<?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-6756700084625536976</id><updated>2012-01-12T09:16:11.386-08:00</updated><category term='what makes'/><category term='He chose you'/><title type='text'>At Home with Priscilla</title><subtitle type='html'>Better than gold is a peaceful home
where all the fireside characters come, The shrine of love, the heaven of life, hallowed by a mother.
However humble the home may be,
Or tried with sorrow by heaven's decree, the blessings that never were bought or sold, and center there, are better than gold. [Abram Joseph Ryan]</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756700084625536976.post-8489624089581707346</id><published>2010-07-04T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T15:31:39.483-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='He chose you'/><title type='text'>Every success has its own story</title><content type='html'>Dreamers are people who have higher goals and aspirations. Every dream starts from scratch; it always entails a thousand miles journey through the years. It demands patience and endurance. No matter what is ahead; nothing can stop a dreamer from dreaming some more. They say it is unhealthy to start day dreaming; but when we start day dreaming with a great aspiration and spend much effort to make that dream come true, I would say , it is normal as long as we do not hurt anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayers are basic to those who aspire for greatness. No human effort can give us the drive to pursue except one that comes from our core energy- one that comes from the recesses of the heart. The drive or the force can allow the adrenaline to work double time. In dreaming, we put our mind set on a goal and we aspire for something that can appraise our self-esteem. Despite difficulties or trials, only the dreamers endure to the end because there is an inner drive that focuses a dreamer to his goal. What we dream is who we become. Why not, instead aim for bigger goals rather than the ordinary ones. If we fail, we have at least reach a portion of our higher goal. There is nothing to worry about. This world is created freely for all dreamers to dream impossible dreams. This makes this world a better place to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any person who succeeds has his own story to tell. We do not succeed alone. There are always people who make a difference in our lives as we journey to the path of success. Just as there are people who inspire, there are a lot of people who discourage us from pursuing our goals. However, the choice is ours alone and no one else's. If there are people who have not succeeded is because they listen to what people say, not the inner voice of self that demands determination. Regret comes after a long journey of discouragement. A dreamer never says no to difficulties and never allow trials to hinder his path. Instead, He takes hold of his map and continue amidst adversities and trials. Dreamers many times fail but stand up again and continue the journey. We never say, I give up! We endure and we know how to take numerous risks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how I learn to endure life's adversities. Prayer has always guided me through the highways and rough times. what is most important now is: I have fought a good fight; I endured those long trying years. These remaining years I thank the Lord for allowing me to pass the rough times of growing up. Growing up means finding a personal God who keeps me on the right track and reminds me to stay focus to a  direction God has instilled within me through the years. I remain grateful for those trying times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success is not what you have achieved in life, but it is the spirit of happiness that results from the journey of a lifetime. Today, we enjoy the fruits of our labor and we realize that God has always been with us through the years of labor and pain. God continues His creation within a dreamer's heart. A dreamer continues to make a big differnce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756700084625536976-8489624089581707346?l=athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8489624089581707346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756700084625536976&amp;postID=8489624089581707346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/8489624089581707346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/8489624089581707346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/2010/07/every-success-has-its-own-story.html' title='Every success has its own story'/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756700084625536976.post-4261303439957446341</id><published>2009-07-11T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T07:14:12.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mother and My Conscience</title><content type='html'>There is only one thing in my life I can't ever do,&lt;br /&gt;that is, to hurt my mom's feelings. I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had witnessed her sacrifices and her sleepless nights&lt;br /&gt;as I was growing up. Her image of self-giving was pretty&lt;br /&gt;obvious, as common as her existence. Her purpose of living&lt;br /&gt;seemed to be engraved within the recesses of her heart -&lt;br /&gt;to raise good children, with firm faith and devotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day was a constant reminder of her witnessing,&lt;br /&gt;to live a life was a sense of sacrifice for the sake of her own family.&lt;br /&gt;Although she didn't say the word but her actions spoke firmly&lt;br /&gt;like thunder that penetrated the core of a child's conscience.&lt;br /&gt;I could not stand to see her sacrifice some more with my own&lt;br /&gt;childhood &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;delinquencies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or allowed her to grieve for my mischiefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sentiment became a conscience formed through my growing&lt;br /&gt;years; as rule of conduct to help me be the person I could be&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best to avoid bad influences and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mischiefs&lt;/span&gt; to appease&lt;br /&gt;the heart of a mom who put her entire life in great sacrifice to raise&lt;br /&gt;a family with sincerity. She wasn't present at all times but&lt;br /&gt;she remained hidden within as a guiding lamp to allow us to think&lt;br /&gt;twice when decisions were badly needed.&lt;br /&gt;She lived forever within us despite her absence.&lt;br /&gt;Her examples were shields and armours in times of trials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom passed away in her early years.&lt;br /&gt;I was young then and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew how to live and how to survive.&lt;br /&gt;Her lifetime sacrifices remained&lt;br /&gt;imprinted in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;That mattered so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I say today,&lt;br /&gt;She was the reason behind who I turned out to be&lt;br /&gt;And she was with me to endure those trying times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756700084625536976-4261303439957446341?l=athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4261303439957446341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756700084625536976&amp;postID=4261303439957446341' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/4261303439957446341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/4261303439957446341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-mother-and-my-conscience.html' title='My Mother and My Conscience'/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756700084625536976.post-6348969700529786233</id><published>2009-02-01T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T07:00:42.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The Power of the Word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the beginning was the Word&lt;br /&gt;The Word was with God and&lt;br /&gt;The Word was God&lt;/em&gt; (Jn 1:1).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We become who we are as foretold by persons who simply uttered the words; those precious words that helped open the pandora box of a life's destiny.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we are attentive today and we try to ponder what we have become at this moment,&lt;br /&gt;We can never deny the fact that we have become who we are because of the Word deeply&lt;br /&gt;expressed by someone who wants us to succeed in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Word was a mantra. We say the Word and its power like a magnet can work wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I cannot imagine the numerous changes that have taken place in my life .&lt;br /&gt;I am not talking about physical changes, but the whole scenario of living. It is like a dream&lt;br /&gt;to see the many changes and here I am, the same person who has been a recipient of the magic and the power of the Word uttered by persons dear to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was seven years old when I was hit by a car while crossing the street. I survived the accident but my left ankle was partly damaged that I had to walk with crutches for the next three months. I stopped going to school because I needed to recover from the said accident. I did not know what hope was all about. Much more, I did not even know if I had another chance to walk in a normal way again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was pounding heavens with her prayers. She believed in Miracles and believed that she could witness it. My mom was making compromises with God - Whatever it was, I would never know. It was between God and Her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were times I uttered words that could have dismayed my mom. I simply said that I thought I would not continue to go to School because I would be walking with crutches, like a cripple and children would be laughing behind my back. My mom kept her Words within her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the time an elderly lady said with emphatic words that I would be the luckiest child in the family. She was talking to my hopeful dad. She said that someday her words would be true. I listened with intent ears and I believed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three months later, I learned to walk again. Learning to walk took a miracle, one step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mantra of the Words, uttered and thought within the hearts of people who cared, took its effects in that first step. Finally, the journey of life mattered so much that day. It was the first step that was the hardest. The rest of the steps made all the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has become of me after that first step? I am shy to say. All that matters now is one big difference. I can walk again. Since then, I have walked in a normal way, like any other person with hopes and aspirations. Many years had gone by and yet the experience remains fresh and vivid in my mind. Counting those years, I have walked millions of miles around the globe and I have seen so many historical events in my lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believed that God intended to put special people to utter those precious Words in a right time and on a right place. With God on our side, miracles can take place because He supplies the Word to say. I thank God and I thank everyone who have been instrumental to forecast the word. And that makes the Miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is power in the Word. Its mantra lingers forever&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;[Franz]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756700084625536976-6348969700529786233?l=athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6348969700529786233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756700084625536976&amp;postID=6348969700529786233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/6348969700529786233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/6348969700529786233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/2009/02/power-of-word-in-beginning-was-word.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756700084625536976.post-5988815345494066089</id><published>2009-01-29T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T08:52:20.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waking Up Early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;An early bird catches the worm first. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time and again, I often wonder why waking up early is inherent&lt;br /&gt;to my nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At exactly 6 am, every morning, I am wide awake regardless&lt;br /&gt;whether I sleep early or later. I wonder because even if I wish&lt;br /&gt;to extend my sleep I cannot. The innate clock tells its toll.&lt;br /&gt;I am set for the day and ready to face what lies ahead.&lt;br /&gt;There is no leisure time for a lazy bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember with vivid memory: As a child, I was always forced&lt;br /&gt;to wake up as early as 5:30 am to do some chores at home.&lt;br /&gt;My father would never tolerate any of his children to stay longer&lt;br /&gt;on bed before the sun rose. I always retaliated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were times that I cried and complained. Nothing was heard&lt;br /&gt;except that I had to wake up early and did the chores I was assigned&lt;br /&gt;to do even if it was contrary to my intended schedule. The rest of&lt;br /&gt;the siblings had their own responsibilities to fulfill and I believed&lt;br /&gt;they, too, had the same sentiments as I had. However, with heavy&lt;br /&gt;hearts, we were compelled to accomplish whatever responsibilities&lt;br /&gt;assigned to us in order to make mom and dad happy. I never knew&lt;br /&gt;if they were pleased at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a family, we had accomplished so much in a whole day.&lt;br /&gt;My mom would always attest that she would not have any problems&lt;br /&gt;with washing and ironing clothes, nor with cooking and setting table&lt;br /&gt;for lunch or dinner, nor with many other chores to be done at home&lt;br /&gt;as many mothers would complain. All the siblings were the working&lt;br /&gt;force of the house. Household help was not needed at all. Everything&lt;br /&gt;was done by the children. We were always together doing endless&lt;br /&gt;chores at home. Beyond any doubt, we were always proud of our&lt;br /&gt;daily accomplishments. We had so much fun and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite the presence of some hardships and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;innuendos&lt;/span&gt; of retaliations&lt;br /&gt;or complaints. We had had a whole family, working together.&lt;br /&gt;Having many children was a treasure as my father would&lt;br /&gt;always brag to his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never realized its value until many years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people may call it, &lt;em&gt;child-labor&lt;/em&gt; or others may mention,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;abuse of parental &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;authority&lt;/em&gt;, but I would say those years were&lt;br /&gt;precious moments of bonding and formation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young siblings were trained to face the future, even if sometimes&lt;br /&gt;the road ahead could be rough and tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I often wonder how come I have a high capacity for&lt;br /&gt;tolerance. I looked back and I realized that I had a good training&lt;br /&gt;here. Right now, I feel very grateful and am very fortunate.&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, I would have been a different person.&lt;br /&gt;I have the capacity to work hard and the vital energy to cope up&lt;br /&gt;with any situation. Where did I get them? I just wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscing back, I say today, thanks to those years of waking up&lt;br /&gt;early and trying to find the food first as an early bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here is a whole lifetime ahead. Beyond doubt, I say I am ready.&lt;br /&gt;I can say this, time and again, I have been taught to look beyond life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day starts with &lt;em&gt;waking up early&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;facing the sun ahead&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did the early bird really capture worm first?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I presume, the older mother bird retains the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[F. P. Tam]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756700084625536976-5988815345494066089?l=athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5988815345494066089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756700084625536976&amp;postID=5988815345494066089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/5988815345494066089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/5988815345494066089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/2009/01/waking-up-early-early-birds-get-food.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756700084625536976.post-6070938275588485269</id><published>2009-01-10T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T07:36:50.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;DAILY ACCEPTANCE PRAYER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accept myself completely.&lt;br /&gt;I accept my strengths and my weaknesses,&lt;br /&gt;my gifts and my shortcomings,&lt;br /&gt;my good points and my faults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accept myself completely as a human being.&lt;br /&gt;I accept that I am here to learn and grow, and&lt;br /&gt;I accept that I am learning and growing.&lt;br /&gt;I accept the personality I've developed, and&lt;br /&gt;I accept my power to heal and change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accept myself without condition or reservation.&lt;br /&gt;I accept that the core of my being is goodness and&lt;br /&gt;that my essence is love, and&lt;br /&gt;I accept that I sometimes forget that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accept myself completely, and in this acceptance&lt;br /&gt;I find an ever-deepening inner strength.&lt;br /&gt;From this place of strength, I accept my life fully and&lt;br /&gt;I open to the lessons it offers me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accept that within my mind are both fear and love, and&lt;br /&gt;I accept my power to choose which I will experience as real.&lt;br /&gt;I recognize that I experience only the results of my own choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accept the times that I choose fear&lt;br /&gt;as part of my learning and healing process, and&lt;br /&gt;I accept that I have the potential and power&lt;br /&gt;in any moment to choose love instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accept mistakes as a part of growth,&lt;br /&gt;so I am always willing to forgive myself and&lt;br /&gt;give myself another chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accept that my life is the expression of my thought, and&lt;br /&gt;I commit myself to aligning my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;more and more each day with the Thought of Love.&lt;br /&gt;I accept that I am an expression of this Love.&lt;br /&gt;Love's hands and voice and heart on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accept my own life as a blessing and a gift.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is open to receive, and I am deeply grateful.&lt;br /&gt;May I always share the gifts that I receive&lt;br /&gt;fully, freely, and with joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Unknown)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756700084625536976-6070938275588485269?l=athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756700084625536976.post-6754835754681692507</id><published>2008-11-22T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T12:15:30.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Coat, God</title><content type='html'>I have a new coat, it was designed by God and given to me by Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;All I had to do to receive this coat was to believe in God's only Son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it fits me perfectly unless I allow myself to become puffed up with foolish pride,&lt;br /&gt;then it's too tight. If I walk with my head high, trying to be above those about, then it is too short. But if I walk humbly as I should before God, it fits me just right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is the coat made?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shoulders are wide and roomy so that I can help my fellow man carry his burdens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The collar is made of God's mercy, yes, the mercy of God's promises.&lt;br /&gt;First that I may become his child and second, that I will one day dwell with Him in that home prepared for His saints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cuffs are narrow, so that there is no room to tuck away grievance and hard feelings toward my neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pockets are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;oversized&lt;/span&gt;, One is for the love of God; the other is to hold my love for my fellowman and all humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are three buttons on my coat, which stands for faith, hope and charity. I check on them often so that none becomes loose or lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lining is made of God's forgiveness, which I need so often that I want it next to me at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The belt is made of God's love that encircles me everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The material is thick enough to protect me when the storms of life come my way, but not too thick that I will not be able to feel the presence of the Holy Spirit who guides me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many threads in my new coat, but not one thread of doubt that God's promises are true,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wonder about the color of my coat? Why, it's the color of Jesus' eyes that must sparkle when a lost soul accepts Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will need my coat all through life. When I travel through the valley of death and when I view the future, I will always wear my new coat.&lt;br /&gt;(Author Unknown)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756700084625536976-6754835754681692507?l=athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6754835754681692507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756700084625536976&amp;postID=6754835754681692507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/6754835754681692507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/6754835754681692507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-new-coat-god.html' title='My New Coat, God'/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756700084625536976.post-1225952097541901174</id><published>2008-11-22T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T12:09:54.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAISING CHILDREN</title><content type='html'>If children live with criticism,&lt;br /&gt;They learn to condemn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If children live with hostility,&lt;br /&gt;They learn to fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If children live with ridicule,&lt;br /&gt;They learn to be shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If children live with shame,&lt;br /&gt;They learn to feel guilty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If children live with tolerance,&lt;br /&gt;They learn to be patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If children live with encouragement,&lt;br /&gt;They learn confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If children live with praise,&lt;br /&gt;They learn to appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If children live with fairness,&lt;br /&gt;They learn justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If children live with security,&lt;br /&gt;They learn to have faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If children live with approval,&lt;br /&gt;They learn to like themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If children live with acceptance and friendship,&lt;br /&gt;They learn to find love in the world.&lt;br /&gt;[Anonymous]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756700084625536976-1225952097541901174?l=athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756700084625536976.post-1636135533291626013</id><published>2008-10-09T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T06:39:03.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Letting Go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To let go doesn't mean to stop caring;&lt;br /&gt;It means I can't do it for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;To let go is not to cut myself off...&lt;br /&gt;It's the realization that&lt;br /&gt;I can't control another...&lt;br /&gt;To let go is not to enable,&lt;br /&gt;but to allow learning from natural consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To let go is to admit powerlessness,&lt;br /&gt;which means the outcome is not in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;To let go is not to try and change or blame another,&lt;br /&gt;I can only change myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To let go is not to care for, but to care about.&lt;br /&gt;To let go is not to fix, but to be supportive.&lt;br /&gt;To let go is not to judge,but to allow another to be a human being.&lt;br /&gt;To let go is not to be in the middle arranging all the outcomes,&lt;br /&gt;but to allow others to affect their own outcomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To let go is not to be protective,&lt;br /&gt;It is to permit another to face reality.&lt;br /&gt;To let go is not to deny, but to accept.&lt;br /&gt;To let go is not to nag, scold, or argue,&lt;br /&gt;but to search out my own shortcomings and correct them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To let go is not to adjust everything to my desires,&lt;br /&gt;but to take each day as it comes and cherish the moment.&lt;br /&gt;To let go is not to criticize and regulate anyone,&lt;br /&gt;but to try to become what I dream I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To let go is not to regret the past,&lt;br /&gt;but to grow and live for the future.&lt;br /&gt;To let go is to fear less and love more.&lt;br /&gt;[Unknown]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756700084625536976-1636135533291626013?l=athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1636135533291626013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756700084625536976&amp;postID=1636135533291626013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/1636135533291626013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/1636135533291626013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/2008/10/letting-go-to-let-go-doesnt-mean-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756700084625536976.post-3453447019220832803</id><published>2008-09-28T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T05:12:55.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THE 7-UPS&lt;br /&gt;(Encourage Yourself in the Lord)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. WAKE UP!!&lt;br /&gt;Decide to have a good day.&lt;br /&gt;"Today is the day the Lord hath made;&lt;br /&gt;let us rejoice and be glad in it"&lt;br /&gt;Psalms 118:24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. DRESS UP!!&lt;br /&gt;The best way to dress up is to put on a smile.&lt;br /&gt;A smile is an inexpensive way to improve your looks.&lt;br /&gt;"The Lord does not look at the things man looks at.&lt;br /&gt;Man looks at outward appearance;&lt;br /&gt;but the Lord looks at the heart"&lt;br /&gt;I Sam 16:7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. SHUT UP!!&lt;br /&gt;Say nice things and learn to listen.&lt;br /&gt;God gave us two ears and one mouth,&lt;br /&gt;so He must have meant for us to do twice&lt;br /&gt;as much listening as talking.&lt;br /&gt;"He who guards his lips guards his soul"&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 13:3.&lt;br /&gt;"Gossip betrays confidence.&lt;br /&gt;Avoid men who talk too much"&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 20:19&lt;br /&gt;"Listen to advice, accept instruction and&lt;br /&gt;in the end, you will be wise"&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 19:20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. STAND UP!!&lt;br /&gt;...For what you believe in. Stand for something&lt;br /&gt;or you will fall for anything.&lt;br /&gt;"Let us not be weary in doing good;&lt;br /&gt;for at the proper time, we will reap a harvest&lt;br /&gt;if we do not give up. Therefore, as we have&lt;br /&gt;opportunity, let us do good..."&lt;br /&gt;Galatians 6:9-10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. LOOK UP!!&lt;br /&gt;...To the Lord. "I can do everything through&lt;br /&gt;Christ who strengthens me".&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 4:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. REACH UP!!&lt;br /&gt;...For something higher.&lt;br /&gt;"Trust in the Lord with&lt;br /&gt;all your heart, and lean not unto your own&lt;br /&gt;understanding. In all your ways, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;acknowledge Him&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;and He will direct your path".&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 3:5-6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. LIFT UP!!&lt;br /&gt;...Your Prayers. "Do not worry about anything;&lt;br /&gt;instead PRAY ABOUT EVERYTHING"&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 4:6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: &lt;a href="http://catholicfriends.multiply.com/tag/be%20calm" rel="tag"&gt;be calm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756700084625536976-3453447019220832803?l=athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3453447019220832803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756700084625536976&amp;postID=3453447019220832803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/3453447019220832803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/3453447019220832803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/2008/09/7-ups-encourage-yourself-in-lord-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756700084625536976.post-1806309576185142268</id><published>2008-09-12T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T07:04:19.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Think Big&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Walter D. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wintle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think you are beaten, you are.&lt;br /&gt;If you think you dare not, you won’t.&lt;br /&gt;If you like to win, but don’t think you can,&lt;br /&gt;It’s almost a cinch that you won’t.&lt;br /&gt;If you think you’ll lose, you’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; lost,&lt;br /&gt;For out in the world you’ll find&lt;br /&gt;Success begins with a person’s will;&lt;br /&gt;It’s all in the state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many a game is lost&lt;br /&gt;Before even a step is run&lt;br /&gt;And many a coward fails&lt;br /&gt;Before his work is begun.&lt;br /&gt;Think big and your deed will grow;&lt;br /&gt;Think small and you will fall behind.&lt;br /&gt;Think that you can and you will;&lt;br /&gt;It’s all in the state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;If you think that you are out-classed, you are;&lt;br /&gt;You’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; got to think high to rise.&lt;br /&gt;You’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; got to be sure of yourself&lt;br /&gt;Before you can win the prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life’s battles don't always go&lt;br /&gt;To the strongest or fastest man&lt;br /&gt;But sooner or later the person who wins&lt;br /&gt;Is the person who thinks she can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756700084625536976-1806309576185142268?l=athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1806309576185142268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756700084625536976&amp;postID=1806309576185142268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/1806309576185142268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/1806309576185142268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/2008/09/think-big-walter-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756700084625536976.post-952034013219697847</id><published>2008-08-31T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T10:35:36.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Million Dollar Question&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do bad things happen to good people?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many tragic stories raise a vexing question&lt;br /&gt;which we rarely find answers: why does God&lt;br /&gt;let misfortune wreck the lives of so many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;good people&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;why does he let suffering bring tears to&lt;br /&gt;the eyes of so many fine individuals? The reasons&lt;br /&gt;indeed are mysterious and only fools can define&lt;br /&gt;the reasons which the wise may not.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus gives us a hint: &lt;em&gt;Whoever loses his life for my sake &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;will find it&lt;/em&gt;. Whoever accepts suffering&lt;br /&gt;and misfortune for His sake will find a whole new life,&lt;br /&gt;a far richer and meaningful life. God can use tragedy&lt;br /&gt;and misfortune to guide us into a newer and better lives.&lt;br /&gt;Today, whatever situations we are in - financial difficulties,&lt;br /&gt;family problems and personal tragedy - we pick up our&lt;br /&gt;cross and follow Jesus. He can mend our broken dreams&lt;br /&gt;and lead us into a renewed appreciation of life that we&lt;br /&gt;never dream possible. We trust in His assurance: whoever&lt;br /&gt;loses his life for my sake will find it. We may never&lt;br /&gt;understand the mystery of misfortune in this life but&lt;br /&gt;certainly we will in the later years of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old Poem: &lt;strong&gt;"The Folded Page"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up in the attic of an old house, as raindrops pattered&lt;br /&gt;on the roof, I sat paging through my old schoolbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to a page that was folded down. Across it was&lt;br /&gt;written in my childish hand: &lt;em&gt;"The teacher says we should&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;l&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;eave this for now. It's hard to understand."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I unfolded the page and read it. Then I smiled and&lt;br /&gt;nodded my head and said: "&lt;em&gt;The teacher was right; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;now I understand."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many pages in the book of life that are&lt;br /&gt;hard to understand. All we can do is fold them down&lt;br /&gt;and write: "&lt;em&gt;The Master says to leave this for now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's hard to understand&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, someday, somehow, in heaven,&lt;br /&gt;we 'll unfold the pages , reread them and say,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;The Master was right; now I understand&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;[Unknown]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crosses can turn out to be blessings in disguise&lt;br /&gt;if we then understand. It really takes awhile.&lt;br /&gt;If we pick up the cross and follow in the footsteps&lt;br /&gt;of Jesus, our cross can become a blessing and&lt;br /&gt;a stepping stone to greater things. Our cross can&lt;br /&gt;serve as an agent of life - our fullness of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The consolation of Jesus can be summarized&lt;br /&gt;in this poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I asked for health, that I might do greater things;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was given infirmity, that I might do better things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I asked for riches, that I might be happy;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was given poverty, that I might be wise.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I asked for power, that I might have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;praise of&lt;/span&gt; men; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was given weakness, that I might &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;feel the&lt;/span&gt; need of God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I asked for all things, that I might enjoy life;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was given life, that I might enjoy all things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got nothing I asked for, but everything I hoped for.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Almost despite myself, my unspoken prayers &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;were answered. I am among all men most richly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;blessed.&lt;/em&gt; [Unknown]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756700084625536976-952034013219697847?l=athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/952034013219697847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756700084625536976&amp;postID=952034013219697847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/952034013219697847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/952034013219697847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/2008/08/million-dollar-question-why-do-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756700084625536976.post-2031604094463078162</id><published>2008-08-29T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T08:05:00.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today's joy was born of yesterday's sorrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who said the "darkness of the night"&lt;br /&gt;Would never turn to day ...&lt;br /&gt;Who said the "winter's bleakness"&lt;br /&gt;Would never pass away ...&lt;br /&gt;Who said the fog would never lift&lt;br /&gt;And let the sunshine through ...&lt;br /&gt;Who said the skies now overcast&lt;br /&gt;Would nevermore be blue ...&lt;br /&gt;Why should we ever entertain&lt;br /&gt;These thoughts so dark and grim&lt;br /&gt;And let the brightness of our mind&lt;br /&gt;Grow cynical and dim ...&lt;br /&gt;When we know beyond all questioning&lt;br /&gt;That winter turns to spring ...&lt;br /&gt;And on the notes of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;New songs are made to sing ...&lt;br /&gt;For no one sheds a teardrop&lt;br /&gt;Or suffers loss in vain,&lt;br /&gt;For God is always there to turn&lt;br /&gt;Our losses into gain.&lt;br /&gt;And every burden born TODAY&lt;br /&gt;And every present sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Are but God's happy harbingers&lt;br /&gt;Of a joyous, bright TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;[Helen Steiner Rice]~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756700084625536976-2031604094463078162?l=athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2031604094463078162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756700084625536976&amp;postID=2031604094463078162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/2031604094463078162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/2031604094463078162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/2008/08/todays-joy-was-born-of-yesterdays.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756700084625536976.post-8261112705110993317</id><published>2008-08-29T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T11:22:10.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On Eagle's Wings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You who dwell...(On eagles wings)&lt;br /&gt;who abide in His shadow for life,&lt;br /&gt;say to the Lord: 'My refuge,&lt;br /&gt;my God in whom I trust!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And He will raise you up on eagles' wings,&lt;br /&gt;bear you on the breath of dawn,&lt;br /&gt;make you to shine like the sun,&lt;br /&gt;and hold you in the palm of His hand.&lt;br /&gt;The snare of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fowler&lt;/span&gt; will never capture you,&lt;br /&gt;and famine will bring you no fear:&lt;br /&gt;under His wings your refuge,&lt;br /&gt;His faithfulness your shield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And He will raise you up on eagles' wings,&lt;br /&gt;bear you on the breath of dawn,&lt;br /&gt;make you to shine like the sun,&lt;br /&gt;and hold you in the palm of His hand.&lt;br /&gt;You need not fear the terror of the night,&lt;br /&gt;nor the arrow that flies by day;&lt;br /&gt;though thousands fall about you,&lt;br /&gt;near you it shall not come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And He will raise you up on eagles' wings,&lt;br /&gt;bear you on the breath of dawn,&lt;br /&gt;make you to shine like the sun,&lt;br /&gt;and hold you in the palm of His hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For to His angels He's given a command&lt;br /&gt;to guard you in all of your ways&lt;br /&gt;upon their hands they will bear you up,&lt;br /&gt;lest you dash your foot against a stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And He will raise you up on eagles' wings,&lt;br /&gt;bear you on the breath of dawn,&lt;br /&gt;make you to shine like the sun,&lt;br /&gt;and hold you in the palm of His hand.&lt;br /&gt;[Author Unknown]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756700084625536976-8261112705110993317?l=athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8261112705110993317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756700084625536976&amp;postID=8261112705110993317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God Knows&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are tired and discouraged from fruitless efforts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God knows how hard you have tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;When you've cried so long and your heart is in anguish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God has counted your tears.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel that your life is on hold and time has passed you by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God is waiting with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're lonely and your friends are too busy&lt;br /&gt;even for a phone call...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God is by your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;When you think you've tried everything&lt;br /&gt;and don't know where to turn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God has a solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;When nothing makes sense and you are confused or frustrated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God has the answer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If suddenly your outlook is brighter and you find traces of hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God has whispered to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;When things are going well and you have much to be thankful for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God has blessed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;When something joyful happens and you are filled with awe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God has smiled upon you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;When you have a purpose to fulfill and a dream to follow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God has opened your eyes and called you by name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Remember that wherever you are or&lt;br /&gt;whatever you are facing...&lt;em&gt;GOD KNOWS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756700084625536976-611343762735517699?l=athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/611343762735517699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756700084625536976&amp;postID=611343762735517699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/611343762735517699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/611343762735517699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-source-of-encouragement-sometimes-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756700084625536976.post-7581587901470483074</id><published>2008-08-29T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T10:44:55.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IN THIS LIFE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mike Hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In This Life,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll have days of bright and blue&lt;br /&gt;with good friends and laughter....&lt;br /&gt;enough to see you through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In This Life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;There will be misery and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doubt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt; you scratch your head at....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; just can't figure out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In This Life,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll have dreams that reach the sky&lt;br /&gt;and passion to move you....&lt;br /&gt;until the day you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In This Life,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be days of pain and loss&lt;br /&gt;and times when your only comfort is&lt;br /&gt;The Man upon The Cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In This Life,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll imagine what could &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; think the world is yours for all eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In This Life,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are trials you must face&lt;br /&gt;and days when the world leaves you lost without a trace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In This Life,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are called to help the poor&lt;br /&gt;to leave the cushy comfort that rests behind our door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In This Life,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ll be astounded at how quickly years go by&lt;br /&gt;and look back at memories that often make you cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In This Life,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll taste both victory and defeat&lt;br /&gt;and make mistakes that wisdom won't allow you to repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In This Life,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll find answers to the questions you hold dear&lt;br /&gt;and live for Him who'll take away your worries and your fear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756700084625536976-7581587901470483074?l=athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7581587901470483074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756700084625536976&amp;postID=7581587901470483074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/7581587901470483074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/7581587901470483074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-this-life-mike-hall-in-this-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756700084625536976.post-6704923415650884186</id><published>2008-08-28T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T21:29:42.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Family Quotes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's one sad truth in life I've found, &lt;br /&gt;While journeying east and west&lt;br /&gt;The only folks we really wound, &lt;br /&gt;Are those we love the best.&lt;br /&gt;We flatter those we scarcely know,&lt;br /&gt;We please the fleeting guest,&lt;br /&gt;And deal full many a thoughtless blow,&lt;br /&gt;To those who love us best." &lt;br /&gt;[Ella Wheeler Wilcox]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The happiest moments of my life&lt;br /&gt;have been the few which I have passed&lt;br /&gt;at home in the bosom of my family." &lt;br /&gt;[ Thomas Jefferson]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A father may turn his back on his child,&lt;br /&gt;brothers and sisters may become&lt;br /&gt;inveterate enemies, husbands may desert&lt;br /&gt;their wives, wives their husbands. &lt;br /&gt;But a mother's love endures through all"&lt;br /&gt;[Washington Irving]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756700084625536976-6704923415650884186?l=athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6704923415650884186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756700084625536976&amp;postID=6704923415650884186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/6704923415650884186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/6704923415650884186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/2008/08/family-quotes-theres-one-sad-truth-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756700084625536976.post-4591262904710000</id><published>2008-08-28T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T21:22:06.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Eternal Family Circle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Melissa D. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nocito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a ring like a circle&lt;br /&gt;Our family, nothing could break&lt;br /&gt;We had no Idea it was you&lt;br /&gt;That God had on his list "next to take"&lt;br /&gt;A faith in God you kept so strong&lt;br /&gt;All throughout the years&lt;br /&gt;As others watched you, their example&lt;br /&gt;To their unfaithful eyes came tears.&lt;br /&gt;Never once complaining&lt;br /&gt;Never saying "oh God, why me?"&lt;br /&gt;Taking in all the pain&lt;br /&gt;That no one else could see.&lt;br /&gt;With a headache we will whimper&lt;br /&gt;With a toothache one will cry&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what happened to you&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember even hearing a sigh.&lt;br /&gt;You coughing at night reassured me&lt;br /&gt;That you were feeling "OK".&lt;br /&gt;It let me know that you were here&lt;br /&gt;And I'd see you the next day.&lt;br /&gt;You never questioned God&lt;br /&gt;You simply accepted his rules&lt;br /&gt;And no matter how helpless someone seemed&lt;br /&gt;You never dared to call people fools.&lt;br /&gt;You were like my earthly angel&lt;br /&gt;Watching over me silently&lt;br /&gt;And no matter what we did&lt;br /&gt;You always loved your family.&lt;br /&gt;Even though your not here now&lt;br /&gt;We keep you in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;We know we'll see you in heaven&lt;br /&gt;When it's our turn to depart.&lt;br /&gt;Walking the white staircase&lt;br /&gt;Through the pearly gates&lt;br /&gt;You can hear the angels singing&lt;br /&gt;A big bright smile is on your face.&lt;br /&gt;Someday we can join you&lt;br /&gt;And our circle will remain&lt;br /&gt;But till we get to heaven&lt;br /&gt;Our memories will help the pain.&lt;br /&gt;You'll never be forgotten&lt;br /&gt;We certainly will miss you&lt;br /&gt;We know that you loved us&lt;br /&gt;And you knew that we loved you.&lt;br /&gt;A circle can't be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;broken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt; goes on eternally.&lt;br /&gt;And although we no longer see you&lt;br /&gt;You're still part of this family.&lt;br /&gt;And as much as we all love living,&lt;br /&gt;And remembering you in our own way&lt;br /&gt;We can't wait for God to come get us&lt;br /&gt;So we can see you again someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756700084625536976-4591262904710000?l=athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4591262904710000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756700084625536976&amp;postID=4591262904710000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/4591262904710000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/4591262904710000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/2008/08/eternal-family-circle-melissa-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756700084625536976.post-5090887908049940837</id><published>2008-08-27T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T14:43:11.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE HOUSE YOU ARE BUILDING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every spirit builds itself a house,&lt;br /&gt;And beyond its house a world,&lt;br /&gt;And beyond its world a heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Know then that the world&lt;br /&gt;Exist for you. For you is&lt;br /&gt;The phenomenon perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we are, that only can we see.&lt;br /&gt;All that Adam had, all that Caesar could,&lt;br /&gt;You have and can do. Adam called his house,&lt;br /&gt;heaven and earth. Caesar called his house,&lt;br /&gt;Rome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You perhaps call yours a cobbler's trade;&lt;br /&gt;a scholar's garret. yet line for line and point&lt;br /&gt;for point, your dominion is as great as theirs,&lt;br /&gt;though without fine names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Build therefore your own world. As fast&lt;br /&gt;as you conform your life to the pure idea in&lt;br /&gt;your mind, that will unfold into great proportions.&lt;br /&gt;[Ralph Waldo Emerson]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756700084625536976-5090887908049940837?l=athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5090887908049940837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756700084625536976&amp;postID=5090887908049940837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/5090887908049940837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/5090887908049940837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/2008/08/house-you-are-building-every-spirit.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756700084625536976.post-7500046585925030363</id><published>2008-08-27T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T14:30:22.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOME FOLKS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home folks - love 'em, well I guess,&lt;br /&gt;Hearts jest made of real kindness;&lt;br /&gt;Miss 'em - I should say I do,&lt;br /&gt;Don't find many folks as true.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like now I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jes&lt;/span&gt;' can hear&lt;br /&gt;Home folks words of love and cheer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Knowin&lt;/span&gt;' I've a welcome there&lt;br /&gt;Truer an' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;warmer'n&lt;/span&gt; anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home folks ain't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jes&lt;/span&gt;' family kin,&lt;br /&gt;They're the folks with whom you've been&lt;br /&gt;Reared and raised for years an' years,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Minglin&lt;/span&gt;' all your smiles an' tears.&lt;br /&gt;Till they seem a part o' you&lt;br /&gt;From yer childhood clear on through,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Standin&lt;/span&gt;' by you, lose or win,&lt;br /&gt;Same as real blood, kith an' kin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes no difference what you do,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;homefolks&lt;/span&gt; still stay true;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Overlookin&lt;/span&gt;' wayward ways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jes&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;rememberin&lt;/span&gt;' happy days,&lt;br /&gt;Er when praise is but yer due&lt;br /&gt;Fer something you've tried to do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Homefolks&lt;/span&gt; hands are quick to clasp&lt;br /&gt;Yours in proud an' hearty grasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger folks are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;purty&lt;/span&gt; nice,&lt;br /&gt;Distant things lure an' entice,&lt;br /&gt;But I like home folks the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;bes&lt;/span&gt;'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Bein&lt;/span&gt;' with 'em's like a res'.&lt;br /&gt;When death comes an' I must go,&lt;br /&gt;Wish that I could only know&lt;br /&gt;That &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;there'd&lt;/span&gt; be some home folks nigh,&lt;br /&gt;Sorter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;watchin&lt;/span&gt;', linger' by.&lt;br /&gt;[Ruth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Yoland&lt;/span&gt; Shaw]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756700084625536976-7500046585925030363?l=athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7500046585925030363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756700084625536976&amp;postID=7500046585925030363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/7500046585925030363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/7500046585925030363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/2008/08/home-folks-home-folks-love-em-well-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756700084625536976.post-6121008476925088152</id><published>2008-08-27T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T14:16:08.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOUSE AND HOME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can build an altar;&lt;br /&gt;it requires God to provide the flame.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can build a house; we need&lt;br /&gt;the Lord for the creation of a home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A house is a agglomeration of brick&lt;br /&gt;and stones, with an assorted collection&lt;br /&gt;of manufactured goods; a home is the&lt;br /&gt;abiding-place of ardent affection,&lt;br /&gt; of fervent hope, of genial trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is many a homeless man who lives&lt;br /&gt;in a richly furnished house. There is many&lt;br /&gt;a fifteen-pound house in a crowded street&lt;br /&gt;which is an illuminated and beautiful home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is sumptuously furnished house may&lt;br /&gt;only be an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exquisitely&lt;/span&gt; sculptured tomb;&lt;br /&gt;the scantily furnished house may be&lt;br /&gt;the very hearthstone of the eternal God.&lt;br /&gt;[John Henry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jowett&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756700084625536976-6121008476925088152?l=athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6121008476925088152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756700084625536976&amp;postID=6121008476925088152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/6121008476925088152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/6121008476925088152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/2008/08/house-and-home-anyone-can-build-altar.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756700084625536976.post-5449008213463748897</id><published>2008-08-27T13:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T14:03:37.655-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what makes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT MAKES A HOME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man can build a mansion&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere this world about,&lt;br /&gt;A man can build a palace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Richly&lt;/span&gt; furnish it throughout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man can build a mansion&lt;br /&gt;Or a tiny cottage fair,&lt;br /&gt;But it's not the hallowed place&lt;br /&gt;called "Home"&lt;br /&gt;'Til Mother's dwelling there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man can build a mansion&lt;br /&gt;With a high and spacious dome,&lt;br /&gt;But no man in this world can build&lt;br /&gt;That precious thing called "Home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man can build a mansion&lt;br /&gt;Carting treasures o'er the foam,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a man can build the building&lt;br /&gt;But a woman makes it "Home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What makes a home?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my little boy,&lt;br /&gt;And this is what he said,&lt;br /&gt;"You, mother,&lt;br /&gt;And when father comes.&lt;br /&gt;Our table set all shiny,&lt;br /&gt;And my bed,&lt;br /&gt;And mother, I think it's home,&lt;br /&gt;Because we love each other."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You who are old and wise,&lt;br /&gt;What would you say&lt;br /&gt;If you were asked the question?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And simply as a little child,&lt;br /&gt;The old wise ones can answer&lt;br /&gt;nothing more -&lt;br /&gt;A man, a woman and a child,&lt;br /&gt;Their love,&lt;br /&gt;Warm as the gold hearth fire&lt;br /&gt;along the floor,&lt;br /&gt;A table, a lamp for light.&lt;br /&gt;And smooth white beds at night&lt;br /&gt;Only the old sweet fundamental things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And long ago I learned -&lt;br /&gt;Home may be near, home may be far&lt;br /&gt;But it is anywhere&lt;br /&gt;That love&lt;br /&gt;And a few plain household treasures are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756700084625536976-5449008213463748897?l=athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5449008213463748897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756700084625536976&amp;postID=5449008213463748897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/5449008213463748897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/5449008213463748897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-makes-home-man-can-build-mansion.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756700084625536976.post-1771379527827936194</id><published>2008-08-27T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T13:46:05.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHERE IS HOME?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned an ancient poet's book&lt;br /&gt;And found upon the page,&lt;br /&gt;"Stone walls do not a prison make&lt;br /&gt;Or iron bars a cage."&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that is true, and something more,&lt;br /&gt;You will find &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;where'er&lt;/span&gt; you roam&lt;br /&gt;That marble floors and gilded walls&lt;br /&gt;Can never make a home.&lt;br /&gt;But everywhere that love abides,&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;friendship&lt;/span&gt; is a guest&lt;br /&gt;Is surely home, and home sweet home,&lt;br /&gt;For there the soul can rest.&lt;br /&gt;[Henry Van Dyke]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756700084625536976-1771379527827936194?l=athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1771379527827936194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756700084625536976&amp;postID=1771379527827936194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/1771379527827936194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/1771379527827936194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/2008/08/where-is-home-i-turned-ancient-poets.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756700084625536976.post-7540487304461697638</id><published>2008-08-27T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T06:31:45.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mother&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as we carried to your knees&lt;br /&gt;The tales and treasures of eventful days,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing no deed too humble for your praise,&lt;br /&gt;Nor any gift too trivial to please,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So still we bring with older smiles and tears,&lt;br /&gt;What gifts we may to claim the old, dear right;&lt;br /&gt;Your faith beyond the silence and the night;&lt;br /&gt;Your love still close and watching through the years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756700084625536976-7540487304461697638?l=athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7540487304461697638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756700084625536976&amp;postID=7540487304461697638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/7540487304461697638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/7540487304461697638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/2008/08/mother-as-long-as-we-carried-to-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756700084625536976.post-6733456917207810375</id><published>2008-08-27T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T06:22:07.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our Home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where we love is home,&lt;br /&gt;Home that our feet may leave,&lt;br /&gt;but not our hearts,&lt;br /&gt;The chain may lengthen,&lt;br /&gt;but it never parts.&lt;br /&gt;[Oliver Wendell Holmes]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to think of the home&lt;br /&gt;as the cradle into which&lt;br /&gt;the future is born.&lt;br /&gt;We need to think of a family&lt;br /&gt;as the nursery in which&lt;br /&gt;the social order is being reared.&lt;br /&gt;The family is a covenant of posterity.&lt;br /&gt;[Sidney &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Goldstein&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say to all: use your gentlest&lt;br /&gt;voice at home. Watch it day by day,&lt;br /&gt;as a pearl of great price; for it will be&lt;br /&gt;worth to you in days to come more&lt;br /&gt;than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;the best&lt;/span&gt; pearl hid in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kind voice is joy, like a lark's song,&lt;br /&gt;to hearth at home.  It is a light that&lt;br /&gt;sings as well as shines. Train it to&lt;br /&gt;sweet tones now and it will keep&lt;br /&gt;in tune through life.&lt;br /&gt;[Elihu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Burrit&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home is the place where character is built,&lt;br /&gt;where sacrifices to contribute to&lt;br /&gt;the happiness of others are made,&lt;br /&gt;and where love has taken up its abode.&lt;br /&gt;[Elijah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kellog&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home to me is Laughter...&lt;br /&gt;Kisses on the cheek&lt;br /&gt;when they're least expected;&lt;br /&gt;Glances filled with gladness;&lt;br /&gt;The happiness in knowing&lt;br /&gt;I'm a portion of&lt;br /&gt;My family's fulfilment.&lt;br /&gt;Home to me...    is Love.&lt;br /&gt;[June Brown Harris]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756700084625536976-6733456917207810375?l=athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6733456917207810375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756700084625536976&amp;postID=6733456917207810375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/6733456917207810375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/6733456917207810375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-home-and-where-we-love-is-home-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756700084625536976.post-4677485783485477510</id><published>2008-08-27T06:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T06:07:36.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What makes a home?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and sympathy and confidence,&lt;br /&gt;The memories of childhood,&lt;br /&gt;The kindness of parents.&lt;br /&gt;The bright hopes of youth,&lt;br /&gt;The sister's pride,&lt;br /&gt;The brothers' sympathy and help,&lt;br /&gt;The mutual confidence,&lt;br /&gt;The common hopes and interests&lt;br /&gt;and sorrows -&lt;br /&gt;These create and sanctify the home.&lt;br /&gt;[John Lubbock]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756700084625536976-4677485783485477510?l=athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4677485783485477510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756700084625536976&amp;postID=4677485783485477510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/4677485783485477510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/4677485783485477510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-makes-home-love-and-sympathy-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756700084625536976.post-1976219565691613904</id><published>2008-08-24T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T16:01:29.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FAMILY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's family,&lt;br /&gt;You forgive them for they know not what they do.&lt;br /&gt;When it's family,&lt;br /&gt;You accept them, 'cause you have no choice but to,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's family,&lt;br /&gt;They're a mirror of the worst and the best in you,&lt;br /&gt;And they always put you to the test,&lt;br /&gt;And you always try to do your best,&lt;br /&gt;And just pray to God to do the rest, when it's family.&lt;br /&gt;And when it's family,You trust them.&lt;br /&gt;And your heart is an open door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's family,&lt;br /&gt;You tolerate, what you'd feel others for.&lt;br /&gt;When it's family,You love and hate and take, then give some more.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow you justify mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;Try to find some better way to solve&lt;br /&gt;The day to day problems in the family.&lt;br /&gt;(Dolly Parton)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756700084625536976-1976219565691613904?l=athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1976219565691613904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756700084625536976&amp;postID=1976219565691613904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/1976219565691613904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/1976219565691613904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/2008/08/family-when-its-family-you-forgive-them.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756700084625536976.post-6016816812763039498</id><published>2008-08-12T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T21:58:27.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Inspiration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No one should negotiate their dreams. Dreams must be free to flee and fly high. No government, no legislature, has a right to limit your dreams. You should never agree to surrender your dreams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[Rev. Jesse Jackson] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The future depends on what we do in the present.Mahatma Gandhi Inspiration and genius--one and the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[Victor Hugo]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nothing is predestined: The obstacles of your past can become the gateways that lead to new beginnings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[Ralph Blum]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Triumph and Defeat. There are some defeats more triumphant than victories. [Montaigne,Essays]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On Faith and Inspiration. The world has no room for cowards. We must all be ready somehow to toil, to suffer, to die. And yours is not the less noble because no drum beats before you when you go out into your daily battlefields, and no crowds shout about your coming when you return from your daily victory or defeat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[Robert Louis Stevenson] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Being unwanted, unloved, uncared for, forgotten by everybody, I think that is a much greater hunger, a much greater poverty than the person who has nothing to eat...We must find each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.poemofquotes.com/quotes/t/motherteresa/"&gt;Mother Teresa&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is possible to provide security against other ills, but as far as death is concerned, we men live in a city without walls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[Epicurus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Healthy children will not fear life if their elders have integrity enough not to fear death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Erik H. Erikson]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There are so many little dyings that it doesn't matter which of them is death. [Kenneth Patchen] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756700084625536976-6016816812763039498?l=athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6016816812763039498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756700084625536976&amp;postID=6016816812763039498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/6016816812763039498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/6016816812763039498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/2008/08/inspiration-no-one-should-negotiate.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756700084625536976.post-6612822304615212492</id><published>2008-08-12T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T22:00:47.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Desiderata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO PLACIDLY AMID THE NOISE AND THE HASTE, AND REMEMBER WHAT PEACE THERE MAY BE IN SILENCE.&lt;br /&gt;As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and ignorant; they, too, have their story.Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexations to the spirit If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter, for always there will be greater or lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in you own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.&lt;br /&gt;Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you for what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals and everywhere live is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment, it is as perennial as the grass. Take kindly the council of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;Strive to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;Max Ehrmann, 1927&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man never grows up,&lt;br /&gt;he only grows older,&lt;br /&gt;losing on his way&lt;br /&gt;the happiness&lt;br /&gt;of seeing a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;on a blade of grass&lt;br /&gt;and shedding&lt;br /&gt;the simple smile&lt;br /&gt;and simple honesty&lt;br /&gt;of childhood. . .&lt;br /&gt;carrying with him&lt;br /&gt;the loneliness and fear,&lt;br /&gt;the insecurity and rivalry&lt;br /&gt;that clouds his days&lt;br /&gt;with discontent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, there are still&lt;br /&gt;a few among us&lt;br /&gt;who walk with peace;&lt;br /&gt;having neither envy&lt;br /&gt;nor anger;&lt;br /&gt;neither fear of death&lt;br /&gt;nor hunger for wealth,&lt;br /&gt;who live out their years&lt;br /&gt;with a calm smile . . .&lt;br /&gt;untouched&lt;br /&gt;by the brutal hunger&lt;br /&gt;of other men !&lt;br /&gt;[Tom Weber]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A Smile Costs Nothing,&lt;br /&gt;but gives much.&lt;br /&gt;It enriches those who receive&lt;br /&gt;without making poorer those who give.&lt;br /&gt;It takes but a moment&lt;br /&gt;but the memory of it sometimes lasts forever.&lt;br /&gt;None is so rich and mighty that he can get along without it,&lt;br /&gt;and none is so poor that he cannot be made rich by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Smile creates happiness in the home,&lt;br /&gt;fosters goodwill in business,&lt;br /&gt;and is the countersign of friendship.&lt;br /&gt;A smile brings rest to the weary,&lt;br /&gt;cheer to the discouraged, sunshine to the sad,&lt;br /&gt;and it is nature's best antidote for trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet it cannot be bought, begged, borrowed or stolen,&lt;br /&gt;for it is something that is of no value to anyone&lt;br /&gt;until it is given away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are too tired to give you a smile,&lt;br /&gt;Give them one of yours,&lt;br /&gt;as none needs a smile so much&lt;br /&gt;as he who has no more to give.&lt;br /&gt;[Anon]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756700084625536976-6612822304615212492?l=athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6612822304615212492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756700084625536976&amp;postID=6612822304615212492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/6612822304615212492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/6612822304615212492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/2008/08/desiderata-go-placidly-amid-noise-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756700084625536976.post-5938030254086327812</id><published>2008-08-07T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T08:03:46.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cornelia's Jewels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a bright morning in the old city&lt;br /&gt;of Rome many hundred years ago. Two&lt;br /&gt;brothers were playing in a garden when&lt;br /&gt;their mother, called them into the house.&lt;br /&gt;"A friend is coming to dine today," she told&lt;br /&gt;them. "She is very rich, and she will show us&lt;br /&gt;her jewels.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the woman arrived. Her fingers sparkled&lt;br /&gt;with rings. Her arms glittered with bracelets.&lt;br /&gt;Chains of gold hung about her neck, and strands&lt;br /&gt;of pearls gleamed in her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you see anyone so pretty?" the young boy&lt;br /&gt;whispered to his brother. "She looks like a queen!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They gazed at their own mother, who was dressed&lt;br /&gt;only in a white robe. Her hands and arms were bare,&lt;br /&gt;and for a crown she had only braids of soft brown hair&lt;br /&gt;coiled about her head. But her kind smile seemed to&lt;br /&gt;light her face more than any bright stone could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Would you like to see some more of my treasures?"&lt;br /&gt;the rich woman asked. A servant brought a box&lt;br /&gt;and set it on a table. When the lady opened it,&lt;br /&gt;there were heaps of blood rubies, sapphires as blue&lt;br /&gt;as the sky, emeralds as green as the sea, diamonds&lt;br /&gt;that flashed like sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brothers looked long at the gems. "&lt;br /&gt;Ah!" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whispered&lt;/span&gt; the younger. "if only our mother&lt;br /&gt;could have such beautiful things." At last, however,&lt;br /&gt;the box was closed and carried away. "Tell me,&lt;br /&gt;Cornelia," the rich woman said with a pitying smile,&lt;br /&gt;"Is it true you have no jewels? Is it true you are&lt;br /&gt;too poor?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cornelia, smiled. "Not at all," she said. "I have jewels&lt;br /&gt;far more valuable than yours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then let me see them," the lady laughed.&lt;br /&gt;"Where are they?" Cornelia drew her boys to her side.&lt;br /&gt;"These are my jewels," She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;smiled&lt;/span&gt;. "Are they not far&lt;br /&gt;more precious than your gems?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two boys, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tiberius&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Caius&lt;/span&gt; Gracchus, never&lt;br /&gt;forgot their mother's pride and love and care.&lt;br /&gt;Years later, when they had become great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;statesmen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of Rome, they liked to think of this scene in the garden.&lt;br /&gt;And when the Roman &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; erected statues to honor&lt;br /&gt;the brothers, they did not forget to pay tribute to&lt;br /&gt;the woman who showed them how to be wise and&lt;br /&gt;good. The Romans inscribed her tomb this way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Cornelia, mother of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Gracchi&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756700084625536976-5938030254086327812?l=athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5938030254086327812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756700084625536976&amp;postID=5938030254086327812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/5938030254086327812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/5938030254086327812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/2008/08/cornelias-jewels-it-was-bright-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756700084625536976.post-793299914862857150</id><published>2008-08-06T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T06:24:31.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beautiful Hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These hands are clean, indeed,&lt;br /&gt;but, they are hard from toil.&lt;br /&gt;These hands have been helping mothers&lt;br /&gt;and fathers dry the dishes, and sweep&lt;br /&gt;the floor, and wash the windows, and&lt;br /&gt;weed the garden. These hands have&lt;br /&gt;been taking care of the baby, and&lt;br /&gt;carrying hot tea to Grandma, and&lt;br /&gt;showing little brother how to build&lt;br /&gt;his blocks and fly his kites. Yes,&lt;br /&gt;these hands have been making&lt;br /&gt;the house a happy home, full of love&lt;br /&gt;and care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, an old woman &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fumbled&lt;/span&gt; in her pocket&lt;br /&gt;and brought out a ring set with diamonds,&lt;br /&gt;with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rubies&lt;/span&gt; redder than strawberries,&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;turquoise&lt;/span&gt; bluer than violets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wear&lt;/span&gt; this ring, my child." "You&lt;br /&gt;deserve the prize for the most beautiful&lt;br /&gt;hands, for they have been most helpful."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756700084625536976-793299914862857150?l=athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/793299914862857150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756700084625536976&amp;postID=793299914862857150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/793299914862857150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/793299914862857150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/2008/08/beautiful-hands-these-hands-are-lean.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756700084625536976.post-8649854291006655374</id><published>2008-08-06T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T06:04:52.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Philosophy of Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom has always been regarded&lt;br /&gt;as the sibling virtue of morality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in a world - from womb&lt;br /&gt;to tomb. We have our own stories&lt;br /&gt;and our own glories. We ponder and&lt;br /&gt;we testify; life indeed is a journey.&lt;br /&gt;Our journey is profound and&lt;br /&gt;passionate. We oblige ourselves&lt;br /&gt;to share our stories so that those&lt;br /&gt;who are behind us may learn to&lt;br /&gt;follow the track and may find life,&lt;br /&gt;worth the journey. Our experiences&lt;br /&gt;are passed down from one generation&lt;br /&gt;to the next and thus begins the cycle&lt;br /&gt;of life. Life boils down to finding meaning&lt;br /&gt;as we journey the process of existence,&lt;br /&gt;called life. We learn. We teach. We search&lt;br /&gt;for answers and share these answers.&lt;br /&gt;Very few listen. The process continues&lt;br /&gt;and never end. Our question remains&lt;br /&gt;and the answer is always searched,&lt;br /&gt;always never definite, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;each&lt;/span&gt; according to&lt;br /&gt;one life's purpose and existence.&lt;br /&gt;We quest and we search - never a goal&lt;br /&gt;nor a direction, but a vicious cycle.&lt;br /&gt;Philosophy is full of complication and&lt;br /&gt;the same way with life; we are never&lt;br /&gt;satisfied as long as we are alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756700084625536976-8649854291006655374?l=athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8649854291006655374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756700084625536976&amp;postID=8649854291006655374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/8649854291006655374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/8649854291006655374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/2008/08/philosophy-of-life-wisdom-has-always.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756700084625536976.post-649262384414531810</id><published>2008-08-03T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T08:48:44.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MY TWO HOMES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Many children feel at home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in their house because they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;know it is part of God's house)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; h&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ouses&lt;/span&gt; in the world&lt;br /&gt;The one that I love best&lt;br /&gt;Is that in which I wake and play&lt;br /&gt;And lay me down to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father built it by his toil;&lt;br /&gt;My mother makes its a home;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot find a lovelier place&lt;br /&gt;No matter where you roam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rooms are clean and bright&lt;br /&gt;and  fair with pictures, books,&lt;br /&gt;and toys, and food, and clothes,&lt;br /&gt;and beds, and chairs&lt;br /&gt;For all the girls and boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We children work and care for it,&lt;br /&gt;And help to keep it clean,&lt;br /&gt;Our palace of true happiness,&lt;br /&gt;Where mother reigns as queen,&lt;br /&gt;and my father guards us with his strength,&lt;br /&gt;A wise and gracious king,&lt;br /&gt;To whom we pay the honor due,&lt;br /&gt;And glad obedience bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So full of love and joy it is,&lt;br /&gt;So safe and bright and warm,&lt;br /&gt;I would not go too far from it&lt;br /&gt;Lest I should come to harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet when I go out of doors&lt;br /&gt;And look up at the sky&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm in my Father's house,&lt;br /&gt;And that His love is nigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For God is Father - Mother, too!&lt;br /&gt;The world is my big home;&lt;br /&gt;The green grass is the carpet,&lt;br /&gt;And the blue sky is the dome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On every side are pictures;&lt;br /&gt;The fields are full of food;&lt;br /&gt;And all the things that God has made&lt;br /&gt;are beautiful and good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He keeps me by His mighty power,&lt;br /&gt;He loves me as a child;&lt;br /&gt;His paths are bright with happiness,&lt;br /&gt;His laws are just and mild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all His children in this house,&lt;br /&gt;So wonderful and fair,&lt;br /&gt;should love each other, learn His truth,&lt;br /&gt;And trust His love and care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank Thee, Father, for these homes,&lt;br /&gt;Where we may dwell with Thee,&lt;br /&gt;And cast out fear, and share the joys&lt;br /&gt;Thou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;givest&lt;/span&gt; full and free.&lt;br /&gt;[Henry Hallam Tweedy]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756700084625536976-649262384414531810?l=athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/649262384414531810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756700084625536976&amp;postID=649262384414531810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/649262384414531810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/649262384414531810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-two-homes-many-children-feel-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756700084625536976.post-1997488415403270924</id><published>2008-08-03T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T07:06:25.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YOUR MOTHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A young man was walking through a supermarket &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to pick up a few things when he noticed an old lady &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;following him around. Thinking nothing of it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he ignored her and continued on. Finally he went &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to the checkout line, but she got in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;"Pardon me," she said, "I am sorry if my staring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;at you has made you feel uncomfortable. It's just that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you look like my son, who just died recently."&lt;br /&gt;"I am very sorry," replied the young man, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"is there anything I can do for you?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," she said, "as I 'm leaving, can you say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Goodbye,Mother'? It would make me feel so much better."&lt;br /&gt;"Sure," answered the young man.&lt;br /&gt;As the old woman was leaving, he called out, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Goodbye, Mother!"&lt;br /&gt;As he stepped up to the checkout counter, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he saw that his total was $127.50.&lt;br /&gt;"How can that be?" he asked, "I only purchased a few things!"&lt;br /&gt;"You mother said that you would pay for her," said the clerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YOU 'RE A MOM WHEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you 're a mom when you 're up each night until 10 pm,&lt;br /&gt;vacuuming, dusting, wiping, washing, drying, loading, unloading,&lt;br /&gt;shopping, cooking, driving, flushing, ironing, sweeping, picking up,&lt;br /&gt;changing sheets, changing diapers, bathing, helping with homework,&lt;br /&gt;paying bills, budgeting, clipping coupons, folding clothes, putting to&lt;br /&gt;bed, dragging out of bed, brushing, chasing, buckling, feeding&lt;br /&gt;(them, not you), PLUS, swinging, playing baseball, bike riding,,&lt;br /&gt;pushing trucks, cuddling dolls, rollerblading, basketball, football,&lt;br /&gt;catch bubbles, sprinklers, slides, nature walks, coloring, crafts,&lt;br /&gt;jumping rope, PLUS raking, trimming, planting, edging, mowing,&lt;br /&gt;gardening, painting, and walking the dog. You get up at 5:30 am&lt;br /&gt;and you have no time to eat, sleep, drink or go to the bathroom,&lt;br /&gt;and yet.. you still manage to gain 10 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: &lt;a href="http://jotham1010.multiply.com/tag/the%20miracle%20worker" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The miracle worker&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756700084625536976-1997488415403270924?l=athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1997488415403270924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756700084625536976&amp;postID=1997488415403270924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/1997488415403270924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/1997488415403270924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/2008/08/your-mother-young-man-was-walking.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756700084625536976.post-7966370716655039253</id><published>2008-07-31T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T14:07:47.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wisdom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom is regarded as the sibling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;virtue of morality. If an individual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is to do good, the tenets of the heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must be informed and directed by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a well-ordered mind. Prudence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would rather be the ability to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;govern and discipline oneself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the use of reason. It means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being able to recognize the right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choice in a specific circumstances,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was the intellecutal virtue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that made it possible for the moral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;virtues into action.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756700084625536976-7966370716655039253?l=athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7966370716655039253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756700084625536976&amp;postID=7966370716655039253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/7966370716655039253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/7966370716655039253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/2008/07/wisdom-wisdom-is-regarded-as-sibling.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756700084625536976.post-656831791117743490</id><published>2008-07-31T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T13:53:28.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life's Journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first lessons we learned from home&lt;br /&gt;stay with us long after we leave home,&lt;br /&gt;In our affection and our memories,&lt;br /&gt;they remain forever a part of us,&lt;br /&gt;often the most cherished part of us.&lt;br /&gt;The moral journey that begins with&lt;br /&gt;leaving home is the search for opportunities&lt;br /&gt;to offer others the same nurture and love&lt;br /&gt;we received in our own childhood.&lt;br /&gt;The memory of home becomes a past,&lt;br /&gt;an experience, an ideal we seek to recreate&lt;br /&gt;in our later lives, and in the new lives&lt;br /&gt;we shepherd into the world.&lt;br /&gt;We build our own homes,&lt;br /&gt;offer our own lessons, nurture&lt;br /&gt;our own children in the strength&lt;br /&gt;and knowledge once gained&lt;br /&gt;beside the first warm hearth&lt;br /&gt;of our home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756700084625536976-656831791117743490?l=athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/656831791117743490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756700084625536976&amp;postID=656831791117743490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/656831791117743490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/656831791117743490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/2008/07/lifes-journey-first-lessons-we-learned.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756700084625536976.post-319514714506165020</id><published>2008-07-31T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T13:50:44.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lessons from Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We find family members helping each other&lt;br /&gt;along, and looking toward each other for help.&lt;br /&gt;We find siblings showing what fraternity really&lt;br /&gt;mean. We see children learning about chores&lt;br /&gt;and responsibilities and self-sacrifice, and learning&lt;br /&gt;to help parents out of love. We encounter young&lt;br /&gt;hearts giving loving obedience. We witness&lt;br /&gt;the growth of conscience, of desire to live up&lt;br /&gt;to the expectations of those who love us.&lt;br /&gt;We witness how our loyalty and courage&lt;br /&gt;and perseverance see families through&lt;br /&gt;hard times with a love that can overcome&lt;br /&gt;any number of obstacles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756700084625536976-319514714506165020?l=athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/319514714506165020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756700084625536976&amp;postID=319514714506165020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/319514714506165020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/319514714506165020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/2008/07/lessons-from-home-we-find-family.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756700084625536976.post-1546991197030573668</id><published>2008-07-31T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T11:18:16.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Home and Hearth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All children need bread and shelter.&lt;br /&gt;But a true home is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; more than that.&lt;br /&gt;Children need love and order.&lt;br /&gt;The transmission of virtues is one&lt;br /&gt;important reason for a home and&lt;br /&gt;attention to the virtues is one of the&lt;br /&gt;important ties that bind a family&lt;br /&gt;together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home is the place where we receive&lt;br /&gt;our first instructions.  It is our first&lt;br /&gt;moral training ground, a place where&lt;br /&gt;we come to differentiate right from&lt;br /&gt;wrong through the nurturing and&lt;br /&gt;protective care of those who love us.&lt;br /&gt;Our character takes shape under the&lt;br /&gt;guidance of instructions. In the familiar&lt;br /&gt;world of home and hearth, we learn the&lt;br /&gt;habits of virtue that will fortify us when&lt;br /&gt;we venture into the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756700084625536976-1546991197030573668?l=athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1546991197030573668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756700084625536976&amp;postID=1546991197030573668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/1546991197030573668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/1546991197030573668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/2008/07/home-and-hearth-all-children-need-bread.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756700084625536976.post-4183055844117778102</id><published>2008-07-30T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T21:09:43.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Daily Cue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of a bell, a church chime&lt;br /&gt;or the stroke of a clock is a cue&lt;br /&gt;for me to pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see a candle, I am reminded&lt;br /&gt;to focus my devotion to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed is the beloved&lt;br /&gt;who is worshipped and served&lt;br /&gt;through our devotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A devotional life is one lived&lt;br /&gt;in the presence of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be happy that this garden&lt;br /&gt;pleases God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756700084625536976-4183055844117778102?l=athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4183055844117778102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756700084625536976&amp;postID=4183055844117778102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/4183055844117778102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/4183055844117778102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/2008/07/daily-cue-sound-of-bell-church-chime-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756700084625536976.post-6275019240320737270</id><published>2008-07-30T19:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T19:26:02.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Character&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you love and what you hate&lt;br /&gt;reveal what you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your character is what God knows&lt;br /&gt;you to be. Your reputation is what&lt;br /&gt;you think you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fame is a vapor,&lt;br /&gt;Popularity is an accident.&lt;br /&gt;Riches takes wings and fly,&lt;br /&gt;those who cheer may curse&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow; Only one thing&lt;br /&gt;endures - Character.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756700084625536976-6275019240320737270?l=athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6275019240320737270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756700084625536976&amp;postID=6275019240320737270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/6275019240320737270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/6275019240320737270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/2008/07/character-what-you-love-and-what-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756700084625536976.post-2970665392694043352</id><published>2008-07-30T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T19:03:50.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Trusting God's timing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has an appointed time&lt;br /&gt;to answer our prayers&lt;br /&gt;and to bring our dreams to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is still going to happen&lt;br /&gt;on God's timetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vision is for an appointed time,&lt;br /&gt;though it is tarry, wait earnestly for it,&lt;br /&gt;for it will come to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not be happy while God is&lt;br /&gt;in the process of changing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relax and enjoy life - while knowing&lt;br /&gt;that God is going to bring His plan&lt;br /&gt;to pas at His appointed time.&lt;br /&gt;Let God change you&lt;br /&gt;in His own way&lt;br /&gt;and in His own timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be patient. It is not the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God sees the big picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the pieces have to come together&lt;br /&gt;for it to be God's perfect timing.&lt;br /&gt;Let God do it His way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756700084625536976-2970665392694043352?l=athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2970665392694043352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756700084625536976&amp;postID=2970665392694043352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/2970665392694043352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/2970665392694043352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/2008/07/trusting-gods-timing-god-has-appointed.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756700084625536976.post-7838040494917210679</id><published>2008-07-30T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T18:27:12.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Spiritual Practices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual practices are activities you do&lt;br /&gt;to deepen your relationship with the sacred.&lt;br /&gt;You relate in particular way your inner self,&lt;br /&gt;other people and the world around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are what we practice:&lt;br /&gt;If we become angry a lot,&lt;br /&gt;essentially, we are practicing&lt;br /&gt;anger. If we practice being&lt;br /&gt;joyful, then a joyful person is&lt;br /&gt;what we become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are practicing all kinds of things&lt;br /&gt;all the time, but the decision to do&lt;br /&gt;spiritual practices is INTENTIONAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spirituality is not about goals, creeds&lt;br /&gt;and dogmas; it is about EXPERIENCE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756700084625536976-7838040494917210679?l=athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7838040494917210679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756700084625536976&amp;postID=7838040494917210679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/7838040494917210679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/7838040494917210679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/2008/07/spiritual-practices-spiritual-practices.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756700084625536976.post-6235250531194415218</id><published>2008-07-30T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T18:17:23.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love matters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"A person's body absorbs and stores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;all the love it receives in the course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;of a lifetime, and when the body dies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;it pours out all that love "like a broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;slot machine disgorging the coins of all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;generations," and all the people nearby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and all the world, are warmed by the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;love that has been returned to them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yehuda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Amichai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People die, but LOVE does not die.&lt;br /&gt;It is recycled from one heart, from&lt;br /&gt;one life, to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By being good people, by bringing&lt;br /&gt;good people together to form moral&lt;br /&gt;communities, we have an impact in&lt;br /&gt;the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"To leave the world a bit better, whether &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;redeemed social condition; to know that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;even one life has breathed easier because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;you lived, that you have succeeded."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[Ralph Waldo Emerson]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A good person even in death is still alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most reliable way to matter to&lt;br /&gt;the world is to love the people closest to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith begins where human self sufficiency ends.&lt;br /&gt;When we realize we can do many marvelous things&lt;br /&gt;but we can't do everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756700084625536976-6235250531194415218?l=athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6235250531194415218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756700084625536976&amp;postID=6235250531194415218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/6235250531194415218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/6235250531194415218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-matters-persons-body-absorbs-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756700084625536976.post-1352806263998865378</id><published>2008-07-30T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T18:02:34.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why we matter most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that whoever we are,&lt;br /&gt;and however much or little&lt;br /&gt;we accomplish in our lives,&lt;br /&gt;we matter to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has shown me how to invest&lt;br /&gt;the most mundane moments&lt;br /&gt;of my life with holiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;"The nicest feeling in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;is to do a good deed anonymously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;and have somebody find out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Oscar Wilde] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Few of us can do great things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but all of us can do small things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;with great love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mother Teresa]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the supporting cast of&lt;br /&gt;a great and on going drama,&lt;br /&gt;and it is our inestimable privilege&lt;br /&gt;to be part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodness and Love&lt;/em&gt; are two of&lt;br /&gt;the experiences that assure us&lt;br /&gt;that our lives have mattered&lt;br /&gt;to the world, that we have&lt;br /&gt;not lived in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;We ourselves shall be loved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;for a while and forgotten,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;but the love will have been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;enough... There is land of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;the living and a land of the dead,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;and the bridge is LOVE, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;the only survival, the only meaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Thornton Wilder]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756700084625536976-1352806263998865378?l=athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1352806263998865378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756700084625536976&amp;postID=1352806263998865378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/1352806263998865378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/1352806263998865378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-we-matter-most-i-believe-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756700084625536976.post-7888912487734846752</id><published>2008-07-30T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T17:23:49.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Holy Fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"God gives us burdens and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;God gives us shoulders."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Holy Fool" is the person of&lt;br /&gt;simple faith whose uncomplicated&lt;br /&gt;joy at being in the presence of God&lt;br /&gt;is more authentically religious than&lt;br /&gt;prayers and sermons of learned&lt;br /&gt;theologians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The fool sees the truth more than&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;anyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There is a place in heaven for fools&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whereas heaven's gate will be closed&lt;br /&gt;to the clever, cruel and calculating&lt;br /&gt;people who embittered his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAM&lt;/strong&gt; is a word of Hebrew origin&lt;br /&gt;meaning, &lt;em&gt;plain, simple, uncomplicated.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756700084625536976-7888912487734846752?l=athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7888912487734846752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756700084625536976&amp;postID=7888912487734846752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/7888912487734846752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/7888912487734846752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/2008/07/holy-fool-god-gives-us-burdens-and-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756700084625536976.post-4651882268595830065</id><published>2008-07-30T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T17:14:20.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Three Stages of Moral Development&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1.  Doing right out of fear of punishment&lt;br /&gt;   2.  Doing right out of a feeling of communal&lt;br /&gt;         solidarity with others and&lt;br /&gt;   3.  Doing right because it is right.&lt;br /&gt;       [Laurence &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kohlberg&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756700084625536976-4651882268595830065?l=athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4651882268595830065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756700084625536976&amp;postID=4651882268595830065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/4651882268595830065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/4651882268595830065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/2008/07/three-stages-of-moral-development-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756700084625536976.post-8087947584838017365</id><published>2008-07-30T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T14:16:09.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Spiritual Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual life is the life of man's real self,&lt;br /&gt;the life of that interior self whose flame&lt;br /&gt;is so often allowed to be smothered under&lt;br /&gt;the ashes of anxiety and futile concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spiritual life is oriented toward God,&lt;br /&gt;rather than toward the immediate satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;of the material needs of life, but it is not,&lt;br /&gt;for all that, a life of unreality or a life of&lt;br /&gt;dreams. On the contrary, without life of&lt;br /&gt;the spirit, our whole existence becomes&lt;br /&gt;unsubstantial and illusory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Life of the spirit, by integrating us&lt;br /&gt;in the real order established by God,&lt;br /&gt;puts us in the fullest possible contact&lt;br /&gt;with reality - not as we imagine it,&lt;br /&gt;but as it really is. It does so by making us&lt;br /&gt;aware of our own selves, and placing them&lt;br /&gt;in the presence of God.&lt;br /&gt;[Fr. M. Louis, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OCSO&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756700084625536976-8087947584838017365?l=athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8087947584838017365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756700084625536976&amp;postID=8087947584838017365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/8087947584838017365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/8087947584838017365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/2008/07/spiritual-life-spiritual-life-is-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756700084625536976.post-1124706143845126559</id><published>2008-07-30T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T13:57:48.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lesson of a lifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son, when you come to serve the Lord&lt;br /&gt;prepare yourself for trials.&lt;br /&gt;Be sincere of heart and steadfast,&lt;br /&gt;undisturbed in times of adversity.&lt;br /&gt;Cling to Him, forsake Him not;&lt;br /&gt;thus will your future be great.&lt;br /&gt;Accept whatever befalls you,&lt;br /&gt;in crushing misfortune be patient;&lt;br /&gt;For in fire gold is tested&lt;br /&gt;and worthy men in the crucible&lt;br /&gt;of humiliation.&lt;br /&gt;TRUST GOD and He will help you,&lt;br /&gt;make straight your ways&lt;br /&gt;and hope in Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, who fear the Lord,&lt;br /&gt;wait for His mercy.&lt;br /&gt;Turn not away lest you fall.&lt;br /&gt;You, who fear the Lord,&lt;br /&gt;trust Him and&lt;br /&gt;your reward will not be lost.&lt;br /&gt;You, who fear the Lord,&lt;br /&gt;hope for good things,&lt;br /&gt;for lasting joy and mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study the generations long past&lt;br /&gt;and understand, has anyone hoped&lt;br /&gt;in the Lord and been disappointed?&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone persevered in His fear&lt;br /&gt;and been forsaken? Has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;anyone&lt;/span&gt; called&lt;br /&gt;upon Him and been rebuffed?&lt;br /&gt;Compassionate and merciful is the Lord,&lt;br /&gt;He forgives sins,&lt;br /&gt;He saves in times of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sirach&lt;/span&gt; 2:1-11]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756700084625536976-1124706143845126559?l=athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1124706143845126559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756700084625536976&amp;postID=1124706143845126559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lord, sometimes You have to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ...  break, so You can rebuild&lt;br /&gt;    ...  wound, so You can heal&lt;br /&gt;    ...  let me walk in darkness,&lt;br /&gt;         so that I see Your light&lt;br /&gt;    ...  let me be confused,&lt;br /&gt;         so I seek Your truth&lt;br /&gt;    ...  let me feel emptiness&lt;br /&gt;         so you can fill me&lt;br /&gt;    ...  let me feel lonely, so I&lt;br /&gt;         can see what a friend You are&lt;br /&gt;    ...  let me learn the hard things,&lt;br /&gt;         so I can be a gentle teacher&lt;br /&gt;    ...  let me be void of feelings,&lt;br /&gt;         so I must walk by faith&lt;br /&gt;    ...  take away my future plans,&lt;br /&gt;         to teach me to live one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;    ...  show me the futility of life,&lt;br /&gt;         so I will see that everything is loss&lt;br /&gt;         compared to the surpassing value&lt;br /&gt;         of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord.&lt;br /&gt;         [Sue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Knepp&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756700084625536976-2031347992358910542?l=athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2031347992358910542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756700084625536976&amp;postID=2031347992358910542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/2031347992358910542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/2031347992358910542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/2008/07/lord-sometimes-you-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756700084625536976.post-4031209736229840330</id><published>2008-07-29T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T07:27:14.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THANKSGIVING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count your blessings instead of crosses;&lt;br /&gt;Count your gain instead of losses.&lt;br /&gt;Count your joys instead of woes;&lt;br /&gt;Count your friends instead of foes.&lt;br /&gt;Count your smiles instead of tears;&lt;br /&gt;Count your courage instead of fears.&lt;br /&gt;Count your full years instead of lean;&lt;br /&gt;Count your kind deeds instead of mean.&lt;br /&gt;Count your health instead of wealth;&lt;br /&gt;Count on God instead of yourself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756700084625536976-4031209736229840330?l=athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4031209736229840330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756700084625536976&amp;postID=4031209736229840330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/4031209736229840330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/4031209736229840330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/2008/07/thanksgiving-count-your-blessings.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756700084625536976.post-6552498511512594894</id><published>2008-07-29T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T07:03:24.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is God's gift to mortal man.&lt;br /&gt;It is that fleeting little span&lt;br /&gt;Between our birth and heaven's door,&lt;br /&gt;Where we begin God's ever more&lt;br /&gt;When time is over.&lt;br /&gt;How then, should we our time employ?&lt;br /&gt;In service or in passing joy?&lt;br /&gt;Can we afford to throw away&lt;br /&gt;And squander time in passing play -&lt;br /&gt;O men of clay?&lt;br /&gt;[Neighbor]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756700084625536976-6552498511512594894?l=athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6552498511512594894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756700084625536976.post-8346616522439294103</id><published>2008-07-29T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T06:53:07.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LESSONS TO LEARN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take time to work&lt;br /&gt;It is the price of success.&lt;br /&gt;Take time to think&lt;br /&gt;It is the source of power.&lt;br /&gt;Take time to play&lt;br /&gt;It is the secret of youth.&lt;br /&gt;Take time to read&lt;br /&gt;It is the foundation of knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;Take time to worship&lt;br /&gt;It is the highway of reverence.&lt;br /&gt;Take time to help and enjoy friends&lt;br /&gt;It is the source of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Take time to love&lt;br /&gt;It is the one sacrament of life.&lt;br /&gt;Take time to dream&lt;br /&gt;It hitches the soul to the stars.&lt;br /&gt;Take time to pray&lt;br /&gt;It helps bring Christ near.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756700084625536976-8346616522439294103?l=athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithpriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8346616522439294103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756700084625536976&amp;postID=8346616522439294103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/8346616522439294103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756700084625536976/posts/default/8346616522439294103'/><link rel='alternate' 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