students and parents at Emerald Park!  A parent of two of my previous students organized the project and put it together.  Students that had been in my classes wrote and colored on squares.  It was so much fun to read their messages and see their drawings.  The quilt is backed with pink and white breast cancer fleece.  I feel loved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like God's love, the quilt is also functional.  During chemo the nurses give you a warm blanket to cover you as the drugs can make you cold.  Now I will be using my quilt in chemo.  It reminds me of my loving students and is symbolic of their hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's love has gone with me to chemo each week, through all of the side effects, and the days of fatigue.  He is as real as the quilt and covers me with love, hope, and peace.  I can complain, rejoice, and tell Him my innermost secrets.  Just like the quilt, His presence makes me feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank-you Emerald Park family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-5449054221431240285?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/5449054221431240285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-loving-quilt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/5449054221431240285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/5449054221431240285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-loving-quilt.html' title='My Loving Quilt'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-4068980774818132863</id><published>2010-02-02T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T13:25:33.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Daughter's Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Events in our lives have many purposes.  Another purpose for my plans to go to India became clear last night while discussing Christy's plans for her future.  She will graduate from Western WA University on March 20 with a degree in Anthropology and a minor in teaching English to English language learners.  Her hope is to go and teach overseas, possibly in South Korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The steps that prepared me for India are now needed to help my daughter get ready to teach overseas:  passport, visa, passport photos, vaccinations, electrical plugs, items to make her feel at home, language CDs, shipping info,  etc.  The beauty in this is the reminder that nothing in our lives is ever wasted.  God uses our experiences for ourselves as well as others.  If I hadn't been planning to go to India, I would not know anything about the above steps to help her prepare to leave the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an awesome God we serve!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look at how much He loves my beautiful daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He values all the details of our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes we get to see the purpose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and sometimes we have to wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am thankful that I can see one valuable use today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-4068980774818132863?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/4068980774818132863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-daughters-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/4068980774818132863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/4068980774818132863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-daughters-dream.html' title='My Daughter&apos;s Dream'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-6552558406108979854</id><published>2010-01-22T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T07:34:56.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Your Eye on the Ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Growing up in a home where my Dad and brother were active in Little League, and later my son, I heard this phrase a lot:  keep your eye on the ball.  It would seem obvious that in baseball every player would know this.  But, it had to be taught and practiced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has the same rule if we choose to live with a positive attitude while going through times of difficulty.  In my situation, chemo has a way of zapping me of energy and focus.  My first round of chemo was so harsh that I had to stay focused on living a day at a time but I should have kept the goal (or ball) in mind too.  Now with this second round of chemo, I am able to look at the ball:  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;be cancer free for the rest of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  With that in mind, even if there is a pain or discomfort and still two years of treatment left, I am able to get up and say, "&lt;em&gt;Thank-you&lt;/em&gt; for this treatment!"    If I stick to it, I will remain cancer free.  That makes me move forward while remaining positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who &lt;strong&gt;listens&lt;/strong&gt; to My teaching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;follows&lt;/strong&gt; it is wise,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like the person who builds his house upon solid rock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though the rain comes in torrents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the flood waters rise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the winds beat against that house,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it won't collapse because it is built on bedrock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Matthew 7:24 - 25  NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keep eternity in mind...keep your eye on the goal...keep your eye on the ball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It must be taught and practiced...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We must listen and follow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-6552558406108979854?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/6552558406108979854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2010/01/keep-your-eye-on-ball.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/6552558406108979854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/6552558406108979854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2010/01/keep-your-eye-on-ball.html' title='Keep Your Eye on the Ball'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-7963168208603875722</id><published>2010-01-07T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T01:25:06.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>False Assumptions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tomorrow begins week two of what I am now calling Round Two of chemo, different drugs with different side effects.  I am also back to reading &lt;em&gt;Job&lt;/em&gt;, a book in the Bible about a man who knew God but experienced troubling times.   He had great faith because he never doubted the existence or sovereignty of God.  But, the conclusions he made of the changes in his life were based on false assumptions.   It made me realize that some of my experiences during this cancer adventure have been based on false assumptions too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plans to go live in India for two years were hit with the prognosis of cancer which included two and a half years of treatment.  I was shocked into a state of "take action" and then the overwhelming schedule of treatments.  The way for me to stay positive was to live one day at a time and not look at the next type of treatment.  Round One of chemo was very difficult for my body and the "one day at a time" philosophy was the only way for me to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; false assumption:   my life is now and will ever be totally consumed by cancer.   For two and a half years I will have chemo and radiation.  Then I will always live with the tests that will be checking to see that the cancer has not returned.  So, again, the "one day at a time" philosophy was good and was also beginning to be bad.  I couldn't see beyond the treatments and tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second false assumption was that each round of chemo or treatment would be extremely difficult.  My hope had to come from God and His mercy and strength.  He has always given me purpose and joy.   Now I had to get my mind focused that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully &lt;em&gt;Job&lt;/em&gt; has been being a great example for me.   The past two days have physically been my best days  in the past five months, and all of a sudden I see myself looking to next year.  I can envision myself teaching, visiting relatives, writing, and even teaching adults at church again.  Wow!  I didn't even realize that I had been robbing myself of choices and a future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During each crisis we may face - abandonment, divorce, death of a loved one, infertility, loss of a job - we probably live with some false assumptions.  I bet the phone calls that I have not returned have even caused some to have false assumptions like I do not care or that I am depressed.  (It's truly because of lack of energy and regrouping.)   Also, what other people say to us can even cause us to make false assumptions about ourselves.   Like Job, I need to remember Who God is, what He says about me, His promises, and where I can find the truth.  If my thinking leads me to a dead end or a hopeless future, I need to rethink the conclusion.  Where is my false thinking or untrue assumption?  Where is your thinking faulty?  There is hope for each of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-7963168208603875722?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/7963168208603875722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2010/01/false-assumptions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/7963168208603875722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/7963168208603875722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2010/01/false-assumptions.html' title='False Assumptions'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-8691318228181321290</id><published>2009-12-26T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T10:40:17.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Babe Has Arrived</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The angels appeared to the shepherds, saying, "Fear not!"  Their news was fantastic news so they listened, heard, and acted.  They &lt;em&gt;hurried&lt;/em&gt; and found Mary, Joseph, and Jesus in the stable.  And, they were not disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What great examples for us!  The uneducated, hard working shepherds heard about Jesus, rushed to see Him, and it changed their lives.  When I read the Bible or hear a Biblical sermon or even a song, I want to respond like the sheep herders.  I want to listen and act...I want to hear and take action...I want to understand and reply...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and there was the Baby lying in a manger.   &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Luke 2:16  NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-8691318228181321290?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/8691318228181321290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/12/babe-has-arrived.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/8691318228181321290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/8691318228181321290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/12/babe-has-arrived.html' title='The Babe Has Arrived'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-8989113990756374654</id><published>2009-12-17T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T12:26:39.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>70 Mile Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Round four is complete and next will come eight weeks of a less aggressive chemo drug.  For now I still have some nausea, low energy, and low white blood cell count.  But, this will improve over the next week.  So, the journey continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever wonder why the 70 mile journey of Mary and Joseph to Bethlehem has such a small part in the "Christmas story"?  Can you imagine seventy miles on a donkey...and being pregnant?  Or seventy miles walking beside a donkey with a pregnant lady?  There must have been discussions, encounters with others making the journey, disagreements, cold or restless nights, and many noteworthy events.  Why aren't we told?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My journey with cancer has been about six months.  A lot about the people, blessings, and miracles have not been documented.  For me it has been because of lack of energy, limited insight, and because I am in the beginning or middle of the journey.  I am busy living it instead of writing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Mary and Joseph the story of their travels are not in the Bible because the main character has not arrived.  They are the supporting actors and the real miracle is about to happen.  It is not because the journey was not important.  It is because the time in Bethlehem is life changing for all of us.  It is not because there was nothing valuable in their trip.  It is because the most valuable time for us was Jesus' birth.  It is not because these two servants of God didn't have something to teach us about trust.  It is because the angels needed to remind us to be brave:  "&lt;em&gt;Fear not&lt;/em&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it is a good reminder of how I am not at the end of this journey, stay focused on one day at a time...and "&lt;em&gt;FEAR NOT&lt;/em&gt;!"  We all need to be reminded during various journeys in our lives to focus on the Main Character and Fear Not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-8989113990756374654?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/8989113990756374654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/12/70-mile-journey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/8989113990756374654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/8989113990756374654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/12/70-mile-journey.html' title='70 Mile Journey'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-1600230916734883756</id><published>2009-12-06T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T13:25:25.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Was Human</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Job was a man of faith who encountered great loss.  He believes that God has stopped listening to him.  This man of faith never doubts God's existence or sovereignty but he does question His justice and mercy.  Job's friends view trials as a sign of sin.  They accuse Job of sinning and state that his troubles are totally due to his own sin.  In his discussions with them he blames God for destroying his hope.  Job is angry with Him and feels that God has abandoned him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is easy to read the Book of Job and miss his faith.  Some of his words are negative about God and a lot of his thinking is false.  But, then he says, "Even now my witness is in heaven.  My advocate is there on high."  He still knows that God knows all.  Job begs for mercy and in the middle of his complaining Job says, "But as for me, I know that my Redeemer lives, and that He will stand upon the earth at last...I will see Him for myself.  Yes, I will see Him with my own eyes.  I am overwhelmed at the thought!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During chemo, there have been days when I didn't even open my Bible.  God was still carrying me, sending encouragement my way, and holding my hand.  The human side of Job validated my emotions.  The faith statements of Job reminded me that in the midst of trials, my relationship with God is still real.  "I know that my Redeemer lives!...I am overwhelmed at the thought!"   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-1600230916734883756?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/1600230916734883756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/12/job-was-human.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/1600230916734883756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/1600230916734883756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/12/job-was-human.html' title='Job Was Human'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-3341862785134884665</id><published>2009-12-02T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T21:43:40.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Weeks Later</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wow!  I haven't blogged for a long, long time.  There is no excuse for not checking in once in a while.  My body has had a rough time with the chemo but there have been so many blessings to share. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister had been able to stay with me most days since July.  She would go home on weekends or her husband would come up and visit.  It was such a blessing - such a sacrifice.  Then about 3 weeks ago Jack had a heart attack and Karen needed to go home to Chehalis.  He had two stints put in and has his energy back, but what a scare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends jumped in to help and so I have someone staying each night.  The days right after chemo someone is able to be here during the daytime too.   My kids regularly visit and help out by cooking, cleaning, decorating, visiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each person seems to have their own gift to share:  one friend organized my school books to sell, one friend collected sick leave days to donate to me, another friend organizes my food when I am going to be alone, several different friends drive me to chemo and dr. appts., colleagues from school bring me large envelopes filled with gifts to open each day, others have sent cards, one friend sold homemade cards to help me financially with Christmas gifts for my kids, some friends provide meals, and three friends flew me to the Grand Canyon before chemo started.  Some friends or family members encourage me, others pray with me, and many pray for me.  Everyone has their own special way that has touched my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank each of you because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you have touched my life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;encouraged me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blessed me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and you bring me joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank-you!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-3341862785134884665?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/3341862785134884665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/12/six-weeks-later.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/3341862785134884665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/3341862785134884665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/12/six-weeks-later.html' title='Six Weeks Later'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-1147821366892590647</id><published>2009-10-25T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T16:00:08.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A lot has happened since I last blogged. I had my first round of chemo. (A round consists of three hours of chemo thru my port, a shot on the next day, and lab work on day 8.) It was a very rough week for me as I was nauseated, etc for most of the time. I have had four types of anti-nausea meds and finally, as of yesterday, an anti-nausea patch. Along with the nausea, I am learning the differences between recovering from surgery, tired, and fatigued. Prior to this I wondered if fatigue was just a word for tired...it isn't. To me, it feels like your knees are going to give out if you remain standing. So that has been the ten days of chemo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can live with those side effects, and still laugh, joke, and enjoy life. In the night time, I became fearful of all of the other potential side effects that are poking their heads up: loosing my hair in about seven days (even tho' I know that it won't be a big deal...at first it might be emotional), "chemo brain" becoming permanent, mouth sores, infections, too fatigued to enjoy the holidays. Then I started laughing out loud, "I wrote many Single Mom Sunday School lessons on FEAR NOT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But I said to you, ‘Don’t be shocked or afraid of them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;hair loss, thinking processes, fatigue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;Lord your God&lt;/strong&gt; is &lt;em&gt;going ahead&lt;/em&gt; of you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He&lt;/strong&gt; will &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just as you &lt;em&gt;saw&lt;/em&gt; Him do in Egypt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;with rejection, separation, abandonment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you &lt;em&gt;saw&lt;/em&gt; how the &lt;strong&gt;Lord your God&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cared&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;for you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;all &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;along the way &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as you traveled through the wilderness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;infertility, loneliness, divorce, son in Iraq, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just as a father cares for his child. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now&lt;/em&gt; He has &lt;em&gt;brought you&lt;/em&gt; to this place.’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;cancer, surgeries, chemo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Deuteronomy 1:29 - 31 NLT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt; do I fear? I know that the Lord has been faithful to me through every event in life. Why &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; I fear? I know what He has promised me. Why do &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; fear? I know better than to worry about the future as it is not in my control. Let's laugh...let's leave the worry to God...let's march on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-1147821366892590647?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/1147821366892590647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/10/fear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/1147821366892590647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/1147821366892590647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/10/fear.html' title='Fear???'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-1115557117363351335</id><published>2009-10-12T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T23:34:47.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Step at a Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Chemo begins in three days and I am feeling wiser about my preparation. Last week I was focused on changes and potential side effects. It was overwhelming. This weekend I was reminded that I need to take it &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one step at a time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...and, as stated in my last blog, that God is with me always, everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At the end of all of the chemo and radiation, strength will be renewed and my relationship with the Lord will be closer due to this journey. What awesome thoughts! Throughout life, every crisis, or extended period of stress, has been worth the struggle because of new thinking and a newer awareness of how God has worked. In one way it is exciting to see how He will "grow me". When typing that sentence, my emotions lifted and I became more focused on using this time as an opportunity to build relationships and to learn to receive from others. One step at a time...look for an opportunity to get to know others...take time to process the learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;But those who &lt;strong&gt;trust in the Lord&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;will find &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;new strength&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;They will &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;soar high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; on wings like eagles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;They will &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; grow weary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;They will &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; faint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Isaiah 40:31 NLT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tonight I am at peace as He is with me and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;will give me strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-1115557117363351335?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/1115557117363351335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-step-at-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/1115557117363351335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/1115557117363351335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-step-at-time.html' title='One Step at a Time!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-2623235548637025383</id><published>2009-10-06T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T00:03:15.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Forever Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don’t be afraid&lt;/strong&gt;, for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I am with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don’t be discouraged&lt;/strong&gt;, for I am your God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will&lt;/span&gt; strengthen you&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;help you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will&lt;/span&gt; hold you up&lt;/strong&gt; with my victorious right hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Is 41:10 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts surrounding the impact of cancer come in stages and then circulate to a deeper level. Throughout the day and finally tonight I realize that this is a lifetime change or sentence, so to speak. I have cancer or I had cancer but will never be done with this disease. That is an overwhelming realization for me! After potentially 124 weeks of chemo with six weeks of radiation in the middle, I will still regularly have tests and doctor appointments. January, a mammogram will need to be taken, and in August of 2010, I will have a CT/PET Scan to make sure the other kidney is cancer-free. Those are just the two required due to surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I do with this level of thinking? I need to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;remain&lt;/span&gt; positive as chemo begins. This is not &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; a change in the plans I had for two years of teaching in India. This is a change where I will be reminded of the potential for unhealthy cells in my body &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I have another appointment...and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I see the scars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does one balance a positive attitude with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;devastating&lt;/span&gt; event like cancer, divorce, death of a family member or friend, etc.? &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Pray&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; journal, get angry, listen to music, read &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;inspirational&lt;/span&gt; or uplifting articles and books, find a source of creativity, talk with friends, cry, laugh, and &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pray ~ pray ~ pray&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...listen to the Lord who created you... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;Do not be afraid&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;for&lt;/em&gt; I have ransomed you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have called you by name; you are mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When&lt;/em&gt; you go through &lt;strong&gt;deep waters&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; will be with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When&lt;/em&gt; you go through &lt;strong&gt;rivers of difficulty&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you will &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; drown. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When you walk through the fire of oppression, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you will &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; be burned up; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the flames will not consume you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For&lt;/em&gt; I am the Lord, your God, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the Holy One of Israel, your Savior... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Is 43: 1 - 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose to trust that the Lord will walk every step with me because He says He will. That is how I will accept and live with this new level of thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-2623235548637025383?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/2623235548637025383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/10/forever-change.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/2623235548637025383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/2623235548637025383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/10/forever-change.html' title='A Forever Change'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-6331475145072926909</id><published>2009-10-05T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T04:24:33.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting Here Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tonight (or this morning)I am feeling odd...extremely focused on what lies ahead in about 10 days. A white bear with a pink dress that was given to me by cancer survivor is ready to sit on my lap during chemo. My sister is planning to drive me to the appointments. The schedule has been made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The oncologist told me that two things are certain: &lt;strong&gt;fatigue&lt;/strong&gt; and loss of hair. Lately I have been frustrated with my lack of energy from kidney surgery and how friends and family have graciously been pitching in to help me with daily chores, meals, and grocery shopping. The past two days I have accomplished very little as my body was exhausted from our six day trip to the Grand Canyon. So what will it be like with 2 1/2 years of chemo? Will I be fatigued some of the time, most of the time, or all of the time? Will I be able to hold on for that long or will I say, "Enough is enough?" Lack of energy is one thing but fatigue sounds a lot more frustrating. What will I be able to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the &lt;strong&gt;loss of hair&lt;/strong&gt;. I think that it is no big deal as my life does not revolve around my looks. But, as I was looking at hats for daily use, going out, and sleeping I decided that maybe I haven't prepared myself for the emotions that will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I be doing the next ten days? There is a very helpful website, &lt;a href="http://www.lotsofhelpinghands.com/"&gt;http://www.lotsofhelpinghands.com/&lt;/a&gt; (Lots of Helping Hands) where you put in your needs on a calendar, email friends, and let them sign up for what they will be able to do. I have listed meals, rides to and from chemo and doctor appointments, and cleaning the bathroom. Do you know how hard it is to ask people to do that? All of it needs to be done and with medical bills I am not able to pay someone to clean the house. Already two dear friends have volunteered to clean my bathroom. Wow, that is compassion and service! The needs are on the calendar and my bedroom is organized with the things that I think I will need close at hand. What should I be doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focusing on strength and peace are worth my time right now. Where does my &lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;strength&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;come from? Where does &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;peace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; come from? Who calms my fears of the unknown? These questions lead me right back to the Lord and His Word. My relationship and dependence on Him will give me the strength, peace, and wisdom to face what lies ahead. It is the same for each of us no matter what our present struggles. No human can give me strength and no human can give me peace. I must, once again, discipline my thoughts and time to spend time with Him in prayer, reading, and music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, despite all these things, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;overwhelming victory is ours through Christ, who loved us.&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am convinced&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;nothing can ever separate us from God’s love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Neither death nor life, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;neither angels nor demons,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;neither our fears&lt;/em&gt; for today &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nor our worries about tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;—&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not even the powers of hell can separate us from God’s love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No power in the sky above or in the earth below—&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;indeed, nothing in all creation &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will ever be able to separate us &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from the love of God &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Romans 8:37 - 39 NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-6331475145072926909?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/6331475145072926909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/10/sitting-here-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/6331475145072926909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/6331475145072926909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/10/sitting-here-alone.html' title='Sitting Here Alone'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-4738587805956127816</id><published>2009-10-03T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T21:38:24.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Break Before Chemo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My niece has four daughters so I have been able to watch the interaction of four females. Quite interesting to watch because you see the conflicts as well as the love. They protect each other and yet call each other on actions that they think are wrong. Comments can be hurtful but get out of the way if they see someone else verbally attacking a sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four friends went to the Grand Canyon...all females. We have been friends for nine to fifteen years. None of us had been to the Grand Canyon and we all wanted to experience it. It sounded like a way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rejuvenate&lt;/span&gt; before chemo begins...or was it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of us are friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Three of us are single&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Three of us live in Kent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But four of us are friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of us are women&lt;br /&gt;Three of us are over 50&lt;br /&gt;Three of us raised daughters&lt;br /&gt;But four of us are friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of us have one child who is married&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Three of us have grandchildren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Three of us have "grown up" sons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But four of us have children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of us love animals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Three of us love dogs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Three of us have pets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But four of us enjoy animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of us traveled to the Grand Canyon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Three of us left someone at home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Three of us had stress calls from home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But four of us remained at the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of us rode a helicopter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Three of us were afraid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Three of us took pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But four of us enjoyed the flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of us drove to Las Vegas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Three of us gambled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Three of us had "alone time" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But four of us enjoyed the lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of us had conflicts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Three of us went to a musical&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Three of us went to another part of town&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But four of us did something we wanted to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of us have faith in God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Four of us believe in the power of prayer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Four of us saw the awesomeness of God's creation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Four of us are thankful for our trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord allowed this trip for many reasons. One, because I may not be able to travel during chemo. Another to share the beauty of the Grand Canyon. But, also to draw us closer and to have a clearer understanding of each other. This road I am on will not be easy for any of my family or friends. The more we understand each other, the stronger we will be. As my young niece wisely said, "Sometimes all those things, even the bad, will turn out to be a good memory." This cancer journey will definitely have and has had some bumps but I do believe that it will be a good memory of strength, love, and friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-4738587805956127816?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/4738587805956127816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/10/break-before-chemo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/4738587805956127816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/4738587805956127816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/10/break-before-chemo.html' title='A Break Before Chemo'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-3347228460497522219</id><published>2009-09-25T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T03:19:34.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Up, the Sun is Shining!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night I was able to focus on my grief over the loss of teaching and going to India. To get myself going again, I turn to what I know to be the truth: great friends, supportive children who know the Lord, and a Lord Who loves me.  When feeling sad or overwhelmed, I give myself permission to feel down for a reasonable amount of time.  Then I do what helps me look past myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have surrounded myself with things that I enjoy doing and outlets of creativity. Last spring my colleagues told me the titles of their favorite books and they are now sitting on the windowsill. To prepare for India I downloaded my favorite music onto my IPod which is sitting near my bed. My scrapbooking supplies are organized in the plastic drawers that were to be shipped to me. Favorite puzzles are ready for me to put together. My camera is close by so that when people visit I can have a visual to scrapbook of this journey. My laptop has enough memory to hold my photos and they have all been backed up on CDs so that I can print them when I feel creative. Scrapbooks were completed of trips, friends, and family members so that I would have them when I felt homesick or lonely: the beauty of Washington, people whom I love, and funny times with friends and family. And, my Bailey dog comes to visit me regularly. All that I had done to organize my trip to India is helping me get up with a positive attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important part of moving forward for me is my faith. My&lt;strong&gt; Bible&lt;/strong&gt; is right next to me at all times. I find encouragement, understanding, hope, and joy inside its covers. And, I definitely have time for &lt;strong&gt;prayer&lt;/strong&gt;. It is also a source of strength and it makes me look past myself to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very, very close friend died of breast cancer twenty years ago. When she was no longer able to get out of bed, she asked me why she was still alive. What was her purpose? What could she do and what was the point of her being alive? I remember telling her that the Lord has her alive for &lt;em&gt;at least&lt;/em&gt; two reasons: her husband and children needed to be ready to let her go, and she could pray for others...and obviously to show me how to go down this road with joy. I am now finding comfort in those words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medicine has come a long way in curing breast cancer so I am not as ill as Maxine was. Her cancer went into her bones and then into her brain. Chemo will make me fatigued and lately my migraines have kept me in bed but I do not have the pain that she had. So, I have been able to use some of my time praying. My medicine is music, laughter, games, prayer, reading, and being with family and friends. (Food still looks like it is a main source of comfort too.) Disciplining my thoughts, taking each day one step at a time, and remembering Who is with me all help me get up after a time of grieving to see the sun shining around me. Never worry when I need to take time to be sad. I have the right medicine to be lifted up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-3347228460497522219?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/3347228460497522219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/09/get-up-sun-is-shining.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/3347228460497522219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/3347228460497522219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/09/get-up-sun-is-shining.html' title='Get Up, the Sun is Shining!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-1280176276574256138</id><published>2009-09-24T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T00:40:56.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Distractions Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The wedding is over.  Both of my surgeries are done and I have healed.  My home is getting put back together.  Everyone is at home for now.  A website has been set up for my needs once chemo begins.   And I am able to catch up on thank-you notes and labeling pictures on my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord has my attention and I am listening.  Two events have been going through my mind as I continue grieving in a deeper way:  the beginning of school and teaching in India.  Teaching has always been a creative outlet for me, full of relationships.  India was to be a huge adventure that I would be doing by myself.  Both are and were avenues of spiritual growth.  Constantly in the classroom the Lord would allow me to touch students in ways that were beyond my own talents.  It was evident that He was working through me.  Obviously in India I would have been depending on Him for emotional strength, loneliness, and guidance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of needing Him in the classroom and in a distant country, I need the Lord to hold my hand through this journey.  I have been reading about, and more importantly, talking with people who have been on this road.  It can be overwhelming to think about:  what will chemo feel like, how will my body react, what will I be able to do during those months, what will food taste like, which smells will bother me, will radiation hurt, will my hair start to grow back only to fall out again, can I really ask people to do all of the daily things for me, etc, etc, etc.  It is definitely necessary for me to go one step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can and will all be a rich experience for me, full of many blessings and miracles.   But, tonight, I am going to allow myself the time to grieve as I know Who is with me.  My Bible is right beside me full of encouragement and truths...but for now, I am going to grieve teaching and India.  Don't worry, I will not stay in this space for long...just for tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-1280176276574256138?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/1280176276574256138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/09/distractions-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/1280176276574256138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/1280176276574256138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/09/distractions-gone.html' title='Distractions Gone'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-3553206385016514915</id><published>2009-09-18T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T01:20:11.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have been reading the Old Testament book of Job as he was hit with more tragedy than I have been.  Each day that I read there is always something for me to grab and think about.  At one point this man of faith believed that God was destroying the people, animals, and possessions in his life and then attacked his health.  He had forgotten Who God was and how much He loved him.  It made me realize that our beliefs either make us hopeless or full of hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the advantage of reading why these things were happening to him:  God gave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Satan&lt;/span&gt; permission to test Job's faith in God.  &lt;strong&gt;God allows bad things but doesn't cause them.&lt;/strong&gt;  If we believe that God is doing these things to us, then where is hope?  What a depressing thought!  How can you fight God's power?  That is why Job became very depressed too.  He didn't understand why God was doing all of these things to him when they had had a good relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope comes from &lt;em&gt;knowing Who God is&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;understanding His love for me.&lt;/em&gt;  He has always been faithful to me no matter what is happening in my life.  This is no different.  God did not give me cancer; it is a disease that many of us have to fight.  My hope is knowing that my loving Lord is going on this journey with me.  My hope is knowing that He has been on this journey with me since July.  My hope is knowing that almost everything that I did to prepare to go to India, is helping me on this journey too.  Why?  Because God knew that I was not going:  my house didn't get on the market, the junk in my home is gone, my car didn't sell, repairs and painting have made my home a beautiful place to be, my job at school was filled at the end of the year, and church responsibilities were filled by others.  He knew.  I didn't.  He knew.  All has fallen into place.  Hope?  Yes!  Hope is knowing that He didn't give me cancer but He will hold my hand every moment.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-3553206385016514915?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/3553206385016514915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/09/hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/3553206385016514915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/3553206385016514915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/09/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-1558524437008802343</id><published>2009-09-16T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T12:50:03.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before, After, and Above</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;O Lord&lt;/span&gt;, you have &lt;strong&gt;examined&lt;/strong&gt; my heart      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt; everything about me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You &lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt; when I sit down or stand up.      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You &lt;strong&gt;know my thoughts&lt;/strong&gt; even when I’m far away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You &lt;strong&gt;see &lt;/strong&gt;me when I travel      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and when I rest at home.      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know&lt;/strong&gt; everything I do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You &lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt; what I am going to say      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even before I say it, Lord. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You &lt;strong&gt;go before&lt;/strong&gt; me and &lt;strong&gt;follow me&lt;/strong&gt;.      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You &lt;strong&gt;place your hand of blessing on my head&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;too great for me to understand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Psalm 139:1 - 6  NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Where does peace come from during a life struggle?  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Going to India - &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  Stay in townhome - yes.  Contract reinstated - yes!  Surgery - yes.  Got all the cancer - yes.  Surgery - yes.  Got all of the cancer - yes.  Healing - yes.  &lt;em&gt;Chemo - yes.  Radiation - yes.  More chemo - yes.  &lt;/em&gt;Look at all of the "yes" answers.  I had one NO but look at all of the positive answers.  If I focus on India I miss the great things that are happening around me.  &lt;em&gt;Looking at Chemo and Radiation can be a little frightening.  &lt;/em&gt;But, God is going before me and behind me.  What could be better?  Then, He has His hand on my head.  That is very personal and encouraging.  I will not be alone while having and reacting to chemo.  I will not be alone while receiving radiation.  I will not be alone...I am not alone.  This is wonderful and beyond my understanding but it produces peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-1558524437008802343?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/1558524437008802343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/09/before-after-and-above.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/1558524437008802343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/1558524437008802343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/09/before-after-and-above.html' title='Before, After, and Above'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-3710665715076548093</id><published>2009-09-14T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T01:20:27.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Step at a Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Two and a half years of chemo and six weeks of radiation are ahead of me. So far, I have been able to look at what lies just ahead instead of two steps down the road. That has helped me emotionally as well as physically but it takes discipline. Chemo is the next step. Yet my mind is jumping to radiation. Why? Fear of the unknown. I have not spoken to anyone who had radiation and so I've been reading about it...It sounds painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For chemo, the part that would bother me the most is nausea. Whenever I have been nauseated in the past, I would lie as still as possible so that I wouldn't throw up. I was frozen and would just wait until it passed. Truly, what a big baby! So, when discussing the side effects with my oncologist, he said that there are two known side effects &lt;em&gt;for sure&lt;/em&gt; from the chemo: loss of hair and fatigue. He said that nausea is not really a problem because of good medications nowadays. I can deal with the loss of hair and hopefully the fatigue is also tolerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next my mind has jumped ahead to radiation. I began to read about it: procedures and side effects. The thought of it is frightening! I had to put the book away and discipline myself to focus on healing, building my strength, drinking plenty of water, and chemo. I have had to force myself to look only at the next step, chemo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember Philippians 4:6 - 7, "Don't worry...Pray...&lt;strong&gt;Tell God what you need&lt;/strong&gt;...Thank Him...&lt;strong&gt;His peace will guard your hearts and minds&lt;/strong&gt; as you live in Christ Jesus." Then in verses 8 - 9, "...&lt;strong&gt;Fix your thoughts&lt;/strong&gt; on what is true and honorable and right. &lt;strong&gt;Think about&lt;/strong&gt; things that are pure and lovely and admirable..." I can do that. There are so many good things to think about and so many good things that God has done for me. I can do this! One step at a time...The summer is somewhat of a blur due to the shock of a change of plans and the surgeries. The present is full of joy due to the Kent teachers strike about to end and the wedding of my niece this week. The future is in God's hands and so I will obey: don't worry, pray, and discipline my thoughts. I can do this &lt;em&gt;with His help&lt;/em&gt;. I can do this as He has given me the keys! I can do this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-3710665715076548093?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/3710665715076548093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-step-at-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/3710665715076548093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/3710665715076548093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-step-at-time.html' title='One Step at a Time'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-8588881571587489491</id><published>2009-09-09T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T02:59:55.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shattered Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While scrapbooking my new adventure, I realized that my world had turned upside down 16 days before I was to go to India. I had not realized that the whirlwind hit down that close to departure. Planning had taken 14 months and the turn around was only sixteen days. No wonder I can't remember most details of those two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans do not always turn into reality. What I thought was God's plan for the next two years of my life was not the destination He had in mind. Just like Jonah being swallowed by the large fish or me twirling around in the middle of the currents, we are never alone. Once inside the fish, Jonah must have been disoriented or confused: &lt;em&gt;dark&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;strange surroundings&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;senses trying to sort out the new smells, sights, textures&lt;/em&gt;, and then the realization of &lt;em&gt;confinement&lt;/em&gt;. All of this happened within a few short minutes. All God was telling Jonah was to listen and turn around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whirlwind lifted and spun me around. I became disoriented, nauseous, and confused...shocked...disappointed...in disbelief. The speed of the whirlwind was unbelievable. Sixteen days and I would be in India! The force of the wind had picked me up and planted me in a totally different direction, away from India. Yet God was telling me to hold on to Him and watch each event carefully. He reminded me of His unconditional love, His supreme wisdom, and His constant presence. He was with me so I was not alone in the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two months later, two surgeries later, the wind has calmed, the shock is over, and I am on solid ground. The direction of my life has changed and I am ready to proceed. There is darkness, medical surroundings, new sights, sounds, smells, and confinement. A lot of life is out of my control so I stand up when the wind sets me down. When I am hit by another whirlwind, I wait for it to settle, see where I am, get up and go forward...with my loving Lord holding and sometimes carrying me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-8588881571587489491?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/8588881571587489491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/09/shattered-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/8588881571587489491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/8588881571587489491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/09/shattered-dreams.html' title='Shattered Dreams'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-5072849610582060159</id><published>2009-09-07T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T15:24:01.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naked</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mammogram and colonoscopy done. Second mammogram, ultrasound, and needle biopsy checked off. Lumpectomy and lymphnode removal completed. Brain MRI, CT/PET Scan, MUGA (heart) results back. EKG. Kidney removed. Primary doctor, breast surgeon, oncologist, oncologist's partner, kidney surgeon, nurses, teams in operating rooms, technicians...all know more about me than I knew. Thoroughly examined and physically naked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While healing at home, many dear friends and family have met my every need. They have been able to monitor my liquid intake, food intake, number of hours in bed, showers, and lack of activity. Each has sacrificed greatly for me and there is very little about me that they do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have been getting stronger, being laid open before others has begun to feel uncomfortable. Not that I tried to hide anything from my friends but we all have things we don't like about ourselves that are often invisible to others. Like the junk drawer of our homes, we have junk drawers in our lives. Stuffed in my junk drawer are traits, habits, behaviors that I do not like about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord knows all about my junk drawer. It is opened regularly for Him to examine. I willingly have given Him the key. The ideal relationship with God is nakedness, pure intimacy. People were created naked: Now the man and his wife were both naked, but they felt no shame. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Genesis 2:25 NLT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because He is trustworthy and loves unconditionally, I can be 100% open with Him. But now people have been allowed to see my junk drawer and it no longer can be closed. I could start another junk drawer where they do not have the key but is that the way I should live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While pondering this feeling of nakedness, my junk drawer accessed, lack of privacy, it dawned on me that this still is not the innermost part of me. My lack of self-discipline, ability to be comfortable in sweats, desire to stay home rather than go out, personal filing style (or piling), etc, etc, etc are visible to others. But there are still thoughts and feelings that I can choose to share or keep private. But reality is that this process has been very valuable to make me a more open person and the person that God wants me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must go to my Source of strength to feel loved and okay:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the word of God is &lt;em&gt;alive&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;powerful&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is sharper than the sharpest two-edged sword, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cutting between soul and spirit, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;between joint and marrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It exposes our innermost thoughts and desires.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing in all creation is &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hidden from God.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything is naked and exposed before His eyes, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He&lt;/em&gt; is the one to whom we are accountable&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So then, since we have a great High Priest who has entered heaven, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jesus the Son of God, let us hold firmly to what we believe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This High Priest of ours understands our weaknesses,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for He faced all of the same testings we do, yet He did not sin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So let us &lt;strong&gt;come boldly&lt;/strong&gt; to the throne of our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;gracious&lt;/em&gt; God&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There we will receive &lt;strong&gt;His &lt;em&gt;mercy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we will find &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;grace &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;to help us when we need it most. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hebrews 4:12 - 16 NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My junk drawer is open. I am naked before my friends and family. And, yet, I can come boldly to God, receive mercy for laziness, and grace for my short comings. He loves me and shows me that this is how we all should live: naked. I will try to keep my junk drawer open and have less in it. Great lesson for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-5072849610582060159?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/5072849610582060159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/09/naked.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/5072849610582060159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/5072849610582060159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/09/naked.html' title='Naked'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-6310635944104392117</id><published>2009-08-24T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T00:29:35.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The closer I get to Wednesday, the more I am realizing all that it will mean. It dawned on me that I will be going through the surgery all alone. Up 'til then, I was focused on the drain all of this has been on those who have been walking this road with me. But, no one gets to go into the surgery room with me. As I started focusing on the thought of being all alone, I remembered that I will not be alone: the Lord will be with me, holding me, guiding the surgeons hands, and loving me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I prayed&lt;/strong&gt; to the Lord, and &lt;strong&gt;He answered&lt;/strong&gt; me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He freed me from all my fears&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those who look to him for help will be radiant with joy; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no shadow of shame will darken their faces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taste and see that the Lord is good. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, the joys of those who take refuge in him!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ps 34:4 - 5, 8 NLT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In less than 30 hours I go to the hospital. About 24 hours and I am to stop drinking and eating. In less than 36 hours I will have only one kidney. In less than 16 hours I will have my durable power of attorney and living will notorized. Wow! A lot to think about...but at least I won't be alone. He will be with me, loving me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-6310635944104392117?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/6310635944104392117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/08/closer-i-get-to-wednesday-more-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/6310635944104392117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/6310635944104392117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/08/closer-i-get-to-wednesday-more-i-am.html' title='Not Alone'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-7518227624432522971</id><published>2009-08-18T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T05:42:44.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Bump or Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday I found out that I have a cancerous tumor in one of my kidneys. It was found because of all of the testing due to breast cancer. Apparently they are not connected and the tumor in the kidney is totally contained - not spreading. Yes it is a blessing...and yet another "hit".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surgery...different surgeon...different hospital...different cancer...different part...different side...different healing time...overnight stay...chemo postponed... ... ... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally I want to scream, "No more!" and yet I haven't even started chemo. Physically I want to yell, "What are you doing, Body?" and yet it is my body that is making all of the positive adjustments. Emotionally I want to cry, "More dependence on others!?" and yet no one is complaining. Physically I want to complain, "More limitations?" and yet this is less restrictive than the last surgery. Reality says, "This is not a &lt;em&gt;major&lt;/em&gt; set back!" but it is a shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just beginning to accept the potential drain that chemo will have on my body. I was glad that I was finally going to have my chemo schedule. I was thankful that all of the scans were completed. I was...I was...I was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then faith comes in and says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And now, dear brothers and sisters, one final thing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fix your thoughts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on what is true, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and honorable, and right, and pure, and lovely, and admirable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Think about things that are excellent and worthy of praise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep putting into practice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; all you learned and received from me—&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everything you heard from me and saw me doing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then &lt;strong&gt;the God of peace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; will be with you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Philippians 4:8 - 9 NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;True?&lt;/em&gt; Found early, contained in one place, recovery time should be short. &lt;em&gt;Honorable? &lt;/em&gt;The compassion of the oncologist. &lt;em&gt;Right?&lt;/em&gt; There are many worse things with which others have to endure. &lt;em&gt;Pure?&lt;/em&gt; The Lord's love. &lt;em&gt;Lovely?&lt;/em&gt; Giving, supportive, loving friends and family. &lt;em&gt;Admirable?&lt;/em&gt; The people surrounding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this bump is put into perspective, it truly does come out as a blessing. How else could I experience God's love in action, and know His loving Presence? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-7518227624432522971?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/7518227624432522971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-bump-or-blessing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/7518227624432522971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/7518227624432522971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-bump-or-blessing.html' title='Another Bump or Blessing'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-5078620309702487226</id><published>2009-08-15T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T05:45:57.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Change!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Surgery. Recovery. Awareness. Pain. Tests. Appointments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tests. Appointments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My life has gone from traveling to a new country to visiting every medical building at Valley Medical Center. Modesty to exposure. Creating a classroom in India to creating a healing environment in Kent. Living alone to never being alone. Energy to fatigue. Daily devotions and study to weekly devotions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been the most difficult day I have had so far in this new journey. No special reason. Nothing new today; at least nothing that I could put my finger on throughout the afternoon. I just had a feeling of sadness all day long, with no motivation to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, at three o'clock in the morning, I realized that it is the ending of the first week of school in India. Then the emotions came that this cancer is not just a small event in my life but an ever changing one. I have always been slow to process events and their impact on my life but most of the time it saves me from a lot of unnecessary drama. The worst rarely ever happens...and for sure this is not the worst &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scenario&lt;/span&gt; in life. It just stopped my dream of teaching in India. (I could possibly do it in the future but right now I am not focusing that way. There was so much time, money, and energy spent on planning my new adventure that I can't see myself reliving the preparations.) So, after a month of living with the knowledge that I have breast cancer, I have accepted the fact that I will not be teaching in India this year...and maybe never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it is good to feel sad, grieve, and to acknowledge that the rain has come, and it came in torrents. It means that I am alive and actually experiencing life. I know that God will hold me up, love me, and not let me collapse...because He is my rock. I can cry and know that I don't have to be strong...He is my solid rock. I can grieve and know that it is because I didn't get what I wanted...but He loves me anyway. Now I can sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyone who listens to My teaching&lt;br /&gt;and obeys Me is wise&lt;br /&gt;like a person who builds a house on solid rock.&lt;br /&gt;Though the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;rain comes&lt;/em&gt; in torrents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;floodwaters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; rise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;winds&lt;/em&gt; beat&lt;/strong&gt; against that house,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it won't collapse,&lt;br /&gt;because it is built on rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Matthew 7:24 - 25 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-5078620309702487226?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/5078620309702487226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/5078620309702487226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/5078620309702487226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-change.html' title='What a Change!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-4653504605739227795</id><published>2009-08-02T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T00:33:45.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After Surgery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Surgery has come and gone, lab results have come back, tomorrow is my appt with my oncologist. I was going to be in India, settled in my flat, and getting ready for school to start next week. Since the shift in plans, I have had to learn many things about adjusting: take it one step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been interesting to watch and experience on many levels: my personal processing, friends, family, and spiritually. It is easier for me to take one small step at a time. I thought about and then accepted the biopsy results. Energy went to surgery and nothing beyond. Next came the lab reports from surgery. Adjusting to the physical changes after surgery and the lack of independence. Now comes the oncology...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Lord&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt; have examined my heart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and &lt;em&gt;know &lt;/em&gt;everything about me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know&lt;/em&gt; when I sit down or stand up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know&lt;/em&gt; my thoughts even when I’m far away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You see&lt;/em&gt; me when I travel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and when I rest at home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know&lt;/em&gt; everything I do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know&lt;/em&gt; what I am going to say &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even before I say it, Lord. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You go&lt;/em&gt; before me and follow me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You place&lt;/em&gt; your hand of blessing on my head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;too great for me to understand! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ps 139:1 - 6 NLT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother had suggested visualizing Jesus standing before me asking, "What can I do for you?" Then remain silent and let my thoughts go to my deepest needs. It was very powerful for me as what I found out that I needed was a physical hug, His hand holding mine, and Him supporting me from behind. Now, as I look ahead to chemo and all that it will entail, I can recall the image and the words, "Hugging. Holding. Supporting". He is hugging me with an overwhelming love, holding my hand as my best Friend, and supporting my back with the strongest and most gentle hands known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncertain about what lies ahead this week. Anxious? A little. Uncertain about my physical reaction? For sure. But, at peace because I do know that He will be walking each step with me. Even in India I would have needed that assurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,&lt;br /&gt;too great for me to understand! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-4653504605739227795?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/4653504605739227795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/08/after-surgery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/4653504605739227795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/4653504605739227795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/08/after-surgery.html' title='After Surgery'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-7828032569659920260</id><published>2009-07-17T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T02:26:59.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Pathway?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For You are my hiding place;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You protect me from trouble.&lt;br /&gt;You surround me with songs of victory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Lord says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;guide&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; you along the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;best pathway for your life&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;will advise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;watch over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Psalm 32:7 - 8 NLT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Isn't it profound that in June this was the passage that I quoted? Wow! This is now what I need. Today it was confirmed that I have breast cancer which is also in at least one lymph node. Instead of going to India in ten days, I will be heading to the hospital. These verses are a great reminder that He is with me and this cancer is no surprise to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?" you say. Yes, He knew and was guiding me. I had been at peace with not having my home on the market yet, not selling my car to a colleague, and the packers not giving me a date for them to pack and ship my items. Now I am thankful for all of those events. I still have my home, my car, and my clothes. As I look around, I see His hand in many of the preparations that I thought were to head toward India but are instead to help me with the rough road ahead. All I can say tonight is that He is a good God and I have to remember that as I go through the next few months. You can agree or disagree with me but please join me on my journey...a different one than we discussed but an adventure just the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-7828032569659920260?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/7828032569659920260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/07/best-pathway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/7828032569659920260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/7828032569659920260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/07/best-pathway.html' title='The Best Pathway?'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-9147967303847778640</id><published>2009-06-02T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T12:44:41.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The temperature in Washington is warming and helping me to change from 50 degrees to 80 degrees. It is allowing me to see which clothes do not need to go with me to India as they do not "breathe". Different friends are meeting me for dinner as we all process this huge change. Last night someone told me that I could still change my mind if I thought that Tim and Christy would have too difficult of an adjustment with me in India. Another person told me that I could break my contract if I didn't like it over there. That will not be necessary. I have no doubts about what I am doing. Yes, it will be a huge change. Yes, the kids and I will miss each other. Yes, there will be times of grief. Yes, yes, yes. But I believe that the Lord is guiding me along this pathway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that our Lord works many plans, on many levels, and uses them for many people all at once. He is God! God will be doing great things in Tim's and Christy's lives while I am gone. Their faith will grow to depths that they did not know were possible. God will be bringing other people into the lives of my closest friends. God is even providing a good home for Bailey. My home will be sold to someone who will be excited to live there. My car will be useful to a family who has a need for it. God is amazing! He can work it altogether, for each individual, at the perfect time, for many different reasons, all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This verse, this promise is for me as I prepare to go to India and while I am there. This verse, this promise is for Tim while he and Rachel move into a new home. This verse, this promise is for Christy as she completes her education and goes on to her new career. This verse, this promise is for you. He loves us all, hides us, protects us, and guides us. He is personal and He is huge at the same time. He is God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you are my hiding place; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you protect me from trouble.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You surround me with songs of victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Lord says&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;I will guide you along the best pathway for your life. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will advise you and watch over you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Psalm 32:7 - 8  NLT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Where is He leading you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-9147967303847778640?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/9147967303847778640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/06/temperature-in-washington-is-warming.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/9147967303847778640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/9147967303847778640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/06/temperature-in-washington-is-warming.html' title=''/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-7425153944381836519</id><published>2009-05-24T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T10:30:01.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HE Knows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As the time to leave quickly draws closer, I can see the stress on my family and friends.  This weekend I have been blessed to be with Tim and Rachel in Oregon.  The weather is fantastic and the communication has been memorable.  This is a gift from the Lord, for sure.  But, underlying it all has been the awareness that Tim is grieving the loss of time with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I received a text from Ashley, my niece, asking if there was a verse that I turn to when life is overwhelming.  I read it out loud and Tim and I both said, "Jeremiah 29:11." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For I know the plans I have for you," says the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"They are plans for good and not for disaster,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;to give you a future and a hope..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I believe that down to the core of my being.  But, it isn't just about me.  This adventure of mine will touch family and friends too.  And, this verse applies to all of us who are in contact with Him.  That is a comfort to me too as I am concerned about Tim and Christy, Karen, Connie and Kelley, etc, etc, etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my devotions in Psalm 66 reminded me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lives are in His hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and He keeps us from stumbling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You have tested..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You have purified...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But you brought us to a place of great abundance. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;vs 9 - 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-7425153944381836519?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/7425153944381836519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/05/he-knows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/7425153944381836519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/7425153944381836519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/05/he-knows.html' title='HE Knows'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-4287330807824984110</id><published>2009-05-10T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:27:43.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Word of God Speak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/ext/share.php?sid=99450847641&amp;amp;h=tK8cn&amp;amp;u=5alYq&amp;amp;ref=mf" target="_blank"&gt;Word Of God Speak - MercyMe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Source: www.youtube.com&lt;br /&gt;Word Of God Speak by MercyMe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Friday and Saturday we packed up and moved most of my furniture and belongings.  My downstairs is empty of furniture and the upstairs is in piles. As Tim left to go back to Oregon, he gave me a huge hug.  There was a sigh and I began the next phase of leaving:  knowing that I am really going to miss my kids, family, and friends.   It is not the material things or this place that has been my home for nine years.  It is people - relationships.  Tonight I started picturing being all the way across the world, 12 1/2 hours time difference, and not knowing anyone.  I was trying to visualize getting off the plane on July 27 and meeting people that I do not know, getting into the van, going into my new home, and trying to go to sleep knowing that I have left everyone at home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother's Day is always a reflective day for me because Mom has been gone from earth for almost twenty years.  With packing up and going through old photos it hit me differently this year.  Then I got on Facebook and read Ashley's &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(my niece)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; thoughts and listened to/watched Luann's &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(sister-in-law) &lt;/span&gt;posting of Mercy Me's song.  Everything was back in perspective:  the only relationship Who guides me, protects me, and gives me peace will be with me.   I will miss my family tremendously, be without my friends who support me and make me laugh, and leave the familiar behind...but I will be drawn deeper to the Lord.  HE will speak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-4287330807824984110?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/4287330807824984110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/05/word-of-god-speak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/4287330807824984110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/4287330807824984110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/05/word-of-god-speak.html' title='Word of God Speak'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-7834777794737098261</id><published>2009-05-05T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T11:07:57.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Less Than 90 Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;God is so good!  I feel at peace even tho' Bailey's home is now in question, packing is not complete and friends are coming on Friday/Saturday to move items out, and my "To Do" list is getting longer and longer.  Nothing in life depends on me and that gives me comfort.  He makes the plans, gives me strength, nudges others to help, and directs my decisions.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wonder why He is so gracious?  It is His nature.  We are His children and He loves us more than when we have children.  I have been blessed by seeing a new great-great nephew with his parents.  They love and adore him.  The family loves him and they even debate whose turn it is to hold him.  That is how much the Lord loves us - and even much, much more.  His love is unconditional.  In realtity, He wants us to come to Him to ask for guidance and help.  Like Paul says, "...for when I am weak, then I am strong." &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (II Cor 12:10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is going by quickly.  Chennai is warming up.  The flat, classroom, and team have been assigned.  There are many demands on my time.  But, through it all, the Lord is good!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-7834777794737098261?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/7834777794737098261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/05/less-than-90-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/7834777794737098261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/7834777794737098261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/05/less-than-90-days.html' title='Less Than 90 Days'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-1384086169386517201</id><published>2009-04-10T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T05:11:25.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All In His Timing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, what a wonderful God we have!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How great are His riches &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and wisdom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and knowledge!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How impossible it is for us to understand &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His decisions and His methods!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For who can know what Lord is thinking?...&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Romans 11:33 - 34a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my son, Tim and daughter-in-law, Rachel, will sign papers on their first house. What an exciting time for them. Their home will have a yard, a laundry room, several bedrooms, and, plenty of room for their three cats - yes, THREE cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While this has been going on in their lives, I have been trying to find a good home for Bailey, my canine pal of three+ years. Then, he got sick with one of his pancreatitis bouts. A retired couple was contemplating taking him but I could not let them take him if he was going to have episodes that would stain their carpet. So, I prayed for wisdom and had the kids, family members, and several friends pray too. I needed wisdom. That evening, Tim texted and said that he and Rachel had been thinking/praying for a month or so, about taking Bailey. The decision would be decided when they found a house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally shocked and thoroughly excited, when he texted and said, "We will take Bailey!" Wow! I did not need to know God's plan. I was not even aware that Tim and Rachel were contemplating having him join their family. All I knew was that the Lord has been in all of the plans and arrangements about teaching in India. Only ten hours after people specifically prayed about Bailey's health and wisdom for me, my mind was set at ease about my precious pal.  Why should I doubt that He would guide me when I asked? Why should I doubt His understanding of the importance of Bailey's future? Why should I doubt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows best and His timing is always perfect. What a miraculous way for the Lord to show me His wisdom, His provisions, His timing. Every time He reveals His plan to me, I am amazed, excited, grateful, and blessed. What a wonderful, loving, wise God we have!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-1384086169386517201?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/1384086169386517201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-in-his-timing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/1384086169386517201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/1384086169386517201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-in-his-timing.html' title='All In His Timing'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-8052119474062016061</id><published>2009-04-03T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T07:47:26.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave All to Follow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While reading and studying Matthew 4:18 - 22, I realized how often people who love Jesus are asked to follow. Following Him can mean leaving &lt;em&gt;all &lt;/em&gt;behind, like James and John who left their fishing boat AND their father. Or, like Simon (Peter) and Andrew, we leave our jobs and tools to follow Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am in the process of packing and giving Bailey to a retired couple. Emotionally, I have been doing a lot of grieving, which is part of the preparation. This really spoke to me as we don't see their process, just the result of getting up, following, and leaving behind...All four disciples left immediately, apparently without question, and followed Him. Something in the Lord's presence gave them peace and assurance that this was what they were to do. They had no reservations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to India. I know that in this experience the Lord will draw closer to me. I am excited when I look ahead. I realize that there will be grief and a time when I will say, "What did I do?!!" But, His presence drives me to go. His peace is even in the grieving. His plan is always exciting when I obey. So, like Simon and Andrew, like James and John, I will get up, look ahead, and follow our loving, wise Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-8052119474062016061?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/8052119474062016061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/04/leave-all-to-follow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/8052119474062016061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/8052119474062016061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/04/leave-all-to-follow.html' title='Leave All to Follow'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-2776388518567621961</id><published>2009-03-09T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T16:50:55.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Building Blocks</title><content type='html'>I am still focused on how I got to this place in life: moving to India. All of the pieces fit together so beautifully not only in my life but in the lives of those around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My daughter is studying anthropology and teaching English as a second language. She wants to go to another country to teach English. It would be perfect for her!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My son and his wife are thriving at school as well as in their stage of life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My brother's church has many people from India in it and has a great ministry with refugees from all over the world.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My sister's family is growing and growing and growing...another great grandchild on the way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One niece is completing college and wants to take a semester or year abroad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Another niece is becoming a grandmother. Ouch! (Where do the years go?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Two of my nephews have growing families with adorable children.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The church I attend is growing and their ministry is flourishing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everything is ready for me to leave - well, except packing and my home selling. God, in all of His wisdom, has everything and everyone in the right place in life, at the right time. His timing is so perfect. Even a year ago, this would not have been possible...but now, right now, it is the right time. Our lives impact so many people and yet God orchestrates them so that events are the right timing for all of us. Isn't it exciting when we are able to look back and see why we had to go through rough times...and then He shows us! What an awesome God we serve!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-2776388518567621961?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/2776388518567621961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/03/building-blocks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/2776388518567621961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/2776388518567621961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/03/building-blocks.html' title='Building Blocks'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-4860575293581449331</id><published>2009-03-07T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T21:12:07.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ups and Downs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Life never sits still.  It is always going forward no matter what we are doing.  Each event builds on top of another.  My goal was to read/study Matthew during Lent but I am going so slowly that it may take until July to complete it.  But, it isn't a race.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday I was reading about the wisemen seeing the star and Herod's involvement.  Besides the lesson of our actions impacting many, many others, there is the awesome reminder of how God is constantly active in each event in our lives.  "God warned them in a dream..." so that they would not go back and tell Herod where Jesus was.  I stayed focused on how much He leads us, prepares us, and protects each one of us.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Remember Joseph and his trust in God?  "God turned into good what you meant for evil.  He brought me...so I could..."  Then in Romans, "we know that God causes everything to work together for the good..."  And in Psalm 30, "Joy comes in the morning...turned my mourning into joyful dancing..."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wow!  In my life this has been so true!  Who would have thought that with all of my mess ups and poor choices that I'd be going so far from home?  Each event in my life has made me stronger, more dependent on Him, and has turned into good.  God is allowing me to have this fantastic adventure and I know that He has great things in store for me.  All I can say is "Thank-You for allowing me to do this!"  And thank-you to all who are praying.  Thank-You!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-4860575293581449331?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/4860575293581449331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/03/ups-and-downs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/4860575293581449331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/4860575293581449331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/03/ups-and-downs.html' title='Ups and Downs'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-7086506304025518185</id><published>2009-02-25T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T03:30:38.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Focusing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This exciting move to India and the condition of my home (sorting and packing) can make the day to day tasks get pushed aside. Teaching is such a passion and the class I have right now is every teacher's dream class. Everyday for every student is so valuable that I need to focus before school, during school, and after school. Routines are difficult for me so keeping everything to a time schedule as far as going home is next to impossible. Yet, to be able to accomplish all that is laid out for me at school, and in my preparations for India, I &lt;em&gt;must &lt;/em&gt;use every minute wisely...and here I am at home, sick...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then I step back and look at every trimester when assessments are finished and report cards have been completed and I see the Lord's hand right there with me. It was as tho' time stopped, words flowed, and it all was completed on time. He has always been faithful and it will be no different now. As Paul states in Philippians 4:6 - 8: &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Don’t worry about anything&lt;/strong&gt;; instead, &lt;strong&gt;pray&lt;/strong&gt; about everything. &lt;strong&gt;Tell God what you need&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;thank Him&lt;/strong&gt; for all He has done. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then&lt;/em&gt; you will experience God’s peace&lt;/strong&gt;, which exceeds anything we can understand. &lt;strong&gt;His peace will guard your hearts and minds&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;as you live in Christ Jesus&lt;/em&gt;. And now, dear brothers and sisters, one final thing. &lt;em&gt;Fix your thoughts&lt;/em&gt; on what is &lt;strong&gt;true&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;honorable&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;right&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;pure&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;lovely&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;admirable&lt;/strong&gt;. Think about things that are &lt;strong&gt;excellent&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;worthy of praise&lt;/strong&gt;." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yes! Focus!!! "But Lord, I need to..."  I will fix my thoughts on what is true: don't worry, pray, and tell God what I need. His peace will guard my heart and mind. Yes, now I will sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-7086506304025518185?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/7086506304025518185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/02/focusing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/7086506304025518185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/7086506304025518185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/02/focusing.html' title='Focusing'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089947526873755063.post-6650367610106063670</id><published>2009-02-23T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T22:24:50.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As sixty years of age approaches, with little or nothing saved for retirement, I began listening carefully as others shared about their financial investments. Nine months ago a teacher was sharing how two friends of hers were going to teach in Europe. They were going to teach in an international school, the school would pay their rent, and the potential to save would be tremendous. I started investigating international schools and organizations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After researching, I found an organization who checks out many of the schools. After getting a passport, writing two essays, getting written recommendations, gathering transcripts, my file was placed where international schools could access the information. My first self-test: I took a train to Wisconsin so that I could see if traveling alone would be comfortable. I thoroughly enjoyed it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My next step was to pray about the location where I could be a benefit to people and a church in the area as well as meet the needs of a first grade class. &lt;/span&gt;At first I thought that I'd end up in Germany or The Netherlands because they generally think of religion as an institution rather than a relationship. But, God had a different plan. The Head of School in India contacted me. We emailed back and forth, talked on the phone, and met at a convention in San Francisco, CA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At this point in my adventure, it is exciting, overwhelming, fantastic and full of a lot of little details. I can already see God's hand in this and that makes me curious as to what is instore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089947526873755063-6650367610106063670?l=kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/6650367610106063670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/02/beginning.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/6650367610106063670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089947526873755063/posts/default/6650367610106063670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathysindiaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/02/beginning.html' title='The Beginning'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08391042891267273027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
