<?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-4088553035367441489</id><updated>2012-02-12T17:19:53.222-08:00</updated><category term='Inspirational'/><category term='Father&apos;s Day'/><category term='Christian'/><category term='NewYear Blog'/><category term='Birds'/><title type='text'>My blog/blob</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088553035367441489.post-284879284794723923</id><published>2012-02-12T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T17:19:53.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart to Owl</title><content type='html'>Last week when heading out the door to wait for my grandson bus to arrive we notice this heart on my daughter's car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9DVp3tZNyOQ/Tzhg-MbRoII/AAAAAAAAAPw/zyEzVg77Cfw/s400/DSCF9868%2Ba.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708419149295886466" /&gt;The next day the heart had turned into an owl. I love it when God draws a picture for me. I almost feel like He was giving me a Valentine. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AtSDZeVoMuc/TzhhIbebsmI/AAAAAAAAAP8/CEV0zcyiOSg/s400/DSCF9879%2Ba.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708419325134352994" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each day I look forward to finding His little gifts that He leaves for me to take pictures of. Someone once told me that it didn't take much to make me happy. That I found joy in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;simpleness&lt;/span&gt; of things. Well they were right. Little things in life does bring joy to my heart. I hope today you find joy in the simple things God does for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088553035367441489-284879284794723923?l=dumbosdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/284879284794723923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/02/heart-to-owl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/284879284794723923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/284879284794723923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/02/heart-to-owl.html' title='Heart to Owl'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9DVp3tZNyOQ/Tzhg-MbRoII/AAAAAAAAAPw/zyEzVg77Cfw/s72-c/DSCF9868%2Ba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088553035367441489.post-6601459740153941004</id><published>2012-02-11T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T19:45:05.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Your Sweetheart?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cCw8VJHC0sg/Tzcyh6L9Q-I/AAAAAAAAAPk/mvL6gpRH-Ps/s1600/DSCF4538%2Ba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cCw8VJHC0sg/Tzcyh6L9Q-I/AAAAAAAAAPk/mvL6gpRH-Ps/s400/DSCF4538%2Ba.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708086610851873762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who's your sweetheart. What name would you carve into the heart on the tree? This is the weekend that we all do things around the concept of love and relationships. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What will you be doing to show that someone how much you really care? Cards, candies and flowers are the norm. How about doing something unexpected? Use your imagination and find that one thing they would never dream you would do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It could be something funny or something serious. The ball is in your court.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would be interested in hearing some of your stories. I am trying to find one for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Valentine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088553035367441489-6601459740153941004?l=dumbosdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6601459740153941004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/02/whos-your-sweetheart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/6601459740153941004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/6601459740153941004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/02/whos-your-sweetheart.html' title='Who&apos;s Your Sweetheart?'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cCw8VJHC0sg/Tzcyh6L9Q-I/AAAAAAAAAPk/mvL6gpRH-Ps/s72-c/DSCF4538%2Ba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088553035367441489.post-8792407307691394594</id><published>2012-02-10T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T19:59:46.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Thin Ice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pRD0cxqZu6U/TzXklrK3oRI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ux3DFIoKqV0/s1600/DSCF8830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pRD0cxqZu6U/TzXklrK3oRI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ux3DFIoKqV0/s400/DSCF8830.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707719438656577810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;You ever heard the expression "You are standing on thin ice"? That is what these geese are doing. It was fun watching them come in for a landing and slipping all over the place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once they got their bearings they did something I had never seen. They would lay down on the ice until the warmth of their bodies caused the ice to break. One by one they would plop into the pond. Then they started to peck at the ice creating a path to swim through. Little by little they had several openings to swim around in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometime life can be as hard as ice. I get so overwhelmed at all the things that demands my attention. Between the house, work and church obligations I find myself slipping all around the ice. If I chip at these things little by little I can see a hole in the ice. Only than can I hope to clear a path for me to move around. Today I am going to take it one peck at a time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088553035367441489-8792407307691394594?l=dumbosdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8792407307691394594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/02/on-thin-ice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/8792407307691394594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/8792407307691394594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/02/on-thin-ice.html' title='On Thin Ice'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pRD0cxqZu6U/TzXklrK3oRI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ux3DFIoKqV0/s72-c/DSCF8830.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088553035367441489.post-9080888375194544839</id><published>2012-02-09T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T20:41:58.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Path</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k9r3gHA8yAY/TzSdtI-4FoI/AAAAAAAAAPM/AkUllUUm5C4/s1600/DSCF0711_174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k9r3gHA8yAY/TzSdtI-4FoI/AAAAAAAAAPM/AkUllUUm5C4/s400/DSCF0711_174.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707360026616141442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;The path you choose can be a difficult one when you have to do it alone. It seems long and never ending. If you step off the path you fall into danger that causes a life time of pain and misery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The good news is that you don't have to take it alone. There are friends who are willing to stand beside you and guide you. They will pick you up when you fall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The greatest of these friends is found in Jesus. He is there both day and night. He direct our path and never walks away even in the hardest of times. He holds our hands and lights the way in the dark. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I am thankful for my family, my friends and most of all for Jesus. May I always stay on the path He has laid for me and not stray off it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088553035367441489-9080888375194544839?l=dumbosdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/9080888375194544839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/02/path.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/9080888375194544839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/9080888375194544839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/02/path.html' title='The Path'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k9r3gHA8yAY/TzSdtI-4FoI/AAAAAAAAAPM/AkUllUUm5C4/s72-c/DSCF0711_174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088553035367441489.post-3044729547355842811</id><published>2012-02-08T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T09:33:40.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J35vXNQDcFg/TzKtLpdOPdI/AAAAAAAAAPA/jFvVMqgmkR0/s1600/100_2741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J35vXNQDcFg/TzKtLpdOPdI/AAAAAAAAAPA/jFvVMqgmkR0/s400/100_2741.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706814093450427858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all need to find that quiet place where we can get away from it all and just be in the presence of God. My favorite place is out in nature. I can't think of a better place to be than by a stream listening to the water running. It helps me to relax and renew my strength to face whatever problems that has come my way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I spend time by myself, I can see things more clearly. God helps me to come up with a plan to tackle the problems head-on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there a quiet place that you can go to? It doesn't have to be outside your own home. I have had to spend time in the bathroom with the door tightly shut to get some quiet time. Along soak in the bath can do the trick sometime. I have gone to the bedroom and hid under the blanket. If that is what it would take for you to get some quiet time do it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today fine somewhere that is all your own. Talk to God. Listen. Together you can find the answers that you are seeking. That is what I am going to do today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088553035367441489-3044729547355842811?l=dumbosdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3044729547355842811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/02/quiet-place.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/3044729547355842811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/3044729547355842811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/02/quiet-place.html' title='Quiet Place'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J35vXNQDcFg/TzKtLpdOPdI/AAAAAAAAAPA/jFvVMqgmkR0/s72-c/100_2741.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088553035367441489.post-8978669449438092003</id><published>2012-02-07T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T07:45:48.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EWed1JgCr_I/TzFDj4G7BwI/AAAAAAAAAO0/HoThTdy5G-E/s1600/100_7200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EWed1JgCr_I/TzFDj4G7BwI/AAAAAAAAAO0/HoThTdy5G-E/s320/100_7200.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706416486491031298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5m2eKWhyDdw/TzFDM-JZZII/AAAAAAAAAOo/dBPcbLCUAqE/s1600/100_7241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5m2eKWhyDdw/TzFDM-JZZII/AAAAAAAAAOo/dBPcbLCUAqE/s320/100_7241.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706416092975031426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember the blizzard? There was so much snow that many of us were unable to go to work or leave our homes. To make matters worse it was one snow storm after another. We had close to 30 inches after all was said and done. When I set out to capture some pictures I came across this patch of grass. It was like that little sun on a stick melted the snow away. It was the only green spot around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometime when we are in the blizzards of life we just need to look around to the Son of God and see that little spot in our life that He has melted. There is hope that all will get back to normal after the storm. Maybe we might find things are better. If we take the time to remember when we saw signs of God in the past, we can remember how he help us through it. Today the sky is blue, the sun is out and I am going to enjoy it until the next storm comes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088553035367441489-8978669449438092003?l=dumbosdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8978669449438092003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/02/remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/8978669449438092003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/8978669449438092003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/02/remember.html' title='Remember'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EWed1JgCr_I/TzFDj4G7BwI/AAAAAAAAAO0/HoThTdy5G-E/s72-c/100_7200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088553035367441489.post-5413247845353537862</id><published>2012-02-06T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T19:35:35.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Odd Looking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J55EA5E2E_0/TzCXolK8hZI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Stqra1C-eSE/s1600/101_0427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J55EA5E2E_0/TzCXolK8hZI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Stqra1C-eSE/s320/101_0427.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706227451307001234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I notice the other day how odd looking the legs of the Red-bellied Woodpecker were. They are shorter than other birds and come out the side of the body. They looked funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet when he is on the tree trunk I notice they serve him well when he is pecking away on the branches. He is able to cling to the tree with no problem. I guess God knew what He was doing when He made the legs of tree hugging birds short with long toes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God has made each of us with the right parts to serve Him well. We are beautifully made whether we are short, tall, skinny or big. even what color our skin is. He has equipped us to do the task at hand. I made be odd looking to some. But I know I am beautiful to God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088553035367441489-5413247845353537862?l=dumbosdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5413247845353537862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/02/odd-looking.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/5413247845353537862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/5413247845353537862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/02/odd-looking.html' title='Odd Looking'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J55EA5E2E_0/TzCXolK8hZI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Stqra1C-eSE/s72-c/101_0427.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088553035367441489.post-8642780346984674722</id><published>2012-02-05T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T09:39:29.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crystallized</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H9rIiJLE0dU/Ty66vbQPFoI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/PODjHME4nYY/s1600/FH040021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H9rIiJLE0dU/Ty66vbQPFoI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/PODjHME4nYY/s320/FH040021.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705703101857470082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One Morning I work up to my car being crystallized. The patterns were too beautiful. I had to run back into the House to grab my camera and take these pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7KI-j1QYf4k/Ty66kYi4pyI/AAAAAAAAAOE/eHUpVNS9980/s1600/FH040020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7KI-j1QYf4k/Ty66kYi4pyI/AAAAAAAAAOE/eHUpVNS9980/s320/FH040020.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705702912151824162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Whenever I can I look for unique patterns. Things that only God could create. His works of art cannot be compared to anything I could create. When he can take a dirty old car and make it a work of art I know he can make me a work of art also. Nothing is impossible with God. I look forward to being crystallized. This old body sure needs a work over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088553035367441489-8642780346984674722?l=dumbosdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8642780346984674722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/02/crystallized.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/8642780346984674722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/8642780346984674722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/02/crystallized.html' title='Crystallized'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H9rIiJLE0dU/Ty66vbQPFoI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/PODjHME4nYY/s72-c/FH040021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088553035367441489.post-8899270452874929689</id><published>2012-02-04T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T11:25:07.473-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birds'/><title type='text'>Flight of the Birds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qUE5-PC2mNo/Ty12UDoLIBI/AAAAAAAAAN4/UbaTmSpUAXI/s1600/DSCF9663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qUE5-PC2mNo/Ty12UDoLIBI/AAAAAAAAAN4/UbaTmSpUAXI/s400/DSCF9663.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705346389891555346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the past several days my grandson and I got to witness an awesome sight. The flight of the birds. They seems to go on forever as they past over our home. This is a yearly event. The question that crosses my mind is why don't we see them return this way? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I tried something new. I was going to post a short video of the flight. It took a long time for the video to download. Actually it never downloaded uploaded or got posted. Something new I have to learn now. How to post a video.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Video aside it still was a cool thing to witness. I never stop being amazed by the work of the Lord. I love watching His creations in action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I hope the Lord enjoy seeing His creation in me. That I bring a smile to His face. This is what I inspire to do each day. I want this to be my daily event not a yearly one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088553035367441489-8899270452874929689?l=dumbosdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8899270452874929689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/02/flight-of-birds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/8899270452874929689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/8899270452874929689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/02/flight-of-birds.html' title='Flight of the Birds'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qUE5-PC2mNo/Ty12UDoLIBI/AAAAAAAAAN4/UbaTmSpUAXI/s72-c/DSCF9663.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088553035367441489.post-6982695774049615412</id><published>2012-02-03T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T10:07:24.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O9miPpeGCio/Tywf4uTBy8I/AAAAAAAAANs/cqbro3bt87g/s1600/DSCF1045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O9miPpeGCio/Tywf4uTBy8I/AAAAAAAAANs/cqbro3bt87g/s400/DSCF1045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704969887332551618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is the pattern that catches my eyes not so much the subject. I love the way this plant curls. The curl reminded me how my hair use to curl when I was young. Now I have to use curlers to bring about the same result.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is funny how much you miss the simple things in life. Life was so much simpler during my youth. When did life get so hard?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one thing that is still simple for me to do. Turn to God for the answers. He still make life a little bit easier for me when I seek His guidance. I can get back some of the simple enjoyments of life. Like curls in my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088553035367441489-6982695774049615412?l=dumbosdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6982695774049615412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/02/curls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/6982695774049615412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/6982695774049615412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/02/curls.html' title='Curls'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O9miPpeGCio/Tywf4uTBy8I/AAAAAAAAANs/cqbro3bt87g/s72-c/DSCF1045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088553035367441489.post-7425403353818771090</id><published>2012-02-02T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T09:26:37.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song Sparrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--6SRbr2uF4c/TyrFN8m2MII/AAAAAAAAANg/CQkuZetIhdc/s1600/100_7833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--6SRbr2uF4c/TyrFN8m2MII/AAAAAAAAANg/CQkuZetIhdc/s400/100_7833.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704588721416188034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Notice how the song sparrow sits out in the open to sing his melody. He is facing up as if he know that his creator is listening to the pleasant song. He can sing as many as 20 different tunes. There is not a day that goes by that he doesn't sing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder how many days goes by before I sing to the Lord. My voice is not great. Yet I know that He would hear the same sweet melody that the sparrow sings. It is what is in my heart that makes the song special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I want to lift my voice in song and praises, out in the open, for all to see and hear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088553035367441489-7425403353818771090?l=dumbosdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7425403353818771090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/02/song-sparrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/7425403353818771090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/7425403353818771090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/02/song-sparrow.html' title='Song Sparrow'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--6SRbr2uF4c/TyrFN8m2MII/AAAAAAAAANg/CQkuZetIhdc/s72-c/100_7833.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088553035367441489.post-1672839439724770048</id><published>2012-02-01T20:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T20:23:34.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunrise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QNvnOEOxX9c/TyoMD9y38yI/AAAAAAAAANU/Xh8t1PuQXS8/s1600/DSCF8821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704385140285240098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QNvnOEOxX9c/TyoMD9y38yI/AAAAAAAAANU/Xh8t1PuQXS8/s400/DSCF8821.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a treat it was waking up to the sky being so red. I love sunrises just as much as sunsets. I love cloudy days as well as clear blue skies. I just love nature. It is always ever changing.&lt;br /&gt;Each sunrise we get to start our day anew. Leaving behind the mistakes of yesterday we get a fresh start to do it right. It is not always easy letting go of the past. But we have to if we ever hope to move forward.&lt;br /&gt;There are many regrets in my life. Things I wish I could do over. But I can't. What I can do is start each day with God and try my best to get it right. Today I will enjoy God's creations. Today I will move forward and not look back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088553035367441489-1672839439724770048?l=dumbosdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1672839439724770048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/02/sunrise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/1672839439724770048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/1672839439724770048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/02/sunrise.html' title='Sunrise'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QNvnOEOxX9c/TyoMD9y38yI/AAAAAAAAANU/Xh8t1PuQXS8/s72-c/DSCF8821.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088553035367441489.post-5050350560945765397</id><published>2012-01-31T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T14:10:14.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hang Out On a Limb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3VVEB0YfLeo/TyhgkyPCiFI/AAAAAAAAANI/i1kkaDEEtxU/s1600/100_8820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703915113141143634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3VVEB0YfLeo/TyhgkyPCiFI/AAAAAAAAANI/i1kkaDEEtxU/s400/100_8820.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was impress at how far the squirrel would hang out on a limb to get some food. I was sure he would fall to the ground at any moment. But he didn't. He just hung out there and enjoyed his meal.&lt;br /&gt;Sometime I am just as impress with people and how far they will go to get what they are after. Whether it is for the good or the bad they will do anything to get it.&lt;br /&gt;There are time that I find myself doing things I would not normally do to get to the next stage of my life. I am not saying that I would do something bad or against the law. But I would do things not expected of me.&lt;br /&gt;What I want to be known for however is how far I would go to serve Jesus. How I would hang out on a limb to please Him. I would risk falling to the ground on my face if that is what it would take to honor Him.&lt;br /&gt;It is nice to know that I do not have to do that. Jesus did take the fall and hung on His limbs for me. There is nothing more that I could do but give my life completely over to Him. Today I am hanging out on a limb for Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088553035367441489-5050350560945765397?l=dumbosdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5050350560945765397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/hang-out-on-limb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/5050350560945765397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/5050350560945765397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/hang-out-on-limb.html' title='Hang Out On a Limb'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3VVEB0YfLeo/TyhgkyPCiFI/AAAAAAAAANI/i1kkaDEEtxU/s72-c/100_8820.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088553035367441489.post-8232191717234977568</id><published>2012-01-30T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T10:02:58.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cousins/My Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CdcgCHzjAP8/TybWh4VgACI/AAAAAAAAAM8/I7ch_A056xA/s1600/100_4115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CdcgCHzjAP8/TybWh4VgACI/AAAAAAAAAM8/I7ch_A056xA/s400/100_4115.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703481855657902114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Family is family and you can't get rid of them. But there are a few who becomes friends as well. You can tell them anything and you know it is safe. I have a few like that. We share the same views and love for nature. They are the ones who got me into taking pictures. So when they come to visit I have to show off some of my favorite spots for picture taken. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We go on vacation together. We play Words With Friends on Facebook. We call each other with news. I can't imagine what I would do without them in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends and family aside, The best friend I have is Jesus. Without Him in my life I could do nothing. I come to Him with all my prayers and praises. I love showing Him my faith in His directions for me. He has given me the desires of my heart many times over. He is family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today when I do my walk with Jesus, I will be giving thanks for all my family and friends. I will give thanks that I get to be a part of Jesus' family as well. Thank you Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088553035367441489-8232191717234977568?l=dumbosdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8232191717234977568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-cousinsmy-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/8232191717234977568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/8232191717234977568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-cousinsmy-friends.html' title='My Cousins/My Friends'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CdcgCHzjAP8/TybWh4VgACI/AAAAAAAAAM8/I7ch_A056xA/s72-c/100_4115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088553035367441489.post-2274026779484690275</id><published>2012-01-29T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T08:12:19.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5h9YD56q_uo/TyVqqCAnbAI/AAAAAAAAAMw/lUpVcucDXd8/s1600/100_6733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703081773461105666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5h9YD56q_uo/TyVqqCAnbAI/AAAAAAAAAMw/lUpVcucDXd8/s400/100_6733.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When the day is clear and the water is still you can see your reflection in the water. It acts as a mirror. I am always looking for an opportunity to get reflection pictures. It is cool when you can turn a picture around and not be able to tell the different.&lt;br /&gt;Yet when we look at our own reflection we can turn around and forget what we have just seen. We forget the flaws, the imperfections that hinders our life walk with Jesus. We need to turn back around and take a good look at ourselves and ask for guidance.&lt;br /&gt;Today as I take a look in the mirror I will seek Jesus reflection not mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088553035367441489-2274026779484690275?l=dumbosdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2274026779484690275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/reflection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/2274026779484690275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/2274026779484690275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/reflection.html' title='Reflection'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5h9YD56q_uo/TyVqqCAnbAI/AAAAAAAAAMw/lUpVcucDXd8/s72-c/100_6733.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088553035367441489.post-8833799517105742819</id><published>2012-01-28T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T18:57:57.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rare Sighting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gdF-wmoWBX4/TySxKXfMyrI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xR8gMkNcz58/s1600/100_2624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702877819819575986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gdF-wmoWBX4/TySxKXfMyrI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xR8gMkNcz58/s400/100_2624.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While going to the Conowingo Dam to try and get some pictures of the eagles flying around my husband and I came across a rare sighting. It was this peacock. What made it rare was that he was just off the side of the road in the wild. We don't have wild peacock in Maryland.&lt;br /&gt;I found out later that there is a peacock farm off the road a bit. But this did not stop it from being a rare sighting for me.&lt;br /&gt;I love it when God throws out little surprises for me to enjoy. He seems to know when I need a lift me up.&lt;br /&gt;Since I have been going out regularly looking for rare sightings, I find that I am learning more about myself and God plans for me. I am seeing the rare person God has created me to be. When others look to me. I want to instill in them the rare person that God has created in them. More and more each day I see how rare everyone of my family, friends and coworkers are to me. Thank you all for being in my life and giving me the rare opportunity to know you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088553035367441489-8833799517105742819?l=dumbosdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8833799517105742819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/rare-sighting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/8833799517105742819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/8833799517105742819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/rare-sighting.html' title='Rare Sighting'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gdF-wmoWBX4/TySxKXfMyrI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xR8gMkNcz58/s72-c/100_2624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088553035367441489.post-1312891562075896045</id><published>2012-01-27T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T20:30:21.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silhouette</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y5V8jq0Qgko/TyN1mG9QxhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/oePLLpIwTx4/s1600/100_5629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702530850744223250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y5V8jq0Qgko/TyN1mG9QxhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/oePLLpIwTx4/s400/100_5629.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Silhouette pictures are fun to try and take. You don't have to see all the details to get the message you are trying to make through your picture. Not that this picture has a message. But I like the simpleness of it.&lt;br /&gt;Is the morning dove part of the branch? Or does the end of the branch look like a morning dove?&lt;br /&gt;It is the contrast that makes this a fun picture.&lt;br /&gt;Sometime we only see the silhouette of God. We can't see all the detail of Him. The contrast is clearly seen, but the purpose for our life is not. This is easily remedy. By getting more in the word of God the picture become clearer and we start to see the details. Only than can we see the picture the way that God has attended us to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088553035367441489-1312891562075896045?l=dumbosdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1312891562075896045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/silhouette.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/1312891562075896045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/1312891562075896045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/silhouette.html' title='Silhouette'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y5V8jq0Qgko/TyN1mG9QxhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/oePLLpIwTx4/s72-c/100_5629.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088553035367441489.post-5767767684639189042</id><published>2012-01-26T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T10:11:35.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A8JV8nZjvuo/TyGR6WOFLCI/AAAAAAAAAMM/_bh1Ig0IbIk/s1600/New_1_100_5694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701999034810838050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A8JV8nZjvuo/TyGR6WOFLCI/AAAAAAAAAMM/_bh1Ig0IbIk/s400/New_1_100_5694.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the way the turtle in this picture is keeping his eye on the worm.&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel like some one is eyeing you?&lt;br /&gt;It is almost like they are watching every move ready to pouch on you, waiting for you to make a mistake. You search and see no one. Yet you can't shake off the feeling even though there is no one around.&lt;br /&gt;Well, there is someone watching everything you do. Jesus. He is keeping His eyes on you ready to help you through difficult times and good times. He is not like a lion seeking to devour. He is like a brother, friend and savior seeking to guide us on the path we should take.&lt;br /&gt;I take comfort in knowing that I am being watched. I hope that Jesus is pleased with what He is seeing in my life. As you watch me, I hope you see a little bit of Jesus in my actions. I hope you too can take comfort in knowing that someone is watching you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088553035367441489-5767767684639189042?l=dumbosdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5767767684639189042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/watching-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/5767767684639189042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/5767767684639189042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/watching-you.html' title='Watching You'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A8JV8nZjvuo/TyGR6WOFLCI/AAAAAAAAAMM/_bh1Ig0IbIk/s72-c/New_1_100_5694.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088553035367441489.post-7632346134210328796</id><published>2012-01-25T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T11:17:22.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free-loaders</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oT-S3ufkQXY/TyBQgpLTEII/AAAAAAAAAMA/hd8U31EC-So/s1600/DSCF8948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701645649990324354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oT-S3ufkQXY/TyBQgpLTEII/AAAAAAAAAMA/hd8U31EC-So/s400/DSCF8948.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What you see in this picture is a group of canvasbacks and ring-necked ducks swimming together.&lt;br /&gt;What you don't see is that the canvasbacks were hanging around the ring-necks to steal food from them as the ring-necks surface from their dives. It really was funny to see.&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the week the canvasbacks were doing the same things to a group of coots. They were just being a bunch of free-loaders.&lt;br /&gt;There are times in our life that we have to deal with free-loaders. There are times we are the free-loaders.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that way sometimes when I turn to God for my daily needs. It seems like that is all I do is take from God and give nothing back in return. Yet I know that God gives freely and abundantly all that He has. That I can never ask too much of Him or take what He has not given me already. All He ask in return is from me is my love. Starting today, I give you my unconditional love. I don't want to be a free-loader like the canvasbacks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088553035367441489-7632346134210328796?l=dumbosdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7632346134210328796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/free-loaders.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/7632346134210328796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/7632346134210328796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/free-loaders.html' title='Free-loaders'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oT-S3ufkQXY/TyBQgpLTEII/AAAAAAAAAMA/hd8U31EC-So/s72-c/DSCF8948.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088553035367441489.post-4705600446963972282</id><published>2012-01-24T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T10:31:17.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Close-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ASv4O8cI8Sc/Tx70SksBdpI/AAAAAAAAAL0/iRenvZYFUhw/s1600/DSCF5562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701262778220770962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ASv4O8cI8Sc/Tx70SksBdpI/AAAAAAAAAL0/iRenvZYFUhw/s400/DSCF5562.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whenever I can, I get close-ups of squirrels. They are just too cute when they follow me around like lost puppies when I go to the Joppatowne Mariner. Of course they are after the peanuts that I always have in my pocket. But all the same, I think they take good pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Just about anything that God has created is worth taking a picture of. Nature never disappoints me. It doesn't matter what seasons, time of day or weather condition there is, I always look for that shot of the day.&lt;br /&gt;My hope is to encourage others to take time out each day and see the beauty that surrounds us. See through my camera what is out there. Than maybe life will not seem so hopeless. That there is hope beyond myself. That God cares.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088553035367441489-4705600446963972282?l=dumbosdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4705600446963972282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/close-up_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/4705600446963972282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/4705600446963972282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/close-up_24.html' title='Close-up'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ASv4O8cI8Sc/Tx70SksBdpI/AAAAAAAAAL0/iRenvZYFUhw/s72-c/DSCF5562.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088553035367441489.post-4769711211060550326</id><published>2012-01-23T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T08:33:53.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Focus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Se5tKza_V78/Tx2IRAbtr-I/AAAAAAAAALo/blJG_J8c65A/s1600/101_0331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700862529076309986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Se5tKza_V78/Tx2IRAbtr-I/AAAAAAAAALo/blJG_J8c65A/s400/101_0331.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When the camera focuses on the subject in the picture the rest of the picture becomes unfocused. This way the bird in this picture stands out for you to get a better view of it. You see more clearly the details of the subject.&lt;br /&gt;There are times in my life that I lose focus and the picture of my life seems to fade away. I get involved in too many things. Soon I find myself unable to focus on the very thing that God wants me to give my full attention to in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;When this happens , I need to stop what I am doing and refocus my life on God. He needs to be the center of my picture. Everything else needs to fade into the background.&lt;br /&gt;Today I need to put the picture that God has for me out in front. I need to focus on His will for me. Only than will my life get back into focus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088553035367441489-4769711211060550326?l=dumbosdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4769711211060550326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/focus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/4769711211060550326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/4769711211060550326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/focus.html' title='Focus'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Se5tKza_V78/Tx2IRAbtr-I/AAAAAAAAALo/blJG_J8c65A/s72-c/101_0331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088553035367441489.post-323576625342243349</id><published>2012-01-22T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T18:01:54.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intertwined</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru6Pq0Y81UQ/Txy7BiPzM0I/AAAAAAAAALc/OxvsOcN2IKg/s1600/10-30-2007-014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700636863391544130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru6Pq0Y81UQ/Txy7BiPzM0I/AAAAAAAAALc/OxvsOcN2IKg/s400/10-30-2007-014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometime I find beauty in the most unusual places. I love the way the roots of this tree are all intertwined. This work of God brings pleasure to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Some may look at this and just see a big fat mess. They can't see beyond the maize of roots all tangled-up. But God had a plan while the tree was growing.&lt;br /&gt;There was a reason for each and every root that sprouted. Some roots grew in strength to hold the tree, while others spread out far and thin in search of life giving water to feed the tree. God used every inch of the root for a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;My life sometime seems to get all twisted-up. I get so intertwine in many directions. Confusion takes over and I find myself lost in my own mess. But God looks down and see His handwork in my life. Through the thick and thin He is there guiding me. He is making a clump of a mess into a work of art. I am glad He is in control of my life. I would have it no other way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088553035367441489-323576625342243349?l=dumbosdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/323576625342243349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/intertwined.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/323576625342243349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/323576625342243349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/intertwined.html' title='Intertwined'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru6Pq0Y81UQ/Txy7BiPzM0I/AAAAAAAAALc/OxvsOcN2IKg/s72-c/10-30-2007-014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088553035367441489.post-8263776062340464935</id><published>2012-01-21T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T15:01:14.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blend In</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EZERHC_2Ogk/Txs_eWkP7sI/AAAAAAAAALQ/nBlavmVHOJk/s1600/100_2533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700219544053739202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EZERHC_2Ogk/Txs_eWkP7sI/AAAAAAAAALQ/nBlavmVHOJk/s400/100_2533.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do you see the butterfly/moth in this picture? ( I am not really sure which one it really is.) It has landed on the leaf and blended in the leaf. If I hadn't see it land I would have never spotted it.&lt;br /&gt;Sometime we just want to blend into our surroundings. We want to hide in plain sight. We are afraid if someone noticed us we might have to do something we are not ready for. It might be a promotion, more responsibilities or a move to a new location. Whatever it is we should not be afraid.&lt;br /&gt;I sometime find it difficult to share my life with anyone. I am afraid that they will want more from me. Yet I long to be notice until I realize I have to take the next step. What will people think about me.&lt;br /&gt;One thing I know for sure is that I don't want to hide from God. I want Him to know me in and out. When God takes a closer look at me I want Him to be pleased with what He sees.&lt;br /&gt;Just like the butterfly/moth on this leaf, when you take a closer look, you see the beauty that God has created in it. I want God's beauty to shine from me. Do you see it? Or am I blending in too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1_fi2FjN7Os/Txs_U3SCNCI/AAAAAAAAALE/zuAabwyTJRE/s1600/New_1_100_2533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700219381037020194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1_fi2FjN7Os/Txs_U3SCNCI/AAAAAAAAALE/zuAabwyTJRE/s400/New_1_100_2533.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088553035367441489-8263776062340464935?l=dumbosdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8263776062340464935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/blend-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/8263776062340464935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/8263776062340464935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/blend-in.html' title='Blend In'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EZERHC_2Ogk/Txs_eWkP7sI/AAAAAAAAALQ/nBlavmVHOJk/s72-c/100_2533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088553035367441489.post-9185875917339884533</id><published>2012-01-20T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T18:22:49.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of My Favorites.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UwXwXFPEHXE/Txoew1O8ufI/AAAAAAAAAK4/a47fGiev9TQ/s1600/101_0449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699902102663117298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UwXwXFPEHXE/Txoew1O8ufI/AAAAAAAAAK4/a47fGiev9TQ/s400/101_0449.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of my favorite bird to take pictures of is the Red-bellied Woodpecker. I just love the red stripe on top of his head. In this picture you can see clearly why he is called a Red-bellied Woodpecker.&lt;br /&gt;What surprised me about this bird is the fact that he loves peanuts. Every time I come to the Mariner to try and get some new pictures I carry a bag of peanuts to entice the squirrels. What I have found is that the birds loves the peanut as well. I have gotten shots of many birds holding a peanut in their mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Yet with all the pictures that I have taken, this is still my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;So today I am just sharing a picture that I love with my friends. Thank you for visiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088553035367441489-9185875917339884533?l=dumbosdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/9185875917339884533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-of-my-favorites.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/9185875917339884533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/9185875917339884533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-of-my-favorites.html' title='One of My Favorites.'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UwXwXFPEHXE/Txoew1O8ufI/AAAAAAAAAK4/a47fGiev9TQ/s72-c/101_0449.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088553035367441489.post-3158724980763333668</id><published>2012-01-19T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T13:50:39.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got the Fox</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VHesxLd-HQg/TxiLFja2fFI/AAAAAAAAAKs/rRlfflRRAd4/s1600/DSCF9083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699458255960833106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VHesxLd-HQg/TxiLFja2fFI/AAAAAAAAAKs/rRlfflRRAd4/s400/DSCF9083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally! I got a picture of the fox. The first time I missed my opportunity because my focus was on the squirrels running around a tree getting away from the fox. Another time I didn't have the time to get the camera up. The third time the pictures did not turn out well. I was beginning to wonder if I would ever get a picture of the fox.&lt;br /&gt;What made things worst was the fact that other people were getting all kinds of great pictures. They seem to be at the right place at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;Today as I was walking around I was thanking the Lord for letting me see the fox. I did not need to get a picture to enjoy one of God's creatures.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking that it was ok if I never get a good shot of the fox. So I decided to go to one of my favorite spot to take pictures. Just across the water laying on a tree stump was my fox. I could not believe it. He didn't move either. I think he was just as surprise to see me as I was to see him. What a blessing it was. When I decided to let go, God gave me a desire of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I am out taking pictures I seem to get a little closer to God. This is my alone time. Yet I know that I am never alone. Thank you God for always being there for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088553035367441489-3158724980763333668?l=dumbosdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3158724980763333668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-got-fox.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/3158724980763333668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/3158724980763333668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-got-fox.html' title='I Got the Fox'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VHesxLd-HQg/TxiLFja2fFI/AAAAAAAAAKs/rRlfflRRAd4/s72-c/DSCF9083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088553035367441489.post-7089258416345473870</id><published>2012-01-18T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T16:05:54.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G1oleoCElos/TxdaZYyIRZI/AAAAAAAAAKg/cjsxWpKwnhk/s1600/DSCF5180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699123245656589714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G1oleoCElos/TxdaZYyIRZI/AAAAAAAAAKg/cjsxWpKwnhk/s400/DSCF5180.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There are times that you feel all alone in a sea of confusion and turmoil. Things aren't always in black or white. No matter where you seem to look there is a vast void all around you. As far as the eyes can see there is nothing but emptiness and hopelessness.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, there is hope. If we look up we can see where our help will come from. It comes in a form of a cross. We step out in faith and receive salvation from our troubles, worries and woes. We see clearly the path that lays before us. We see Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Today I will find my rest and hope in my Savior. I will look past the emptiness to the fullness of His grace. I will no longer feel all alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088553035367441489-7089258416345473870?l=dumbosdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7089258416345473870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/all-alone.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/7089258416345473870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/7089258416345473870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/all-alone.html' title='All Alone'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G1oleoCElos/TxdaZYyIRZI/AAAAAAAAAKg/cjsxWpKwnhk/s72-c/DSCF5180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088553035367441489.post-5978532272916319905</id><published>2012-01-17T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T16:02:51.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After the Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G-X8SL7g2Cs/TxYGnKM4G2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/t1g0vkQYbZk/s1600/DSCF5615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698749648306969442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G-X8SL7g2Cs/TxYGnKM4G2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/t1g0vkQYbZk/s400/DSCF5615.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The best time to take pictures is after the rain. I love how the water droplets clings to the flowers and spiderwebs. Everything seems to come alive. The air is fresher, the grounds are cleaner and the plants gets their fill of the life giving drink that the rain has poured down on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kzfL284p4cU/TxYFuIWm5_I/AAAAAAAAAKI/j6AF_UT6S_0/s1600/10-30-2007-059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698748668558370802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kzfL284p4cU/TxYFuIWm5_I/AAAAAAAAAKI/j6AF_UT6S_0/s400/10-30-2007-059.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sometime the rains turn into storms that wipes out our homes, our safety and our hopes. When we band together we find that hope again in our family, friends and sometime strangers.&lt;br /&gt;After the rains we get a better picture of God's plans for us. We sometime have to let go of the past and move forward to a new future. But when that future becomes our past we can see clearly why we had to go through the rainstorms of life.&lt;br /&gt;I can only pray that after the rains comes into my life that I am able to allow God to refresh, renew and help me to move forward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088553035367441489-5978532272916319905?l=dumbosdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5978532272916319905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/after-rain.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/5978532272916319905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/5978532272916319905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/after-rain.html' title='After the Rain'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G-X8SL7g2Cs/TxYGnKM4G2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/t1g0vkQYbZk/s72-c/DSCF5615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088553035367441489.post-5001152023582897564</id><published>2012-01-16T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T16:06:02.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Different Life Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ItnO_rLROk4/TxSy_ik_8fI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/6mvpfUUx034/s1600/DSCF8959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698376233214013938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ItnO_rLROk4/TxSy_ik_8fI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/6mvpfUUx034/s400/DSCF8959.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Arthur has been learning over the past several weeks about a different kind of life style. He has been learning about the life style of the people who call Germany their home. This picture show Arthur making a German dish with sausage and sauerkraut.&lt;br /&gt;My great grandparents came over from Germany. So Arthur got to learn a little about his ancestors life style.&lt;br /&gt;When I think about all the different places my ancestor came from, I get a better picture of the person I am. I am the combination of many nationalities. German, France, England and Ireland are just a few places that my ancestor's history are traced to.&lt;br /&gt;Now I can trace my line to God. When I accepted Jesus as my Savior, I was joined to another life style. The life style of a Christian control my actions now. My desire is that I am able to past this life style down to my children and grandchildren and that they pass it on to their children as well. Only time will tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088553035367441489-5001152023582897564?l=dumbosdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5001152023582897564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/different-life-style.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/5001152023582897564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/5001152023582897564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/different-life-style.html' title='A Different Life Style'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ItnO_rLROk4/TxSy_ik_8fI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/6mvpfUUx034/s72-c/DSCF8959.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088553035367441489.post-8373545889208496493</id><published>2012-01-15T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T19:55:54.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paint Your Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aM-zuQVcRGU/TxOYWAKrjhI/AAAAAAAAAJw/mIX-7ug55Ws/s1600/100_4338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698065457323150866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aM-zuQVcRGU/TxOYWAKrjhI/AAAAAAAAAJw/mIX-7ug55Ws/s400/100_4338.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let me see if I could paint a picture for you. There are many ways to paint a picture. It could be through painting on a canvas, putting words on paper or taking pictures. It is a way to express your thoughts and ideas for others to see and understand the message that you are trying to convey.&lt;br /&gt;I myself love to take pictures. I also love to put words on paper or in this case on the computer. The man in this picture loves to paint. He was nice enough to let me take his picture. Not only did I use my camera, he handed me his camera as well.&lt;br /&gt;The picture I want to paint through words is; go out and enjoy the world that God has created for us. There is so much beauty around that we need to soak it in and share it with as many people as we can.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know there are a lot of ugliness as well. Any artist will tell you that you have to balance the darkness with the light. I am just trying to shed a little more light in our world and to encourage you to paint your own picture for others to see.&lt;br /&gt;I pray today you will see a whole new picture of your world through the eyes of God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088553035367441489-8373545889208496493?l=dumbosdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8373545889208496493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/paint-your-picture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/8373545889208496493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/8373545889208496493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/paint-your-picture.html' title='Paint Your Picture'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aM-zuQVcRGU/TxOYWAKrjhI/AAAAAAAAAJw/mIX-7ug55Ws/s72-c/100_4338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088553035367441489.post-5383148055842217876</id><published>2012-01-14T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T20:00:18.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow the Leader</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-osFjUH83-II/TxJPP7toIMI/AAAAAAAAAJY/GIuZF5-TIF0/s1600/DSCF5718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697703613722796226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-osFjUH83-II/TxJPP7toIMI/AAAAAAAAAJY/GIuZF5-TIF0/s400/DSCF5718.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have watch these geese many times make their way through the lily pads. They always seem to follow a leader. Even in flight there is always one leading the way. The rest are depended on the leader to direct them on the path they should follow.We are depended on many leaders in our life from the President of our country to the head of the home. We rely on the church leaders to direct us spiritually and our boss at work to tell us what to do.The one leader we need to follow faithfully is Jesus Christ. When we follow His directions for us we cannot lose our way. It is only when we turn away that we stumble and fall. Jesus is always there to pick us and put us back on the right path. And believe me I stumble a lot.When I find myself face down on the ground from the mistakes I made, Jesus reaches out His hands and gentle puts me back in the right direction. He is always the leader that I want directing my life. There is no other for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088553035367441489-5383148055842217876?l=dumbosdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5383148055842217876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/follow-leader.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/5383148055842217876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/5383148055842217876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/follow-leader.html' title='Follow the Leader'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-osFjUH83-II/TxJPP7toIMI/AAAAAAAAAJY/GIuZF5-TIF0/s72-c/DSCF5718.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088553035367441489.post-8942481410687824807</id><published>2012-01-13T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T10:04:52.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twisted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dspAXGXnUhI/TxBtXQSq34I/AAAAAAAAAI8/asITh2UT2BM/s1600/100_6948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697173774901370754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dspAXGXnUhI/TxBtXQSq34I/AAAAAAAAAI8/asITh2UT2BM/s400/100_6948.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do you ever wonder why life can get twisted out of shape? Was it something of your own doing? Is there other forces turning you into knots? Whatever is causing it you feel helpless and all alone.&lt;br /&gt;There are days that I am not even sure what is up or down. I look to the right. I look to the left. I see nothing but the mess that I have gotten myself into.&lt;br /&gt;It is only when I look to the Lord that I start to make any sense of my life. He carefully unknots my life and straighten out the twisted mess that has me looking in all the wrong places.&lt;br /&gt;When I turn my mess over to Him, I can find rest and peace in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever has your life all twisted, give it to the Lord who will straighten out all the knots. Rest in the comfort of His love and find His peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088553035367441489-8942481410687824807?l=dumbosdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8942481410687824807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/twisted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/8942481410687824807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/8942481410687824807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/twisted.html' title='Twisted'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dspAXGXnUhI/TxBtXQSq34I/AAAAAAAAAI8/asITh2UT2BM/s72-c/100_6948.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088553035367441489.post-5924703285659005226</id><published>2012-01-12T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T08:36:35.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Habits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XCoXcp_tVMg/Tw8FsNZZGcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/rUPie-E472A/s1600/DSCF8766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696778310715513282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XCoXcp_tVMg/Tw8FsNZZGcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/rUPie-E472A/s400/DSCF8766.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I took this picture I really had no idea what the gull had in it's mouth. It was not until I put it on the computer that I realize that it was a cigarette. So I put it on facebook and had my friends make cute comments about smoking.&lt;br /&gt;Of course smoking is not cute. It is a bad habit. We all deal with bad habits. It is not always wrong what we do like having a drink or eating. It is doing it in excess that makes it bad.&lt;br /&gt;When we allow drinks, food or even hobbies control our actions and time, we make it into a bad habit.&lt;br /&gt;I have become somewhat obsessed with taking pictures. When my last camera broke, I was having nightmares about not being able to take pictures. I would wake up in cold sweats. It had become a bad habit.&lt;br /&gt;While I do carry my new camera everywhere I go, I have to monitor myself and not obsess about getting that shot. I am trying to balance my time with God when I am walking around. I spend time in prayer, reflection and awe in the wonders that is all around me. I want my pictures to witness the glory of our Creator.&lt;br /&gt;It is my prayer that whoever gets to read my blogs and view my pictures, that you are able to see God just a little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088553035367441489-5924703285659005226?l=dumbosdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5924703285659005226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/bad-habits.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/5924703285659005226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/5924703285659005226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/bad-habits.html' title='Bad Habits'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XCoXcp_tVMg/Tw8FsNZZGcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/rUPie-E472A/s72-c/DSCF8766.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088553035367441489.post-7895861641896553984</id><published>2012-01-11T08:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T08:31:31.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dive In</title><content type='html'>Sometime we shy away from what life has in store for us. We are too afraid to take the plunge and dive in. We don't want to get our feet wet. Yet God sometimes tell us that this is the only way to move forward in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IQgRXpuAjFY/Tw2zQxJrc-I/AAAAAAAAAIY/nPDSPOFBrYM/s1600/100_7473%2B%25282%2529-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 389px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696406204346758114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IQgRXpuAjFY/Tw2zQxJrc-I/AAAAAAAAAIY/nPDSPOFBrYM/s400/100_7473%2B%25282%2529-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we do not dive in and get wet we can not reap the reward like the gull who got the fish. I know it can be hard because we can not always know what the outcome will be. &lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 390px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696406307334560818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OQeWVBAvGBo/Tw2zWwz4nDI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q13NJytfeCU/s400/100_7472-1.jpg" /&gt;We might miss the fish and come out empty handed. There is always risk when we decide to take the next steps in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;I for one hate getting wet. I would prefer to stay on dry ground. Yet I know that If God is calling me to dive in, I will take the plunge. I am afraid of water but I seek to serve God over my fears.&lt;br /&gt;Until we listen to the voice of God and jump into the waters of life, we will never experience the wonder God has in store for us.&lt;br /&gt;So Dive In. What do you have to lose but fear itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088553035367441489-7895861641896553984?l=dumbosdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7895861641896553984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/dive-in.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/7895861641896553984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/7895861641896553984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/dive-in.html' title='Dive In'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IQgRXpuAjFY/Tw2zQxJrc-I/AAAAAAAAAIY/nPDSPOFBrYM/s72-c/100_7473%2B%25282%2529-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088553035367441489.post-4323580589101287959</id><published>2012-01-10T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T09:29:12.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Close-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3CAGLOvi-ZU/Twxv28J6sbI/AAAAAAAAAIM/rTSJ69hlkoI/s1600/100_9235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696050618368176562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3CAGLOvi-ZU/Twxv28J6sbI/AAAAAAAAAIM/rTSJ69hlkoI/s400/100_9235.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love to take pictures of insects close-up. God has put so much details in them. The colors and patterns can not be matched or copy by the best artist around. How can anyone out do God? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is more amazing is this caterpillar has yet to reach it's full metamorphic life cycle. He will become a butterfly. Only than will you see the true nature of his colors and patterns. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we take a close-up look at our own lives, it is hard to see the beauty that God has designed into our being. We seek to change how we look to please others. It is God we should be pleasing. Not by the way we look but by the way we act.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next time you take a look in the mirror try and take the time to see the beauty that God has design in you. You are one of a kind and was design by the best artist around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088553035367441489-4323580589101287959?l=dumbosdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4323580589101287959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/close-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/4323580589101287959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/4323580589101287959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/close-up.html' title='Close-up'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3CAGLOvi-ZU/Twxv28J6sbI/AAAAAAAAAIM/rTSJ69hlkoI/s72-c/100_9235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088553035367441489.post-4857650683932764524</id><published>2012-01-09T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T13:34:22.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Flight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1t6fvit_Z8w/TwtXd1Vm3uI/AAAAAAAAAIA/moxLlOoRRu8/s1600/100_5894%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 318px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695742323785653986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1t6fvit_Z8w/TwtXd1Vm3uI/AAAAAAAAAIA/moxLlOoRRu8/s400/100_5894%25281%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tJSPQeP09yc/TwtXQSOONeI/AAAAAAAAAH0/apCAgwmFqig/s1600/100_2854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 314px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695742091021137378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tJSPQeP09yc/TwtXQSOONeI/AAAAAAAAAH0/apCAgwmFqig/s400/100_2854.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What do these pictures have in commom?&lt;br /&gt;It looks like they both want to take flight. Right now neither can. But one day the goose will take flight but the turtle will remain on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has created each of us for a special task. While some of us are made to soar others are made to stay grounded. Yet we are where God had put us to do His purpose. Some of us are meant to be missioaries while others are meant to be a stay at home parent. Some are preachers or teachers and some are made to serve in the fields.&lt;br /&gt;What ever your lot in life, live it to the fullness of God's purpose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088553035367441489-4857650683932764524?l=dumbosdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4857650683932764524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-do-these-pictures-have-in-commom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/4857650683932764524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/4857650683932764524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-do-these-pictures-have-in-commom.html' title='Take Flight'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1t6fvit_Z8w/TwtXd1Vm3uI/AAAAAAAAAIA/moxLlOoRRu8/s72-c/100_5894%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088553035367441489.post-6106572691210788873</id><published>2012-01-08T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T09:53:43.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Giants in Our Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vUfYzDrX3FA/TwnRAzI__YI/AAAAAAAAAHo/HBE4kApO5lk/s1600/100_8917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695313015444864386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vUfYzDrX3FA/TwnRAzI__YI/AAAAAAAAAHo/HBE4kApO5lk/s400/100_8917.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sometime we have to face many giants in our lives. We can choose to ignore, evade or face them head-on.&lt;br /&gt;Take the sparrow in this picture. I sat in awe as I watched the sparrow dive bomb the osprey in the head time after time. It was plain to see that the sparrow was protecting it's nest. It was not afraid to take on the giant osprey head-on, pardon the pun.&lt;br /&gt;But there are times we need to take a step back from the giants. We try to defeat them in our own power instead of allowing God to give us the strength to defeat them.&lt;br /&gt;Sometime the task seems beyond our ability to conquer it. The bills, work load and family demands towers over us and beats us to the ground. The giants will only be defeated when we give them over to God.&lt;br /&gt;Today I am going to aim for the head of my giant. Just like David did in the bible. With the help of God my giant is going down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088553035367441489-6106572691210788873?l=dumbosdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6106572691210788873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/giants-in-our-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/6106572691210788873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/6106572691210788873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/giants-in-our-life.html' title='The Giants in Our Life'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vUfYzDrX3FA/TwnRAzI__YI/AAAAAAAAAHo/HBE4kApO5lk/s72-c/100_8917.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088553035367441489.post-8554242321419744096</id><published>2012-01-07T07:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T07:49:51.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hm1fj7oQe6A/TwhiqYIBLEI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ldFY2qt6dC4/s1600/a%2B100_6019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694910208980102210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hm1fj7oQe6A/TwhiqYIBLEI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ldFY2qt6dC4/s200/a%2B100_6019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Summer is when we all get to go out and play. It is the season for summer break from school, vacations and just enjoying the great weather when it is not too hot. I spend as much time as I can checking out the sights around my home. When I am outside I feel closer to God and spend much time in prayer. My time with Him helps me to collect my thoughts and face whatever trials I might be going through. There is so much to learn as I watch the four seasons repeat itself each year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autuum is really my favorite time of the year. The colors stands out and give us a view of what really is going on in nature. It signals a time for change and which prepares us for the long winter that may lay ahead of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y30rcUnwX5M/Twhix1oPt-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/C3hoT4jYsFs/s1600/b%2B100_6113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694910337158985698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y30rcUnwX5M/Twhix1oPt-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/C3hoT4jYsFs/s200/b%2B100_6113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y30rcUnwX5M/Twhix1oPt-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/C3hoT4jYsFs/s1600/b%2B100_6113.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter brings in the holidays and helps me to reflect on my family, friends and most of all God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xJMtav_KxBo/TwhjCxEKhOI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/eqAKlp2yIeg/s1600/c%2B100_6711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694910627991684322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xJMtav_KxBo/TwhjCxEKhOI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/eqAKlp2yIeg/s200/c%2B100_6711.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than we go full circle into Spring. This is when we renew our lives and get back into the bussiness of growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xJMtav_KxBo/TwhjCxEKhOI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/eqAKlp2yIeg/s1600/c%2B100_6711.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GRIpxnIDjRM/TwhjNPyxoCI/AAAAAAAAAHc/e0RCzEl0oyg/s1600/d%2BDSCF1645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694910808038940706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GRIpxnIDjRM/TwhjNPyxoCI/AAAAAAAAAHc/e0RCzEl0oyg/s200/d%2BDSCF1645.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the four season and the leason the we can learn from them and the pictures I get to take.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever season we may be in life we can take rest in kmowing that God is in control. There is nothing that we need to fear when we realize He has the season in His grasp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088553035367441489-8554242321419744096?l=dumbosdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8554242321419744096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/four-season.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/8554242321419744096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/8554242321419744096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/four-season.html' title='Four Season'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hm1fj7oQe6A/TwhiqYIBLEI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ldFY2qt6dC4/s72-c/a%2B100_6019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088553035367441489.post-4137416105342544275</id><published>2012-01-06T08:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T13:37:40.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature Walks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NVUJfNyyzqs/TwcnqplMpEI/AAAAAAAAAFw/KHPNYmTiIhM/s1600/100_6308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694563867503141954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NVUJfNyyzqs/TwcnqplMpEI/AAAAAAAAAFw/KHPNYmTiIhM/s320/100_6308.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love taking my grandson on nature walks. I love the way he views things. He gets so absorb in watching the insects that it is all I can do to pull him away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the one time he saw a green spider in this cannon. We spent half an hour showing all the people who would pass by the great find in the cannon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 154px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694562625167918322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fVJ02b51Ohs/TwcmiVhZhPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/iajy94_RvaY/s320/101_0404.JPG" /&gt;We make our runs around the different places in Harford County. The Bel Air pond is his favorite spot. He loves feeding the geese and taking pictures. The bugs are his favorite there as well.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QyHE2Czg1qE/TwclZVDp7TI/AAAAAAAAAE0/GGhQDpFi3RU/s1600/DSCF6310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 230px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 156px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694561370912714034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QyHE2Czg1qE/TwclZVDp7TI/AAAAAAAAAE0/GGhQDpFi3RU/s320/DSCF6310.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nBTfro30l1c/TwclHg4fRbI/AAAAAAAAAEo/XLMAiBlCe0Y/s1600/DSCF6305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 156px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694561064849458610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nBTfro30l1c/TwclHg4fRbI/AAAAAAAAAEo/XLMAiBlCe0Y/s320/DSCF6305.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Joppatowne Mariner Point Park is my favorite. I go just about everyday. Alot of the pictures I will be using throughout the year will be from there. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 161px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694561858351692370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-txJ23FR7DYE/Twcl1s6KelI/AAAAAAAAAFA/LREOAcH91KI/s320/100_5569.JPG" /&gt;The point I am trying to get across today is there are so many places right here in our own backyard to visit why do we work so hard to go away.&lt;br /&gt;Some of the best spot for pictures taking that I have found has been at the Havre De Grace boardwalk, Otterpoint Park, the Bel Air pond and the Mariner Point Park just to name afew.&lt;br /&gt;One of the benefits of walking around this past year is that I have lost thirty pounds. Of course spending time with my grandson is a plus. And for those of you that don't like to walk, alot of the pictures that I have gotten is right from my car window.&lt;br /&gt;Some of the great shots are from throw-away cameras. You don't need an expensive camera to get the shot. You just need to get up and go.&lt;br /&gt;So no excuses. Go out today and get those great shots.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088553035367441489-4137416105342544275?l=dumbosdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4137416105342544275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/nature-walks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/4137416105342544275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/4137416105342544275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/nature-walks.html' title='Nature Walks'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NVUJfNyyzqs/TwcnqplMpEI/AAAAAAAAAFw/KHPNYmTiIhM/s72-c/100_6308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088553035367441489.post-5192707686181146283</id><published>2012-01-05T09:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T08:03:13.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ride On</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 295px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694210200400439426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6gmunELI0j0/TwXmAg9GKII/AAAAAAAAAEc/3KD8GHPllBw/s320/100_4353.JPG" /&gt; This pelican along with about three others would fly up to the top of the river and ride the rapid like it was a rollercoaster. They would take a few minutes rest on a rock and do it again. This went on for quite awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course you will never find me riding the rapids. I hate water. But I do enjoy watching the animals enjoy the water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Water is one of God blessings. We all need the water to live. Water renews us, cleanses us and sometimes consumes us. It is all around us and sometime we just need to make peace with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a friend who just resently took a scuba diving lesson just to get over her fear of water. She can now enjoy the water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once we caught this muskrat gathering small branches to add to it's home. Yet he seemed to be enjoying the the task. Of course my son took this picture, so I cannot take the credit for it. But he did use my camera. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zoy2VNT-NME/TwXjzeI_SII/AAAAAAAAAEE/BOGGupZ7OvM/s1600/100_8114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 169px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 122px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694207777283459202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zoy2VNT-NME/TwXjzeI_SII/AAAAAAAAAEE/BOGGupZ7OvM/s320/100_8114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Believe it or not the women in the kayak is in her 70's. Now here is someone who has enjoyed the water all her life and will until she can no longer ride. All I can say ti her is "Ride On."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-04EATfuc3T0/TwXlhO15NGI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/FhPzIXxH-rQ/s1600/DSCF6778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 172px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694209662962447458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-04EATfuc3T0/TwXlhO15NGI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/FhPzIXxH-rQ/s320/DSCF6778.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-04EATfuc3T0/TwXlhO15NGI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/FhPzIXxH-rQ/s1600/DSCF6778.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is like water. We all need it to live. God uses our lives sometimes to renew in us with hope, cleanses us from sins and consumes us with His love. He is a God of compassion and only wants the best for us.&lt;br /&gt;I believe God is telling us today to "Ride On."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088553035367441489-5192707686181146283?l=dumbosdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5192707686181146283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/ride-on.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/5192707686181146283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/5192707686181146283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/ride-on.html' title='Ride On'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6gmunELI0j0/TwXmAg9GKII/AAAAAAAAAEc/3KD8GHPllBw/s72-c/100_4353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088553035367441489.post-2307044198726605069</id><published>2012-01-04T10:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T11:14:24.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye of The Beholder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AFmy9Tb5pxM/TwSfR4HTXsI/AAAAAAAAADw/4g9XhzWzqZM/s1600/100_2523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693850958372757186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AFmy9Tb5pxM/TwSfR4HTXsI/AAAAAAAAADw/4g9XhzWzqZM/s320/100_2523.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you see? Kind of looks like an eye, doesn't it? If you turn your head sideward and to the right or the left can you see it now? You might just have to pick up the computer and turn it sideward to see it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is all in the eye of the beholder. Of course my eyes see just about anything in nature. I love that God allows me to see things differently. I look at people now and try to see beyond the surface. Is that person in need of a listening ear? Does that person need a friend? How can I be of service to God in dealing with the people in my life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometime it is hard not to judge what I think is happening or see when I encounter a person out in the street. I will be the first to admit my short coming in that area. Than God taps my on my shoulder and whispers in my ear. "See this person through my eyes." How can I have anything but compassion for this person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do people see when they look at me? I can only hope it is a compassionate person who tries to give them respect and friendship. That I am a person who takes the time to listen, hear and responds to their needs even in the little things in life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My question for the day. What can God show us today through His eyes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088553035367441489-2307044198726605069?l=dumbosdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2307044198726605069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/eye-of-beholder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/2307044198726605069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/2307044198726605069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/eye-of-beholder.html' title='Eye of The Beholder'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AFmy9Tb5pxM/TwSfR4HTXsI/AAAAAAAAADw/4g9XhzWzqZM/s72-c/100_2523.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088553035367441489.post-5837855882050346898</id><published>2012-01-03T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T15:57:01.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Trees</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MfA8uPY-u-c/TwOPldKacOI/AAAAAAAAADU/jjGpYIuw2rk/s1600/DSCF3637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693552227572674786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MfA8uPY-u-c/TwOPldKacOI/AAAAAAAAADU/jjGpYIuw2rk/s320/DSCF3637.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Even God's creations dances in the present of The Creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture makes me want to get up and dance to the beat of God's calling to me. I love finding things in nature that only God could have created. Through the trials of the weather's rains, winds and temperatures these trees have twisted into what could only be called dancing trees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can tell there were hard times and good times. When we are going through these time we can take rest in the fact that God is twisting us into someone who dances to His grace and mercy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may not always like the rains of problems, the winds of adversity or the temperatures of defeats. I could muddle through on my own power. It is when I allow God to use these things to His glory that I can look back and see the plans that was there all along. The plans for good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 157px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693557040876372402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEuZUe0GPso/TwOT9oHcQbI/AAAAAAAAADg/jh13IuukJKs/s320/DSCF3624.JPG" /&gt;Like the trees in this pictures I want to always be reaching upward to the sky with my hands praising God for all the blessing He so freely gives me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you feel God calling to you to reach and to dance like the trees of His creations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088553035367441489-5837855882050346898?l=dumbosdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5837855882050346898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/dancing-trees.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/5837855882050346898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/5837855882050346898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/dancing-trees.html' title='Dancing Trees'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MfA8uPY-u-c/TwOPldKacOI/AAAAAAAAADU/jjGpYIuw2rk/s72-c/DSCF3637.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088553035367441489.post-107638919850631934</id><published>2012-01-02T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T13:13:42.436-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Elephant Mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FG1RYEIaW18/TwIZ2kqAxdI/AAAAAAAAADI/89Y2f9UKUWA/s1600/DSCF3331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693141304293246418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FG1RYEIaW18/TwIZ2kqAxdI/AAAAAAAAADI/89Y2f9UKUWA/s400/DSCF3331.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I see things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not always what others may see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I see pictures in God nature scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the upper portion of an elephant on the side of the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is the head and trunk of an Asian elephant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Do you see it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We cannot alway see things the way others do. We are all not wire the same way. This is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God created in each of us special gifts. He allows us to go through trials to strenghten these gifts.&lt;br /&gt;Sometime the gifts do not show up until the later years of our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has only been this past year that I find myself looking for opportunity to take pictures of any and everything. I like viewing the world through my camera now. I see some of the stranges things that way, like this elephant mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has blessed me with some of the rare opportunity to get a shot of birds that I would not even entertain the thoughts of trying to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-06-QdXdK7gQ/TwIVCM3NI2I/AAAAAAAAACk/6hRchOCx-G4/s1600/DSCF7713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693136006506423138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-06-QdXdK7gQ/TwIVCM3NI2I/AAAAAAAAACk/6hRchOCx-G4/s200/DSCF7713.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the birds has been this Red-shouldered Hawk which I got while visiting a friend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ExFy5deuJSg/TwIVeGMrvkI/AAAAAAAAACw/crCL0X_7DMo/s1600/DSCF5266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693136485753798210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ExFy5deuJSg/TwIVeGMrvkI/AAAAAAAAACw/crCL0X_7DMo/s200/DSCF5266.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Black-crowned Night-Heron, adult and juvenile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_pIABseVQfk/TwIV7A79POI/AAAAAAAAAC8/mKxhDzoggmQ/s1600/DSCF5201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693136982557670626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_pIABseVQfk/TwIV7A79POI/AAAAAAAAAC8/mKxhDzoggmQ/s200/DSCF5201.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and many more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are so many pictures I want to share along with the stories that are behind the pictures. It is the stories that I think will speak the loudest to some, it has to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past year has been an adventure and inspiration to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can not wait to see what this year may bring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088553035367441489-107638919850631934?l=dumbosdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/107638919850631934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/elephant-mountain.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/107638919850631934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/107638919850631934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/elephant-mountain.html' title='Elephant Mountain'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FG1RYEIaW18/TwIZ2kqAxdI/AAAAAAAAADI/89Y2f9UKUWA/s72-c/DSCF3331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088553035367441489.post-8249954429485396174</id><published>2012-01-01T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T13:09:15.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Time Favorite Picture 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-da4JHk6a5Uk/TwCXykLKEKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qSj0NKQljOo/s1600/DSCF3201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692716823956033698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-da4JHk6a5Uk/TwCXykLKEKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qSj0NKQljOo/s320/DSCF3201.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My all time favorite picture is of McDonald Lake that was taken on my vacation this past summer at Glazier National Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blessing from God is that I even got to go. My cousins graciously has my husband and me tag along to enjoy the sites this great country has to offer in the many natural parks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have visited Yellowstone many times as well the Grand Canyon, Rocky Mountain, and several others that I will talk about through out the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My desire this year is to share my story through pictures and the wonders that God allows me to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So enjoy and receive God's Blessing this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088553035367441489-8249954429485396174?l=dumbosdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8249954429485396174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/all-time-favorite-picture-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/8249954429485396174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/8249954429485396174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2012/01/all-time-favorite-picture-2010.html' title='All Time Favorite Picture 2011'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-da4JHk6a5Uk/TwCXykLKEKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qSj0NKQljOo/s72-c/DSCF3201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088553035367441489.post-1807231226887236357</id><published>2011-05-29T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T19:39:24.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day Tribute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HIIXrY1QaQw/TeMC3riNbtI/AAAAAAAAABE/ROMz3ecIrtI/s1600/100_1337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612332716236041938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HIIXrY1QaQw/TeMC3riNbtI/AAAAAAAAABE/ROMz3ecIrtI/s320/100_1337.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven:” Ecclesiastes 3:1 (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a good time to reflect on the sacrifices that our military men and women gave since the beginning of the United State of America. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our sons and daughters, mothers and fathers gave of their time, talents and lives to make it possible for us to enjoy the freedom of speech, to worship openly and to pursue the America dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we remember those who are our family and friends let us pay tribute to their sacrifices. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we see the flags throughout our country lets take the time to pray for those soldiers who are fighting and serving our nation here and in the world   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for the sacrifice of your Son. May my life be a tribute to you forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2011 Dawn M Sexton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088553035367441489-1807231226887236357?l=dumbosdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1807231226887236357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2011/05/memorial-day-tribute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/1807231226887236357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/1807231226887236357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2011/05/memorial-day-tribute.html' title='Memorial Day Tribute'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HIIXrY1QaQw/TeMC3riNbtI/AAAAAAAAABE/ROMz3ecIrtI/s72-c/100_1337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088553035367441489.post-337557200900306080</id><published>2010-11-25T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T05:44:36.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving 1967</title><content type='html'>I remember the walks with Grandpa Wood collecting Popsicle sticks, soda bottles and colored leaves.  We made a sailboat out of the sticks, turned in the bottles for three cents a pop and pressed the leaves in books. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This walk was to be the last walk together since we were moving out of state. I wanted something to remember this walk by. Autumn was a season away so we collected two maple leaves from Grandpa's front yard and place them in my book  He told me that he wanted to see the leaves each time he came to visit. I told him I wanted to see the Popsicle boat we made together as well. I never got to see that boat. The week of Thanksgiving 1967 Grandpa passed away and Grandma threw the boat away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a while for me to get over the lost of this special man. Thanksgiving brings mixed emotions for me. But the memories of Grandpa brings joy into my heart. His unconditional love and enjoyment of the simple things like spending the time playing with his grandchildren helps me to appreciate my time with my grandchildren. I now take those same walk with my grandson collecting leaves and creating memories for him. When my granddaughters come to visit I get down on the floor and create pieces of art with paper and crayons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only hope that when they grow up and become grandparents that they remember the time with me and pass on the memories to their grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayer is that all grandparents realize the role they play in the lives of their grandchildren and bring many blessing to them. I also hope that my Grandpa is looking down from heaven and is proud of the grandma I have become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;© 2010 Dawn M Sexton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088553035367441489-337557200900306080?l=dumbosdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/337557200900306080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving-1967.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/337557200900306080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/337557200900306080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving-1967.html' title='Thanksgiving 1967'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088553035367441489.post-7217500102684132505</id><published>2010-06-20T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T15:29:30.863-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>Happy Abba's Day</title><content type='html'>I  honor you Abba by writing this blog on Father's Day. I am humbled by your willingness to sacrifice all for the love of me, saying thanks just is not enough. This is done so that You and others would know how grateful I am for Your unconditional love. When calling out for help You rally around me and get the work done with your grace and peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trusting is difficult for me. I have not always been able to trust in the love of a father. So it was hard for me to get to the point of giving you my complete trust. My grandfather was one of the few people who gave me unconditional love. Unfortunately he died when I was ten years old. It was his love that sustained me until I received Your love. It is Your love that sustains me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are days that I doubt your love for me. It is that old broken record feeding me thoughts that I am unlovable, unworthy and that I should just give up any hopes. Than hearing that small faint whisper in my heart saying, “ Abba loves you” brings me back to your presence. Thank you, Abba. I love you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Abba's Day to the greatest Father that anyone can hope to have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088553035367441489-7217500102684132505?l=dumbosdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7217500102684132505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-abbas-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/7217500102684132505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/7217500102684132505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-abbas-day.html' title='Happy Abba&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088553035367441489.post-1587017693049120801</id><published>2010-02-14T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T15:52:38.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>Today is Valentine's Day. It is a day of giving that special someone in your life a token of your love. It could be in the form of a card, a bouquet of flowers or a box of chocolates. Whatever it is, you are declaring your love to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus declared His love to a lost world when He gave the most valuable gift of His life for us. "Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friend." John 15:13 (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to give my life as a gift back to Jesus. Today is a start of a new relationship with him. May this Valentine's Day be a reminder to me that His love is the best gift that anyone could ever ask for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088553035367441489-1587017693049120801?l=dumbosdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1587017693049120801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/1587017693049120801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/1587017693049120801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088553035367441489.post-3302988219602139971</id><published>2010-01-28T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T15:40:50.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Time</title><content type='html'>This is my first time writing a blog with my new laptop. I got to thinking about all the first times in my life. I can't remember my first step or my first word. I don't remember the first house I lived in or my first day in school. What I do remember is the first teacher who took the time to care about me, my second grade teacher Mrs Keacher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Keacher always seemed to bring my spirits up when thing were going wrong for me. I spent most of the first grade year at home because I had my tonsils taken out and thing went wrong during the surgery. I was not fully out and jerked when the doctor starting to cut. The inside of my throat was damaged and I had to learn to eat and talk all over again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I did make it back to school, I was too far behind to pass. The school past me anyway and second grade became a hardship for me.  Mrs Keacher took the extra time to help me. I know I could not have made it without her help. She was the first person to show me compassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is for all those teachers out there. Thank you for all you do. Thank you far all the sacrifices, times and compassion that is given to us. Thank you Mrs Keacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DuMBoSDawn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088553035367441489-3302988219602139971?l=dumbosdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3302988219602139971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-first-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/3302988219602139971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/3302988219602139971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-first-time.html' title='My First Time'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088553035367441489.post-1846773149613536946</id><published>2010-01-15T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T17:09:25.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I forgot</title><content type='html'>I forgot to give my grandson his meds today. Without it he was unable to sit on the bus or behave in school. He could not focus or function as you or I can. When he arrived back home he was flying around like a gaged animal. My heart aches for him because you know he does not want to be this way. I can only pray that he when he grows up that he is able to lead a normal life.&lt;br /&gt;I prayed for this for all my children and now for all my grandchildren. I pray for them because I know that God does answers prayers. This helps me to make it through each day with all the uncertainties that life throws at them. &lt;br /&gt;My son lost his job. He and his wife are homeless and living in their car. So I pray knowing that we have a loving God that cares what happens to them.&lt;br /&gt;Not only do my family need my prayers, I need to pray for my friends, the church and my country. I need to pray for what is happening all over the world. &lt;br /&gt;I am glad that God hears my prayers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DuMBoSDawn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088553035367441489-1846773149613536946?l=dumbosdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1846773149613536946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-forgot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/1846773149613536946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/1846773149613536946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-forgot.html' title='I forgot'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088553035367441489.post-4336842098611989102</id><published>2010-01-12T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T07:45:13.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolution</title><content type='html'>I don't make New Year's resolutions because I know I would not keep them. Believe me I have tried. I don't lose the pounds, save the money or get organized. What I try to do at the beginning of each year is start fresh. This is something I do at the beginning of each month, each week and each day. Sometime I have to do several times a day. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't make mistakes. &lt;br /&gt;What gets me through each day is knowing that I don't have to do it a lone. Jesus is there right beside me. He sometimes goes before me and sometime pushes me. But he is always doing it because of the love He has for me. My hopes, my dreams and my life is wrapped around Him. &lt;br /&gt;My prayer today is that those who take the time to read this today knows that they are being prayed for. There is nothing that you can't do when you do with with Jesus. If there is something that I can pray for you. Leave it here and it will be done. Not because I  am making it a New Year's resolution. It is because I am starting off fresh today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless, DuMBoSDawn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088553035367441489-4336842098611989102?l=dumbosdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4336842098611989102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2010/01/resolution.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/4336842098611989102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/4336842098611989102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2010/01/resolution.html' title='Resolution'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088553035367441489.post-4773682432817144505</id><published>2010-01-07T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T04:31:44.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow</title><content type='html'>My cousin who lives in Niagara Falls, NY posted on her Facebook account that they were up to 34 inches of snow. I was quick to respond that I thought that our 24+ inches of snow was a lot and that she won. Her sister went on to post, “no, Dawn we lost”. It was just a matter of perspective.&lt;br /&gt;There are those who believe that Jesus lost when he die on the cross and they buried him. His suffering was unmeasurable for our sins. Yet through the eyes of a Christian He won.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus suffered this is true. He did die and was buried. The good news? He conquered death and is victorious.&lt;br /&gt;I now claim this victory and proclaim it to a lost world. Each day my prayer is to live such a life that others see that they too can be winners in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless, DuMBoSDawn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088553035367441489-4773682432817144505?l=dumbosdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4773682432817144505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2010/01/snow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/4773682432817144505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/4773682432817144505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2010/01/snow.html' title='Snow'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088553035367441489.post-6351193969032924445</id><published>2010-01-04T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T16:38:13.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discovery</title><content type='html'>One of the reason I am making a point to blog everyday is to keep my focus on what God has to show me. I want to treat each day like a journey to some great discovery. Even if the discovery is finding out how to work the side mirrors on my car.&lt;br /&gt;I have been driving my car for a number of years and was frustrated at the fact that I could only control the driver's side mirror. My thoughts were how short-sighted was the manufacture company of the car to make it so that the control button only controlled one mirror. I would have to roll down the window to adjust the other mirror or get out of the car all together.&lt;br /&gt;One day I notice that the control button had two arrows pointed in opposite directions. So I turned the knob. Well what do you know. I can now control the other mirror.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't the car company that was sort-sighted. It was me.&lt;br /&gt;Sometime I do the same thing when trying to see what God is trying to do in my life. I think how short-sighted He must be. He doesn't understand what I really need. But in reality it is me who is sort-sighted and do not understand His plans for me.&lt;br /&gt;I want to start each day seeking after Him and discovering His will for me.&lt;br /&gt;God Bless, DuMBoSDawn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088553035367441489-6351193969032924445?l=dumbosdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6351193969032924445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2010/01/discovery.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/6351193969032924445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/6351193969032924445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2010/01/discovery.html' title='Discovery'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088553035367441489.post-9011621047833761319</id><published>2010-01-03T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T18:12:56.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prodigal</title><content type='html'>As I listen to today's sermon, my first thoughts were, How many times have I heard the story about the Prodigal Son? and What new insight could I possibly get from it?&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised when I left with tears in my eyes. For the first time I realized the great dept of God's love towards me. It did not matter how far I ran or what I have become or done, God welcomes me back into the fold rejoicing the news to the outer most places of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing humanly possible that I can do to take away God's love. He waits eagerly for me to return. I just need to take the first step, even if it means crawling the whole way.&lt;br /&gt;My prayer is that we all come to the knowledge that God loves us with a never ending love.&lt;br /&gt;God Bless, DuMBoSDawn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088553035367441489-9011621047833761319?l=dumbosdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/9011621047833761319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2010/01/prodigal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/9011621047833761319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/9011621047833761319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2010/01/prodigal.html' title='Prodigal'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088553035367441489.post-8597272206517180394</id><published>2010-01-02T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T04:54:37.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not sleep last night. My mind was focus on what I would write for my second blog. There is so much swimming around in my head that I spent the night tossing and turning.&lt;br /&gt;Here is my choice topic: Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;A dear friend of mine turned me on to Facebook. With every new applications she discovered she would draw me in deeper. Before I knew it I was spending hours and hours playing.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to take a break for a week. It was like an addiction. The first few days were hard. By the end of the week I was not missing it at all.&lt;br /&gt;When I did get back on, all my fishes were floating, my crops were wilted and my food were spoiled. I flushed the fished, plowed the crops and cleaned the stoves. I started the week with a clean slate.&lt;br /&gt;How nice that would be if we could do that in the real world. Than God showed me that we can.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday when we give our life over to God's control we are given a clean slate. He flushes our worries down the drain, plows the mistakes under and cleans all our sins away.&lt;br /&gt;How great is our God.&lt;br /&gt;My prayer for you today is let God take your worries, mistakes and sins away. Start this day and New Year with a clean slate.&lt;br /&gt;God Bless, DuMBoSDawn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088553035367441489-8597272206517180394?l=dumbosdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8597272206517180394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2010/01/facebook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/8597272206517180394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/8597272206517180394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2010/01/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088553035367441489.post-4954553529957698264</id><published>2009-12-31T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T19:51:41.258-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NewYear Blog'/><title type='text'>My New Year Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here it is. My first blog for 2010. What profound thing can I say. Duh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well! There you go. I have nothing profound to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I do have is a love for our Lord and a desire to reach out to others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray that as I post my thoughts, discoveries and God's leadings that it will minister to those of you who take the time to visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a life time of lessons that I would love to share. Some are funny. Others are heartbreaking. A few will show the wonders of God's love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I tell my stories, I hope to get your feedback on how it has affected you. Good or bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please forgive me the misspellings, bad grammar and any other mistakes that I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will get better as time goes on. I promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, for my first entry. Happy New Year everyone. May this year be a beginning for a better life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God Bless, DuMBoSDawn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088553035367441489-4954553529957698264?l=dumbosdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4954553529957698264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-new-year-blog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/4954553529957698264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088553035367441489/posts/default/4954553529957698264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbosdawn.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-new-year-blog.html' title='My New Year Blog'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566925778297556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BQjaFWp64/TwCeXQYXbtI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQDkPdhY2n4/s220/223156_10150164754742624_706592623_7225019_709007_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
