tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83796227451353812872024-03-05T00:27:52.931-07:00more than...nina michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10457961914865221843noreply@blogger.comBlogger132125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379622745135381287.post-82183648821736523772012-10-31T17:04:00.001-06:002012-10-31T17:04:57.315-06:00Happy Birthday Emma.... <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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nina michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10457961914865221843noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379622745135381287.post-86445881569922751492011-11-10T22:29:00.000-07:002011-11-10T22:29:33.111-07:00sending out love to the universei miss singing this lullaby to my babies on the weekends they are here. so even though, my lovelies, i have not tucked you in tightly tonight and stroked your hair, i am going to send it out to the universe and pray that you hear it in your hearts. if i could i would fix everything and soothe you and heal you, but until that day comes, close your eyes little ones and listen...<br />
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i have no label for it. no compassion for it. no justification for it. no intellectual understanding of it. it just makes me shake my head. i saw a man walk passed a man standing outside the grocery store the other day as i was driving into the driveway. the man standing was asking for a job, money or a prayer. the other man clipped him with his shoulder and called him "a piece of shit". i don't understand it. i didn't have a job or money for that man but i always have a prayer. but in my opinion the cruel jerk needed the prayer more than the soul holding the sign. i prayed separate and sincerely compassionate prayers for both of them. <br />
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unprovoked cruelty, cruelty meant to provoke... i have resolved on a personal level, with the personal cruelty i deal with that retaliation of any kind is just cruelty dressed in justification clothes. still cruelty but with an excuse. its still cruelty even if you dress it up. some feel provocation is all they need, in fact, they wait in hope for it but it really isn't a "get out of jail free card". cruelty stands alone and we decide what we will do with it once it is fired at us. i have chosen what i want to do with it. it takes practice, perhaps indefinitely, perhaps forever. i cannot give my energy to cruelty in my life. i choose to recognize it and to let it go.<br />
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<span class="body">Cruelty is, perhaps, the worst kid of sin. Intellectual cruelty is certainly the worst kind of cruelty.</span> <br />
<span class="bodybold"><a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/g/gilbertkc138553.html">Gilbert K. Chesterton</a> </span><br />
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<span class="bodybold"><span class="body"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">Cruelty might be very human, and it might be cultural, but it's not acceptable.</span></span> <br />
<span class="bodybold"><a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/j/jodiefoste384846.html"><span style="color: #0000cc; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"><strong>Jodie Foster</strong></span></a><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"> </span></strong></span></span><br />
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<span class="bodybold"><span class="bodybold"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"><span class="body">Cruelty towards others is always also cruelty towards ourselves.</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"> </span><span class="bodybold"><a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/p/paultillic383301.html"><strong><span style="color: #0000cc;">Paul Tillich</span></strong></a><strong> </strong></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="bodybold"><span class="bodybold"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"><span class="bodybold"><span class="body">Cruelty would be delicious if one could only find some sort of cruelty that didn't really hurt.</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"> </span><span class="bodybold"><a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/g/georgebern138554.html"><strong><span style="color: #0000cc;">George Bernard Shaw</span></strong></a><strong> </strong></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="bodybold"><span class="bodybold"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"><span class="bodybold"><span class="bodybold"><span class="body">My doctrine is this, that if we see cruelty or wrong that we have the power to stop, and do nothing, we make ourselves sharers in the guilt.</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"> </span><span class="bodybold"><a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/a/annasewell169992.html"><span style="color: #0000cc;"><strong>Anna Sewell</strong></span></a><strong> </strong></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="bodybold"><span class="bodybold"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"><span class="bodybold"><span class="bodybold"><span class="body">Now I say that with cruelty and oppression it is everybody's business to interfere when they see it.</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"> </span><span class="bodybold"><a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/a/annasewell169994.html"><span style="color: #0000cc;"><strong>Anna Sewell</strong></span></a><strong> </strong></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="bodybold"><span class="bodybold"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"><span class="bodybold"><span class="bodybold"><span class="bodybold"><span class="body">The impulse to cruelty is, in many people, almost as violent as the impulse to sexual love - almost as violent and much more mischievous.</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"> </span><span class="bodybold"><a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/a/aldoushuxl402473.html"><strong><span style="color: #0000cc;">Aldous Huxley</span></strong></a><strong> </strong></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="bodybold"><span class="bodybold"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"><span class="bodybold"><span class="bodybold"><span class="bodybold"><span class="body">The infliction of cruelty with a good conscience is a delight to moralists. That is why they invented Hell.</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"> </span><span class="bodybold"><a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/b/bertrandru387286.html"><span style="color: #0000cc;"><strong>Bertrand Russell</strong></span></a><strong> </strong></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="bodybold"><span class="bodybold"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"><span class="bodybold"><span class="bodybold"><span class="bodybold"><span class="bodybold"><span class="body">The truth doesn't have to do with cruelty, the truth has to do with mercy.</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"> </span><span class="bodybold"><a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/k/kenkesey364922.html"><strong><span style="color: #0000cc;">Ken Kesey</span></strong></a><strong> </strong></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="bodybold"><span class="bodybold"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"><span class="bodybold"><span class="bodybold"><span class="bodybold"><span class="bodybold"><span class="bodybold"><span class="body">The ultimate tragedy is not the oppression and cruelty by the bad people but the silence over that by the good people.</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"> </span><span class="bodybold"><a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/m/martinluth390143.html"><strong><span style="color: #0000cc;">Martin Luther King, Jr.</span></strong></a><strong> </strong></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="bodybold"><span class="bodybold"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"><span class="bodybold"><span class="bodybold"><span class="bodybold"><span class="bodybold"><span class="bodybold"><span class="bodybold"><span class="body">To insult someone we call him "bestial." For deliberate cruelty and nature, "human" might be the greater insult.</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"> </span><span class="bodybold"><a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/i/isaacasimo104040.html"><strong><span style="color: #0000cc;">Isaac Asimov</span></strong></a><strong> </strong></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="bodybold"><span class="bodybold"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"><span class="bodybold"><span class="bodybold"><span class="bodybold"><span class="bodybold"><span class="bodybold"><span class="bodybold"><span class="bodybold"><span class="body">Where does discipline end? Where does cruelty begin? Somewhere between these, thousands of children inhabit a voiceless hell.</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"> </span><span class="bodybold"><a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/f/francoisma162561.html"><strong><span style="color: #0000cc;">Francois Mauriac</span></strong></a><strong> </strong></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>nina michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10457961914865221843noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379622745135381287.post-72806264277779362032011-10-24T06:29:00.000-06:002011-10-24T06:29:05.808-06:00thriller millers rise from the spooky undead...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWrLXo-EtgkgefMO7Sju7LqDyRiTvA8IhwjdBIab2T1iS05_gnMdBWCSX189qvU4xpRmZeerQhzSYvVMvf917m66jy35UU4ZIgRriZ7dRwwWTuSeeU9NcAO6V8exmCSSV_x3WdmTDXARuF/s1600/halloween2+007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" rda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWrLXo-EtgkgefMO7Sju7LqDyRiTvA8IhwjdBIab2T1iS05_gnMdBWCSX189qvU4xpRmZeerQhzSYvVMvf917m66jy35UU4ZIgRriZ7dRwwWTuSeeU9NcAO6V8exmCSSV_x3WdmTDXARuF/s640/halloween2+007.jpg" width="424" /></a></div>nina michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10457961914865221843noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379622745135381287.post-77610223341747901442011-10-23T09:08:00.001-06:002011-10-23T09:15:28.305-06:00if you keep your eyes open you will find it in the strangest places...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixWODFNOk2JZnT_6WHviDRrUR_BPeT3H6bYiWpJslZhP_1ahRR83bkHHmxwQer3ZYaZU4gZbUYh2t94A2lmRftNQ08derFj1yghBYj9PGaj3CrU0s5R3i4FDGp9IzpbyR6We_XZiEaQXaa/s1600/redemption.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" rda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixWODFNOk2JZnT_6WHviDRrUR_BPeT3H6bYiWpJslZhP_1ahRR83bkHHmxwQer3ZYaZU4gZbUYh2t94A2lmRftNQ08derFj1yghBYj9PGaj3CrU0s5R3i4FDGp9IzpbyR6We_XZiEaQXaa/s640/redemption.jpg" width="558" /></a></div>nina michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10457961914865221843noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379622745135381287.post-14316892206531422492011-10-20T16:27:00.001-06:002011-10-20T16:30:14.500-06:00first, i want the edited words back into the song. then....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/_1hgVcNzvzY/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_1hgVcNzvzY&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_1hgVcNzvzY&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">then i want to get off my ass and out of my fears and start up my photography business. not to make millions but to do it because it brings me joy. i want to become the eclectic old woman who you are not sure is 40 or 60 years old. i want my fair share of my body back. no one took it from me mind you, i just let it walk out the door and blamed it on everyone and everything else but me. i don't need rib removal or liposuction. i don't want a partner less than 10 years younger than me. so there is no need to go all "Cher" on the single ladies. Besides that i don't think i have the energy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">we rage against the machines in the beginning of our age</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">we writhe in pain, we take the stage or put our pen to the page</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">new ideals, new beliefs in our inevitable naivite'</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">we strike out on our journey as if our footsteps lead the way.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">surprised now as we sit here looking back </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">we ponder all our seeking and how much more now we lack</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">we speak of "when", we pour the wine and raise our aging cups</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">but i wonder friends, the wisdom we sought will let us soon grow up.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> the authentic self is really our only path we have to find salvation... so many of us are desperately trying to find ourselves... without being whole we can never be a part of a half...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">each time i hear this song it brings me another "gift". thoughts of how singular our lives are. how connected we all can be. how important that odd connection is. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> singular, we want to be complete. we want to be good company to ourselves. we want to amuse ourselves in our own heads and experiences. we want memories to be like a warm dip into the hot springs. acceptance and happiness instead of regrets or loneliness for what is gone or greediness because it didn't last as long as we wanted it to. or sadness because in the singularity we find ourselves, we feel an empty instead of a blessing.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">we get so tied up in day to day "have to's" that we lose pieces of ourselves. or we forget them, thinking that we can find them again when and if we have the time. every now and then we think back and wonder where did i go? i really liked me then. now i don't even know me. sometimes it takes so long to remember, that we are not even sure it is really us we are remembering. perhaps it was a dream of what we needed to be exactly how we wanted to be but knew we couldn't really be.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">family and friends. i grew up in the LDS church and had the "families are forever" mantra drilled into my head from the moment i walked through the threshold of the 5th ward. i never learned to think of forever. life changes too much, too fast. how could anything last forever? i never could wrap my head around that belief. friends disappear, die, lovers dissolve, seasons betray me. i am 50 next year, do you know i still naively believe in the endless summer? i am so stunned as i look out the window and see the trees changing colors and settling down for the winter to come. i am doing that as i speak, beautiful yellow with a back drop of still green trees. I sip my wine in disbelief. and ponder things i can't express.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">children. they are the most wonderful experiences i have or will ever have in my life. yet with every day you teach them to learn to live without you, away from you, singular and hopefully whole in their singularity. when i think about them, i miss every single day of their lives. every laugh, every tear and i pray. i pray that they are on their own journey of self. i pray that there will be more times that i share with them to add to my book of memories. but forever just doesn't fit inside the cover of the book of my life. even the bible has a back cover.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We gathered sticks from around the pond and spent 2 hours building the long house in the craft room. we also took two pretend flickering candles and glued kindling around them so you can see the flickering when the lights are down.... tonight we do the poster board and a Bannock Indian legend. </div>nina michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10457961914865221843noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379622745135381287.post-39204452141569482262011-10-08T14:46:00.000-06:002011-10-08T14:46:19.016-06:00boo 2 u!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Tnf65kP5sybLIq9N7tXdJOgqwt4Ho_qaaah7aNQvXsiHpg8UCD5Cnb56CB-1CNRSvvdZmGIYgBsUbZdVstjvbnCS1Kr9gr9Tc1L10jNM-OMsyke94QSKRJn7L8dw8Gvt7FxWFyWpV3tU/s1600/halloweencostumes+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" kca="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Tnf65kP5sybLIq9N7tXdJOgqwt4Ho_qaaah7aNQvXsiHpg8UCD5Cnb56CB-1CNRSvvdZmGIYgBsUbZdVstjvbnCS1Kr9gr9Tc1L10jNM-OMsyke94QSKRJn7L8dw8Gvt7FxWFyWpV3tU/s640/halloweencostumes+003.jpg" width="424" /></a></div>nina michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10457961914865221843noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379622745135381287.post-8636971690532060262011-10-07T21:04:00.000-06:002011-10-07T21:04:51.603-06:00bits and pieces...<span style="font-size: large;">when i first moved out of my parents home my mother put a radio in my old room and cranked it all day and closed the door. she told me one day when i came to visit, "i have missed the music blaring from your room for 15 years that made it impossible for your father and i to watch tv". i laughed and thought her just a silly woman.... cute but weird.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">i walked passed the girls room tonight and they had turned on the radio and promptly left the room to do something else. i usually call after them and make them come back and turn it off but i had a flash of my cute but weird mother and suddenly understood the "empty" that suddenly wasn't there after a long 2 week stretch from my time with my babies. i get it. i think i might just leave that radio on next tuesday morning... </span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>sometimes they are like branches waiting in the distance. you leap from one branch and with faith you reach out and believe that the next hand hold will be there when you close your hand to grab it.</strong> </div><br />
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tonight the sky was speckled with dense clouds. stars peeked through but were quickly hidden again. i wondered if any of my prayers or worries and thoughts could ever filter up through the maze and make it into the universe where i really needed them to be. <br />
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i listened to the life quieting down around me. students coming home, people taking out the trash as their last chore of the night. a baby giggling and then crying as it's mother finally pulled him/her away from splashing in the water.<br />
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a night like any other night, yet unique it is own way and never to be exactly the same again. i wonder if my prayers are lost in the clouds to be silenced tonight, or will they break free for the messages to blanket the world around me.nina michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10457961914865221843noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379622745135381287.post-4461723364592072572011-09-24T23:42:00.000-06:002011-09-24T23:42:29.463-06:00last prayer lantern of the season...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3C4RgG41MtB_ZqKSWPytcMftzA5zt57W8Ex7xM9DM-Kt2LnI89oh-aPGct96-OPlvIsO8_AnnTDYbLZvEpzVHBRPSaoo8vr7r08gRnajsbzwZ_x0o6dUF0lVnGUlcVERokoWLgbTLaEEz/s1600/chinese+lanterns+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hca="true" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3C4RgG41MtB_ZqKSWPytcMftzA5zt57W8Ex7xM9DM-Kt2LnI89oh-aPGct96-OPlvIsO8_AnnTDYbLZvEpzVHBRPSaoo8vr7r08gRnajsbzwZ_x0o6dUF0lVnGUlcVERokoWLgbTLaEEz/s640/chinese+lanterns+004.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>nina michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10457961914865221843noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379622745135381287.post-25537586360201484652011-09-22T00:55:00.003-06:002011-09-22T13:18:26.476-06:00God is there...<span lang="EN"><strong><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Dedicated to our loving God<br />
Boise United Church of Christ<br />
Copyright ninamichelle , 2011</span></strong><br />
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god is in the minutes <br />
in the seconds <br />
in the <b>hours</b> …<br />
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god is in the afternoon sun or perhaps <br />
a fleeting ray on a cloudy day… <br />
god is in an aging garden as much as <br />
in the bud of the <b>flowers…</b><br />
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god does not always break your silence <br />
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perhaps its good to keep in <b>mind</b> <br />
He might be inside it <br />
waiting for you to <b>find </b><br />
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<b> </b>god is in the words we speak and <br />
in those we choose to hold <b>back</b>, <br />
maybe there is a second when we think perhaps <br />
this will hurt more than fill in the empty, <br />
if the conversation <b>lacks... </b><br />
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<b> </b>god is in our achievements <br />
no matter how small... <br />
or large there is no difference between the minutes after <br />
we realize we <b>did it </b><br />
<b> </b>He's there you’ll <b>see it </b><br />
if you <b>need it </b><br />
you'll <b>feel it.... </b><br />
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<b> </b>god is in the hours <br />
calendar days, <b>tick tock </b>of the <b>clock </b>He is there to encourage, <br />
to comfort, to bridge the gap of whatever <br />
you're <b>missing... </b><br />
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<b> </b>god is in the minutes <br />
in the seconds <br />
in the hours... <br />
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He is there to be heard<br />
if you are <b>listening...</b></span>nina michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10457961914865221843noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379622745135381287.post-90940426517762383352011-09-20T12:26:00.000-06:002011-09-20T12:26:10.298-06:00<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k7X7sZzSXYs&feature=player_embedded">thanks ms. rebecca...</a>nina michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10457961914865221843noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379622745135381287.post-59897146313199445982011-09-15T22:20:00.000-06:002011-09-15T22:20:21.596-06:00morning moon<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjONaYRVD0HRbeNh-Ljltuf5suSqhf6nmJ8fxRZPkgDj1hXHpXNgU2oKzmx0-yyUrCyeES8uAx5X_tELfroSrLFnt0UoOO1oRlfICedJ4Ypzq1ATxnaLHxisPBhXu1c4QxQY6YJRx5WC2eZ/s1600/morning+moon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" rba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjONaYRVD0HRbeNh-Ljltuf5suSqhf6nmJ8fxRZPkgDj1hXHpXNgU2oKzmx0-yyUrCyeES8uAx5X_tELfroSrLFnt0UoOO1oRlfICedJ4Ypzq1ATxnaLHxisPBhXu1c4QxQY6YJRx5WC2eZ/s640/morning+moon.jpg" width="424" /></a></div>nina michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10457961914865221843noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379622745135381287.post-19612929852935813912011-09-14T16:38:00.000-06:002011-09-14T16:38:45.968-06:00rip....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7qrcRxsESgMqrFmnwIWZUjj3tsi9008BvWMeaxbFiO0iiqXpGdJnb5ujauCMT3bUhFpraFjtL6Bad3DVsS2Z1Nsre-9XTJ8Ya0XmjXToH4aDFTVm33SK9xoXpzYoBhGSUxl6ESVlLXGfq/s1600/be+happy+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" rba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7qrcRxsESgMqrFmnwIWZUjj3tsi9008BvWMeaxbFiO0iiqXpGdJnb5ujauCMT3bUhFpraFjtL6Bad3DVsS2Z1Nsre-9XTJ8Ya0XmjXToH4aDFTVm33SK9xoXpzYoBhGSUxl6ESVlLXGfq/s400/be+happy+001.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">chalk nazis have taken away one of our artistic outlets. neighbors and friends will be bummed as well. it was fun to see grown ups knocking on the door to borrow the 3-D glasses to inspect their own spontaneous art. i am pleased to have been part of bringing people together and giving them an outlet for a little while. there are other sidewalks to be found. spontaneous art certainly won't die but it is sad to see the project come to an end. thanks to everyone who stopped by and put a little of your personality outside of our door. it was good for you and it was certainly good for us.</div>nina michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10457961914865221843noreply@blogger.com0