<?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-18019501</id><updated>2012-01-29T20:46:09.408-05:00</updated><category term='Forest Glen'/><category term='animals'/><category term='flood damage repairs'/><category term='babies'/><category term='Princess Trapper'/><category term='clint&apos;s work'/><category term='helpful hints'/><category term='funny'/><category term='for fun'/><category term='homeschool'/><category term='quote'/><category term='infertility'/><category term='freebie'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='sleepwalking'/><category term='home making'/><category term='ffamily'/><category term='general'/><category term='earthquake'/><category term='free membership'/><category term='free books'/><category term='chore chart'/><category term='picture'/><category term='video'/><category term='link'/><category term='large family'/><category term='goat milk'/><category term='herbs'/><category term='friends'/><category term='frugal'/><category term='children'/><category term='nursing'/><category term='soap'/><category term='hurricane'/><category term='alternative medicine'/><category term='parenting'/><category term='camping'/><category term='fatal car accident'/><category term='school'/><category term='faith'/><category term='goat'/><category term='wife swap'/><category term='crafts'/><category term='productive day'/><category term='genealogy'/><category term='prayer requests'/><category term='recipe'/><category term='hyperemesis gravidarum'/><category term='goat milk soap'/><category term='flood'/><category term='child training'/><category term='coyote'/><category term='fire'/><category term='carnival'/><category term='gardening'/><category term='book review'/><category term='miscarriage'/><category term='joke'/><category term='praise'/><category term='Flor de Maria'/><category term='junkers'/><category term='health'/><category term='home elevation'/><category term='artifacts'/><category term='reader'/><category term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Contentment Acres</title><subtitle type='html'>We are a Christian homeschooling family of 9 sharing life experiences on our 14 acre farm in rural Virginia. Blog entries could feature anything going on in our lives-our walk with Christ, homeschool, family life, helpful hints and tips for large family living, pets, daily events, using herbs, etc.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2400</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-8502396352938129741</id><published>2012-01-29T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T20:46:09.417-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Hannah's Short Speech to Clint</title><content type='html'>Hannah (just turned 3) in a heartfelt conversation at bedtime: "Dad, I do NOT like 'piders. I do NOT like big 'piders or small 'piders. I do NOT like mom 'piders, dad 'piders, or kid 'piders. I DO NOT like black widow 'piders."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah has not liked spiders since she was about 18 months old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-8502396352938129741?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/8502396352938129741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/8502396352938129741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2012/01/hannahs-short-speech-to-clint.html' title='Hannah&apos;s Short Speech to Clint'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-2099521919471930588</id><published>2012-01-28T12:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T12:11:01.296-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Better Today</title><content type='html'>Thank you for the prayers. This isn't going to be something that gets better overnight, but I did better yesterday and am doing better today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-2099521919471930588?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/2099521919471930588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/2099521919471930588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2012/01/better-today.html' title='Better Today'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-7472492239630783854</id><published>2012-01-28T11:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T11:26:48.222-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='link'/><title type='text'>How my child went from home school to Harvard and yours can, too.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Dakota Root doesn't just prove the success  of home-schooling. She proves the success of the individual over a  dependence upon government.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;She proves the success of alternative education, parental freedom, and school choice.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Her tremendous success as a scholar and  athlete proves that it doesn't take a village, or a state-licensed  teacher, or a teacher’s union, to educate a child. It just takes two  caring, motivated parents with a willingness and courage to seize  control and take responsibility for their children’s future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dakota’s story proves the American Dream is alive, if only we’d stop depending on government to save us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;To read the entire story, click &lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/opinion/2012/01/26/how-my-child-went-from-home-school-to-harvard-and-yours-can-too/" target="_blank"&gt;here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-7472492239630783854?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.foxnews.com/opinion/2012/01/26/how-my-child-went-from-home-school-to-harvard-and-yours-can-too/' title='How my child went from home school to Harvard and yours can, too.'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/7472492239630783854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/7472492239630783854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2012/01/how-my-child-went-from-home-school-to.html' title='How my child went from home school to Harvard and yours can, too.'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-551643553246600618</id><published>2012-01-27T12:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T12:18:43.388-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Keep the Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IPe0E5T2N-o/TyLcKSPeDXI/AAAAAAAAHfc/lTwlhYK92gw/s1600/keepthefaith.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IPe0E5T2N-o/TyLcKSPeDXI/AAAAAAAAHfc/lTwlhYK92gw/s1600/keepthefaith.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(not our image, not sure where to give credit)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you to Theresa A. for sharing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-551643553246600618?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/551643553246600618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/551643553246600618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2012/01/keep-faith.html' title='Keep the Faith'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IPe0E5T2N-o/TyLcKSPeDXI/AAAAAAAAHfc/lTwlhYK92gw/s72-c/keepthefaith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-3800787183791313140</id><published>2012-01-26T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T21:47:04.439-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><title type='text'>Lowly in Spirit</title><content type='html'>My past had me not trusting people as it was, but what little I had left is completely shattered. There are two people responsible for bringing me here. They come from the same place and have the same behaviors. One resents the other for what they did when their behavior is worse. One befriended and used me to try to persuade my husband to give them what they wanted. The other did it behind my back while pretending everything was OK to my face. I survived one blow to have another come along and knock me down even harder. The cruelest assaults come from people who say they care and then hurt you anyway. At this particular moment in time where the first wound has been reopened and the second is fresh, I wish I had never met either one of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always believed if you treated people well and tried your best to do right, you would be blessed for it. I no longer believe that. Life sucker punches you. Hard. Sometimes back to back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thoroughly whipped by life at the moment. There is absolutely nothing left of me to even try to help myself up, so I am counting on this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Psalm 34:18 The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those crushed in spirit.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-3800787183791313140?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/3800787183791313140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/3800787183791313140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2012/01/lowly-in-spirit.html' title='Lowly in Spirit'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-2521167151125725625</id><published>2012-01-25T15:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:10:45.882-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='praise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer requests'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>bRoKeN</title><content type='html'>I found out five days ago I have been lied to repeatedly by another person I trusted. That person had lied to me about something from 2005-2007. I found out, forgave them, and gave them another chance. Well, they did it again. To my face, they were pretending to care while they were harming me behind my back. My heart hurts; my mind is overwhelmed. If it had been one thing, I think I'd be OK, but stuff just keeps coming. Some of it is big and and some of it is small, but in the last fifteen months there have been many, many stressful situations close together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God says to forgive, show them love at every turn, and work with them. So, I am trying. The anger pops up now and again but that is easier to deal with than the deep hurt. This has reduced me to bouts of heavy sobbing every day. I have had some very low points, but have never been this &lt;b&gt;bRoKeN&lt;/b&gt;. I have barely been able to function the last few days. It's like my mind and body are demanding a "time out" for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, God is God and He sits on His throne. I cling to His promises each day and seek Him out for reassurance when I grow weary. I am casting my burdens at His feet...and often picking them back up ....and learning how to drop them yet again. I know each trial serves a purpose and is molding me more like my Father for the future He has ordained for me. He puts my tears into His bottle; they do not escape His notice or concern. He is acquainted with all my ways; nothing I feel or do surprises Him so I can freely share my heart with Him without holding back. My Father knows the good, the bad, and the ugly in me. I can be me when I go to Him and He will not turn me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I accepted Jesus' blood atonement for my sins, He calls me His child. I know nothing can ever separate me from Him. I know in His wisdom He does things that don't make sense to me just as I make decisions for my children that do not make sense to them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is God and He has opened the door on all of these challenging things for a plan and a purpose. It's a difficult time, but I know something good is being accomplished through it. I have been knocked down hard over and over again. I am reaching out for the Lord to put me back on my feet so I can continue this race. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, please send me a period of rest. Help me to truly forgive those who hurt me. Forgive me for where I have failed and keep me humble enough to apologize when I have wronged others. Strengthen me and renew my focus on the priorities You have for me. Let me let go of my "to do" list and replace it with Yours. Open my eyes and heart to let me learn all I can through this period so I can become more like You. Don't let fear of more disappointment rule in my heart, but let me treat and receive every single person the way You want. Show me when to trust and when to question. Teach me when to hold on and when to let go of relationships. Let me grow as close to you as I possibly can while on this earth. Please don't let me disappoint You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalms 147:3 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He heals the brokenhearted&amp;nbsp;and binds up their wounds.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalms 55:22&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Cast your burden on the LORD,&amp;nbsp;and he will sustain you; he will never permit&amp;nbsp;the righteous to be moved.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Leave the broken, irreversible past in God’s hands, and step out into the invincible future with Him.”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;~ Oswald Chambers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-2521167151125725625?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/2521167151125725625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/2521167151125725625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2012/01/broken.html' title='bRoKeN'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-5191199250986966104</id><published>2012-01-21T10:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T10:20:13.067-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='link'/><title type='text'>Preschool Activity: Making Paint with M&amp;Ms</title><content type='html'>http://www.teachpreschool.org/2012/01/mixing-up-bright-and-colorful-mm-paint-in-preschool/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a neat preschool activity that involves sorting, measuring, color recognition, and art followed by an easy clean up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-5191199250986966104?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/5191199250986966104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/5191199250986966104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2012/01/preschool-activity-making-paint-with-m.html' title='Preschool Activity: Making Paint with M&amp;Ms'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-3805108222164809383</id><published>2012-01-20T13:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T13:31:27.471-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><title type='text'>Communication</title><content type='html'>Per our annual tradition, we took from Thanksgiving week until January  2. Now we are back to the full schedule and that means I am very busy. If you send a message (through whatever means) and I don't answer, I  probably haven't seen it. Sometimes I have a couple of minutes at a time between checking math problems for the middles (Joshua, Caleb, Bethany) or helping the littles (Emily and Hannah). That allows me some sporadic use of Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let inconsistencies in how I keep in touch make you think I am avoiding you. I try to put people/relationships before things  and tasks because if we aren't doing that, how can we be living for  Christ?! But, I also have to teach and provide my family with a clean home,  clean clothes, and healthy meals. I need my friends to keep me going on the hard days, and there have been a lot of those lately. So, if you don't hear from me, check in again. It's always welcome and appreciated even if I don't say the words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-3805108222164809383?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/3805108222164809383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/3805108222164809383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2012/01/communication.html' title='Communication'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-4424455955692579780</id><published>2012-01-19T10:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T11:01:39.342-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hyperemesis gravidarum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='praise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscarriage'/><title type='text'>Clint's Thoughts on Life with Seven Children</title><content type='html'>Clint's co-worker compared our lives with seven children to another friend  without children. The man asked Clint if he missed traveling, fancier  clothes, nicer cars, etc. Clint said "There is not a single thing that I  would rather have than my children. Trips are a few times a year and are soon a memory. Possessions don't last.  My children bring me joy every day and will continue to do so for an  eternity. I am not missing out on anything. I already have everything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 43, we are at a stage where most of our friends have children who have left home for college or have families of their own. Many times we have heard "I wish we would have had more children," "I miss having young children at home," or "Your family has so much fun together." We have also heard "I love being at your house because the children make me feel young again." These comments remind us of how blessed we are to be where we are. They help us to not take our children for granted when things are chaotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clint and I are very thankful for the Holy Spirit's leading to let the Father control our family size. We have never regretted it. Even with the miscarriages and hyperemesis gravidarum, we know there is a plan and a purpose for our good and God's glory. Our daily lives are filled with laughter and a sense of purpose. We are joyfully living out the calling God gave us knowing there will be an eternal reward.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-4424455955692579780?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/4424455955692579780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/4424455955692579780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2012/01/clints-thoughts-on-life-with-7-children.html' title='Clint&apos;s Thoughts on Life with Seven Children'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-7976587554349583452</id><published>2012-01-18T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T10:34:14.466-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>You Are Worthy</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="yiv547438099uiStreamMessage" id="yui_3_2_0_1_1325993805414918"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv547438099messageBody" id="yui_3_2_0_1_1325993805414915"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;"A well-known speaker started off his seminar  holding up a $20.00 bill. In the room of 200, he asked, "Who would like  this $20 bill?" Hands started going up. He said, "I am going to give  this $20 to one of you but first, let me do this." He proceeded to  crumple up the $20 dollar bill. He then asked, "Who still wants it?"  Still the hands were up in th&lt;span class="yiv547438099text_exposed_show"&gt;e  air. "Well," he replied, "What if I do this?" And he dropped it on the  ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe. He picked  it up, now crumpled and dirty. "Now, who still wants it?" Still the  hands went into the air.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="yiv547438099uiStreamMessage" id="yui_3_2_0_1_1325993805414918"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv547438099messageBody" id="yui_3_2_0_1_1325993805414915"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv547438099text_exposed_show"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yiv547438099messageBody" id="yui_3_2_0_1_1325993805414915"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv547438099text_exposed_show"&gt;"My friends, we have all learned a very  valuable lesson. No matter what I did to the money, you still wanted it  because it did not decrease in value. It was still worth $20. Many times  in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt by the  decisions the circumstances that come our way or the decisions we make. We feel as  though we are worthless. But no matter what has happened or what will  happen, you will never lose your value. Dirty or clean, crumpled or  finely creased, you are still priceless to the One Who Redeemed YOU. The  worth of our lives comes not in what we do or who we know, but through Christ. You are Special-Don't EVER forget it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="yiv547438099uiStreamMessage" id="yui_3_2_0_1_1325993805414918"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv547438099messageBody" id="yui_3_2_0_1_1325993805414915"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv547438099text_exposed_show"&gt;This should also affect how we view others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="yiv547438099uiStreamMessage" id="yui_3_2_0_1_1325993805414918"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv547438099messageBody" id="yui_3_2_0_1_1325993805414915"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv547438099text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;esus first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;thers second&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;ourself last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-7976587554349583452?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/7976587554349583452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/7976587554349583452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-are-worthy.html' title='You Are Worthy'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-9181525725968516794</id><published>2012-01-16T11:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T11:59:08.830-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='link'/><title type='text'>In Praise of Homeschools by Aaron Smith</title><content type='html'>"The most admirable group of entrepreneurs is perhaps the least appreciated. Homeschool parents, or &lt;i&gt;parentrepreneurs&lt;/i&gt;,  are not waiting for politicians and technocrats to fix broken systems  of education. Rather, they are eschewing the status quo and finding  innovative ways to advance the intellectual, emotional, and spiritual  growth of their children. Unlike their counterparts in the public  sector, parentrepreneurs have achieved astounding results with humble  budgets." ... Read the rest at: http://mises.org/daily/5866/In-Praise-of-Homeschools&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-9181525725968516794?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/9181525725968516794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/9181525725968516794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2012/01/in-praise-of-homeschools-by-aaron-smith.html' title='In Praise of Homeschools by Aaron Smith'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-6834807146158907616</id><published>2012-01-12T09:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T09:53:39.214-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Why I Hate Religion by Spoken Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1IAhDGYlpqY" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is how Clint and I feel about religion vs a relationship with Jesus Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-6834807146158907616?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/6834807146158907616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/6834807146158907616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-i-hate-religion-by-spoken-word.html' title='Why I Hate Religion by Spoken Word'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/1IAhDGYlpqY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-5296705215552132917</id><published>2012-01-12T09:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T20:34:01.627-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ffamily'/><title type='text'>In This Home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WfrVsjlukOk/Tw-JuxJ2o5I/AAAAAAAAHfM/G4SgeesmaMA/s1600/402910_346026245426940_100000587029792_1301811_1828254688_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WfrVsjlukOk/Tw-JuxJ2o5I/AAAAAAAAHfM/G4SgeesmaMA/s320/402910_346026245426940_100000587029792_1301811_1828254688_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;not our picture, not sure where to give credit&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-5296705215552132917?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/5296705215552132917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/5296705215552132917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2012/01/in-this-home.html' title='In This Home...'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WfrVsjlukOk/Tw-JuxJ2o5I/AAAAAAAAHfM/G4SgeesmaMA/s72-c/402910_346026245426940_100000587029792_1301811_1828254688_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-7217218436511128121</id><published>2012-01-11T11:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T12:42:13.963-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nursing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>Breastfeeding in Public</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lAyfe5mzug4/Tw29n5hkBWI/AAAAAAAAHfE/s3VdiJ3qu1I/s1600/389954_126654114117864_100003198298182_128974_2024014586_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lAyfe5mzug4/Tw29n5hkBWI/AAAAAAAAHfE/s3VdiJ3qu1I/s1600/389954_126654114117864_100003198298182_128974_2024014586_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;not our picture, not sure where to give credit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have seven children and have breastfed all of them. I have breastfed in public hundreds of times including in the pew at church, &amp;nbsp;at parks, restaurants, stores, theme parks, events, etc. Not once have I been mistreated or had a single word spoken against what I was doing. I haven't even had a dirty look aimed at me. Even though I wear a DD cup, I never showed as much cleavage as either of these women. The Biblical standard of modesty would have both women covering up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can breastfeed discreetly. It's a choice you make to show respect to others. The only time anyone knew I was breastfeeding was when a woman leaned in to see the baby's face. Even though I was in a public place, she apologized profusely for invading my privacy. I was not offended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The picture has a good point, but it misses a bigger one: Respect goes both ways. The goal of breastfeeding should be to give your baby the best nutrition not to push limits and challenge other's views.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-7217218436511128121?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/7217218436511128121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/7217218436511128121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2012/01/breastfeeding-in-public.html' title='Breastfeeding in Public'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lAyfe5mzug4/Tw29n5hkBWI/AAAAAAAAHfE/s3VdiJ3qu1I/s72-c/389954_126654114117864_100003198298182_128974_2024014586_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-8063580513077681646</id><published>2012-01-11T10:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T10:22:20.672-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Quote on Difficult Circumstances</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: white; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_13_132629493985240"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"There is no circumstance, no trouble, no testing, that can ever touch me until, first of all, it has gone past God and past Christ until it came right through to me. If it has come that far, it has come with a great purpose which I might not understand at the moment. But, I refuse to become panicky as I lift my eyes up to Him and accept it as coming from the Throne of God for some great purpose of blessing to my own heart." ~Alan Redpath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-8063580513077681646?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/8063580513077681646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/8063580513077681646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2012/01/quote-on-difficult-circumstances.html' title='Quote on Difficult Circumstances'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-7315546592876488446</id><published>2012-01-10T13:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T14:02:46.214-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer requests'/><title type='text'>Wrestling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Giving someone who has deeply wounded you another chance goes against human instinct. Doing what you feel is right does not guarantee a happy ending. Clint and I are doing the best we can in the situation we have found ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I am fighting hard to keep my eyes off of the troubled waters of "what if" and on my Father. It's another flesh vs spirit war waging inside of me. I can't remember a time when I genuinely loved someone, but also didn't trust them any further than I could throw them. It's a difficult place, and we are definitely thrust out of our comfort zones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Clint and I are learning a lot about extending mercy and grace. We are seeing more of how our Father deals with His children and how deep His love for us goes. We are both watching carefully so we can learn all there is to learn. That's the wonderful thing about being a Christian; you never stop growing and learning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The love I feel for Rock is genuine and doesn't change with my feelings or the circumstances. Real love is not fickle. I see things in Rock that make me think there is more going on here. I don't want to miss out on something good for my family if it is here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;If they are good, they will appreciate the struggle to give them this chance. They will value the opportunity and treat us respectfully. They will be forthcoming, open, direct, and honest, avoiding any hint of underhandedness. They will not try to hide anything because God doesn't deal in darkness. They will realize how very precarious this situation is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;If they are bad, God will reveal them and will look out for my family,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;God is asking us to show understanding without understanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The concerns our friends have expressed echo our own, but we have to obey what God is telling us. We appreciate the heartfelt advice. It is not an easy place to be, but here we are. Trying to force your will on us isn't going to help us. Be the kind of friend to us that you would want us to be to you if we did not agree with your choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Please pray for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;A couple of my single girlfriends have asked if Rock looks like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dwayne_Johnson" target="_blank"&gt;The Rock&lt;/a&gt;. I told them I'd answer here because it is too funny to keep to myself. This Rock is off the market and is into girdles and pads. HA HA!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Rock-because a long, long time ago they made academic choices which caused me to wonder if they were "dumber than." Then I learned they are very intelligent, so I had to undo many years of misconception--"smarter than." Rock because they are hard to read. Rock because I am rooting for them to be different than what I see on the outside and have been caught between them and a Hard Place. Rocks are steady, patient, and endure the weather. I've seen this too.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Of course, knowing my girlfriends, they never read past&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dwayne_Johnson" target="_blank"&gt;The Rock&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I have no idea why the paragraph spacing is off...??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-7315546592876488446?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/7315546592876488446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/7315546592876488446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2012/01/wrestling.html' title='Wrestling'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-7476172372907020603</id><published>2012-01-09T15:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T15:26:11.927-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='link'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Unwind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://momastery.com/blog/2012/01/09/766/" target="_blank"&gt;http://momastery.com/blog/2012/01/09/766/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This applies to all relationships, not just marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to Jen C. for sharing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-7476172372907020603?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/7476172372907020603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/7476172372907020603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2012/01/unwind.html' title='Unwind'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-409966833872617686</id><published>2012-01-09T14:43:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T16:44:47.214-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>A Rock and a Hard Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The position I am in now started being built in 1986 and has given me a unique view of two people. I have defended my husband from a hard blow, pleaded his position, tried desperately to bridge a gap, been a shield, warred hard through prayer, and put love into actions. I have done everything I could to reach the Rock. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've asked many questions trying to understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When that didn't work, I was painfully blunt about how I feel and see them hoping they'd try to fix it. I have practically begged them to show us or do something to prove their story. They have never sought us out to explain anything; I've had to get Clint to seek them. I have been both people's advocate and critic.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have put out a lot of effort and seen pathetically little return. I have given lengthy and serious consideration to knocking two heads together. That one is still on the table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Clint is a husband and a father of seven, but he is a Christian first. He desires to please the Lord by setting a godly example while at the same time keeping his family safe from harm. In this situation, his hurt and disappointment run very deep. While Clint can express himself better than most men, he usually holds back with everyone besides me and our children. He can be civil, even appear jovial, and still be very reserved. Once he gets into a position of being done with someone, it is difficult to change him. That's a Hard Place for me when the Lord is telling me to keep trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I do not know the Rock well enough to even guess why they did the things they did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't think Clint and I have all of the story right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I see “a mess of contradictions” in them. I see things which make me believe they do care about us, but then the facts I have overwhelm me. Dates and motives lead to one place. Yet God won’t let me walk away from this. Their words seem to indicate if they don't get their way on the business end, they don’t want a relationship. If so, that will be on&lt;u&gt; their head.&lt;/u&gt; When they do act like they want a relationship, I don't feel I can trust it because of the other issue. I don't even know how you get from here to trust again, but I don't have to trust them. God only asks me to trust Him. My Father has never failed me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The thing about being a bridge is you get a lot of wear and tear and bear heavy burdens. Off and on in the last summer/early fall months, I felt like the Lord was telling me the Rock was coming back into our lives. I kept seeing a swirling triangle with a person on each point. In September, the feeling was so intense, I told Clint I had a feeling not only was Rock coming back around, but I'd be stuck with Rock for the rest of my life. I was NOT happy and built some walls of protection. It's funny because it contradicts the prayers I had been praying for reconciliation. I should have built myself up for, not against, the thing God had planned.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have spent a lot of time pondering the things I've seen and heard. I've dissected information and gone over it with a microscope looking for answers. I've juggled possibilities back and forth. I have shared with trustworthy Christians what was happening to gain their perspective. I've studied the Word about different situations that apply. I have agonized and battled in prayer over everything. I am weary of all of it but, God won't let me shut the door.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have taken &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew%205:44-45&amp;amp;version=KJV" target="_blank"&gt;Matthew 5:44-45&lt;/a&gt; and put it into actions because I want to please the Lord. Love costs you something. In this case, pride, family time, energy, a little money, and some wear and tear on my preexisting injuries. I worried my actions would be misconstrued or hated, and they might have been. My Father knows my motivation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have battled my flesh &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(what I have seen and heard, my reactions to those things)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; against my spirit &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(what I believe God ultimately desires here, what He is showing me)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;. I’ve warred what I would like to see happen with what is prudent. I feel God telling me to show my love to Rock, but friends are telling me shut them out. My instinct to protect my family has me wanting to slam the door; love for the Rock has me struggling to keep it open. Between the Rock and a Hard Place is just enough room for me to wage a relentless war within myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My temper is fiery, especially when Clint or my children take a hit, but it is short lived. It’s the hurt that takes a while to recover from. Clint took a step to keep me from getting more bruised. I needed the break. I don’t care about the answers to the questions I have any more. The anger, defeat, and hurt over the dates of the insurance has left, and I am ready to go again. What matters is how we are treated from today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Please pray for me. More than anything else, I want to please the Lord in the solitary position He has placed me. I know if I stay in His will, Mama Bear can rest; He will watch over my family.&amp;nbsp;I do not want to fail my God, my husband, my children, Rock, their family, a deceased person, those following the blog, my precious prayer warriors, my friends, or myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pray with us that God will change this situation and build a strong, unbreakable, committed&amp;nbsp;relationship with mutual, deep, and enduring love and trust. May we deal honestly, gently, and with a forgiving attitude towards one another. Join me in praying God will be given the victory, glory, and honor in this situation. I am very determined if the relationship crashes, the fault line will be in the Rock or the Hard Place because while the Bridge might need to step back, take a breath, and rebuild herself, she's going to hold fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rock is opposite of a hard place and is also a term of affection based on an incorrect perception I once had. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-409966833872617686?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/409966833872617686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/409966833872617686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2012/01/rock-and-hard-place.html' title='A Rock and a Hard Place'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-4958858723649471235</id><published>2012-01-06T11:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T15:03:09.857-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><title type='text'>January 2012</title><content type='html'>We were ahead of schedule with the school work, so we took the whole month of December off of homeschool. It was a nice break! We baked and decorated cookies, decorated the house, played games, and enjoyed the down time with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per tradition, Clint and I took down the Christmas decorations while the children were playing with their toys. I have found it is easier to do it while Clint can help. If I wait, it is hard for me to find time to get to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started school back on the third of this month which was when Clint had to go back to work. Being on a schedule is easier than not. My children know what to do on a school day and do not usually have to be prompted. Being off the routine is more challenging. The house gets messier quicker, and I have to remind everyone of the things they need to do to keep our family functioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clint has to work some overtime so we can redo our bathroom. We are down to one working toilet. The bathroom with the working toilet had an electrical problem several weeks ago. So, the light doesn't work. We have all of the items to redo the bathroom already, but we did not anticipate a wiring issue too. Now we have to tear out walls too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My homeschooled son, Brandon, continues to be in the top of his classes in college!!! He aced another math test yesterday! He was the only one to solve a tough Geometry question in class, so his teacher gave him 10 points to apply to any exam. He plans on adding to the final. When he succeeds, I feel like I succeed because I taught him. I knew he was capable of this, but I did not expect the satisfaction it would bring me. Reaping the blessings of obeying God's leading to homeschool has been very sweet! Seeing Brandon excel in academics has renewed my determination to give my other children the best education I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Brandon if he felt his homeschool education prepared him well for college. He quickly and firmly answered "YES!" He said he felt it prepared him better than the other student's experience. He is appalled by the rudeness and lack of interest. He told me he wants to give his children what I gave him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda graduated high school last year and is planning to start college soon. She has been praying about what to do. She has a couple of things she is contemplating. I am enjoying the blessing of extra time with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to cut Hannah's hair last night. Her fine blonde hair is still sparse but she had a long lock of hair that was resting on her forehead. She came to me after I trimmed the other girl's bangs and said "Please cut mine too, Mom!" I tried talking her out of it four times; she was not having it. I saved the bits of hair. The other day, as I cuddled her to me, I said "You are my baby, Hannah." She said "I am not a baby, Mom. I don't wet my pants anymore; I am a big girl!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one child leaving behind his childhood as he starts his adult life. I have another child leaving behind her babyhood. It's nice to see both of those periods of development at the same time. It's also a little sad. I am enjoying my mothering adventures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clint and I love our friends. When we get knocked down, they reach out a loving hand, pull us to our feet, dust us off, give us a hug, and say "Go forward; you can do this!" We know some of the best people in the world. Thank you for all of your kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;"If you forgive those who sin against you, your heavenly Father will forgive you."&amp;nbsp; &lt;i id="yui_3_2_0_5_1325949433203599"&gt;– Matthew 6:14 &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-4958858723649471235?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/4958858723649471235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/4958858723649471235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2012/01/january-2012.html' title='January 2012'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-5296673746779299063</id><published>2012-01-06T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T10:33:15.471-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Being Silly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RzhdVplsuxU/TwcTVvkFkEI/AAAAAAAAHeE/eVoCHbw8eCM/s1600/amandabeinggoofy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RzhdVplsuxU/TwcTVvkFkEI/AAAAAAAAHeE/eVoCHbw8eCM/s320/amandabeinggoofy.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Amanda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0wJhV_NkZlU/TwcTdtDvd1I/AAAAAAAAHeM/IrKfDxM4qEc/s1600/bethanygoofy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0wJhV_NkZlU/TwcTdtDvd1I/AAAAAAAAHeM/IrKfDxM4qEc/s320/bethanygoofy.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bethany&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4EMs3W9oPPw/TwcTgmujPUI/AAAAAAAAHeU/ElUZmBaA46Q/s1600/calebgoofy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4EMs3W9oPPw/TwcTgmujPUI/AAAAAAAAHeU/ElUZmBaA46Q/s320/calebgoofy.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Caleb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vNOz7qqFn5A/TwcTjF0WbwI/AAAAAAAAHec/bChWC8OqoWI/s1600/caleblaughing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vNOz7qqFn5A/TwcTjF0WbwI/AAAAAAAAHec/bChWC8OqoWI/s320/caleblaughing.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He cracked himself up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d1b0hfOsZP8/TwcTpzBYglI/AAAAAAAAHek/pcGLXTNZbYU/s1600/maggiegoofy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d1b0hfOsZP8/TwcTpzBYglI/AAAAAAAAHek/pcGLXTNZbYU/s320/maggiegoofy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even Maggie participated!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-5296673746779299063?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/5296673746779299063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/5296673746779299063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2012/01/being-silly.html' title='Being Silly'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RzhdVplsuxU/TwcTVvkFkEI/AAAAAAAAHeE/eVoCHbw8eCM/s72-c/amandabeinggoofy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-8620848544922558485</id><published>2012-01-05T17:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T17:53:19.617-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='large family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Gingerbread House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uSWPVJFwiAU/TwYoLh-bgMI/AAAAAAAAHdc/UqAJ3nXp8ko/s1600/gingerbreadhouse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uSWPVJFwiAU/TwYoLh-bgMI/AAAAAAAAHdc/UqAJ3nXp8ko/s320/gingerbreadhouse.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U1rZ1uyrDhw/TwYoTyZ_BaI/AAAAAAAAHdk/Z6nJU7TOgp0/s1600/gingerbreadhouse1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U1rZ1uyrDhw/TwYoTyZ_BaI/AAAAAAAAHdk/Z6nJU7TOgp0/s320/gingerbreadhouse1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4cbDWKeSk_I/TwYodGCDerI/AAAAAAAAHds/khwV0l6ytVc/s1600/gingerbreadhouse2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4cbDWKeSk_I/TwYodGCDerI/AAAAAAAAHds/khwV0l6ytVc/s320/gingerbreadhouse2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fJdEPJ10eV0/TwYoknKre9I/AAAAAAAAHd0/uEbLZXOjacQ/s1600/gingerbreadhouse3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fJdEPJ10eV0/TwYoknKre9I/AAAAAAAAHd0/uEbLZXOjacQ/s320/gingerbreadhouse3.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WlabqjHRWzU/TwYoo_Auw9I/AAAAAAAAHd8/lyyeckMZRQA/s1600/gingerbreadhousebuilding.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WlabqjHRWzU/TwYoo_Auw9I/AAAAAAAAHd8/lyyeckMZRQA/s320/gingerbreadhousebuilding.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Clint works a lot, so I try to take a backseat and give him opportunities to do things with the children.&lt;br /&gt;A wife should make her husband feel important in her life and in the lives of their children.&lt;br /&gt;Little things, like gingerbread house making, can end up yielding big things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They made the gingerbread house, let me take a few pictures of it, and then proceeded to eat all of it in about 15 minutes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amanda's shirt: She thought that and about 15 other "crinkle" blouses had been lost in the barn fire. She found them squished into the back of a chest in her room. She was so happy; she came downstairs wearing one to show us she found them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-8620848544922558485?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/8620848544922558485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/8620848544922558485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2012/01/gingerbread-house.html' title='Gingerbread House'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uSWPVJFwiAU/TwYoLh-bgMI/AAAAAAAAHdc/UqAJ3nXp8ko/s72-c/gingerbreadhouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-654109902396351566</id><published>2012-01-05T12:29:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T11:56:02.809-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><title type='text'>Relationship</title><content type='html'>Clint and I desired a relationship with this person very much. In fact, after everything, we still do. That is what makes this so very painful. We can't welcome someone to scheme, manipulate, lie, and seek their own gain into our life. There is no trust. They have already brought a lot of pain to us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray with us that God, if He wills, will change this situation and build a strong, unbreakable, committed&amp;nbsp; relationship with mutual love and trust. Please pray it happens soon so we can stop wasting the time we have on this earth on something that is not going to matter in eternity. Please pray it will be ABUNDANTLY clear to Clint and I that we should accept them and can trust them. It would be extremely difficult to let them into our lives after this, so we'd have to be very cautious. God would have to show us something so we'd KNOW it was Him at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be honest; I don't see how it is possible to have a relationship after this. I don't see how we can ever trust them again. I don't see how we can ever get over the deep hurt and disappointment. I don't see how this thing can ever change. But....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I serve a God who can move mountains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ephesians 3:20-21 Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Matthew 7:7-8 Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the  door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives; he who seeks  finds; and to him who knocks, the door will be opened.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Matthew 7:11 If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask Him!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: black;"&gt;I hope when the time is right they see this:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Rock, all nine of us, especially &lt;u&gt;Clint and I, love you very, very, very much.&lt;/u&gt; You have brought much hurt into our lives time and time again, misjudged us, and done us very wrong, but &lt;u&gt;we still love you&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;We wanted to welcome you into our lives, share our joy-filled family, and help you bear your burdens. We have always posted our joys and trials on this blog and you can't expect us to change what we have always done for you. We have shared our miscarriages, our trials, and our joys. We &lt;u&gt;have&lt;/u&gt; kept your identity out of it. We have defended you to those who bad-mouthed you. We wanted nothing from you but to shower you with the love we had waiting for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;You have to fix this; we can't. There is something wonderful here waiting for you to care enough to make a real effort to claim it. We don't really care about the bad stuff and can let it go, but have to know there won't be more of the same. Please take care of yourself. I worry about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rom 8:37 "Yet in all these things, we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Luke 18:27 " The things which are impossible with men are possible with God."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/18019501-654109902396351566?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/654109902396351566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/654109902396351566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2012/01/relationship.html' title='Relationship'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-4523221745786543546</id><published>2012-01-05T09:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T09:18:33.741-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>My Very Favorite People</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_By56Rl74s/TwO7u3KVMbI/AAAAAAAAHcU/LfG1SlOC9g4/s1600/ziplineclintlookingsexy.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_By56Rl74s/TwO7u3KVMbI/AAAAAAAAHcU/LfG1SlOC9g4/s320/ziplineclintlookingsexy.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My "old" man :0)...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JZMX2VcMpRc/TwO7sCkBsCI/AAAAAAAAHcE/tOogXEvFal8/s1600/ziplineclint.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JZMX2VcMpRc/TwO7sCkBsCI/AAAAAAAAHcE/tOogXEvFal8/s320/ziplineclint.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pretending to be a young man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pi133kjAlho/TwO7spX1gpI/AAAAAAAAHcM/lOICEiVs5zw/s1600/ziplineclintflying.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pi133kjAlho/TwO7spX1gpI/AAAAAAAAHcM/lOICEiVs5zw/s320/ziplineclintflying.jpg" width="257" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wheeeeeeeeeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_By56Rl74s/TwO7u3KVMbI/AAAAAAAAHcU/LfG1SlOC9g4/s1600/ziplineclintlookingsexy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3zsYDtdSQac/TwO77ibiwsI/AAAAAAAAHcg/UUT9p1Kk4dY/s1600/bowsarrowsboys.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3zsYDtdSQac/TwO77ibiwsI/AAAAAAAAHcg/UUT9p1Kk4dY/s320/bowsarrowsboys.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my young men&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h-A9JeFtu1E/TwO8C91LxxI/AAAAAAAAHco/0Qa2bquJHcc/s1600/brandonhopinghebumpsme.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h-A9JeFtu1E/TwO8C91LxxI/AAAAAAAAHco/0Qa2bquJHcc/s320/brandonhopinghebumpsme.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This stinker was hoping to run into me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He forgets I can move quick when I need it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RxOBAdQIbhY/TwO8FVhBPTI/AAAAAAAAHcw/tr1PjeuA_RY/s1600/brothers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RxOBAdQIbhY/TwO8FVhBPTI/AAAAAAAAHcw/tr1PjeuA_RY/s320/brothers.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joshua and Caleb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May they fight battles together and not fight each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-558bmk8g0r0/TwO8Gz49KNI/AAAAAAAAHc4/HCf9vZ2lbAM/s1600/christmasmorningdoorprint.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-558bmk8g0r0/TwO8Gz49KNI/AAAAAAAAHc4/HCf9vZ2lbAM/s320/christmasmorningdoorprint.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We make them pause by the front door before they go to the tree.&lt;br /&gt;Note Hannah's face! Her Gramma Susan calls it her "poogy" face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C52ToEohgxc/TwO90rhgilI/AAAAAAAAHdE/VzsqAI3tHQQ/s1600/clintrighbeforeIhithim.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C52ToEohgxc/TwO90rhgilI/AAAAAAAAHdE/VzsqAI3tHQQ/s320/clintrighbeforeIhithim.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Clint and I are very playful with each other. He picks on me relentlessly sometimes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He thinks it is funny to get me riled up. So, I hit him. :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-4523221745786543546?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/4523221745786543546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/4523221745786543546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-very-favorite-people.html' title='My Very Favorite People'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_By56Rl74s/TwO7u3KVMbI/AAAAAAAAHcU/LfG1SlOC9g4/s72-c/ziplineclintlookingsexy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-559453725840882320</id><published>2012-01-05T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T09:29:52.936-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>Trust  is Like An Eraser....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XyQ8bmfMYww/TwWzMaMfXoI/AAAAAAAAHdQ/RUtUjYAhX9s/s1600/379132_2811569375391_1443461416_2945843_1552583246_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XyQ8bmfMYww/TwWzMaMfXoI/AAAAAAAAHdQ/RUtUjYAhX9s/s320/379132_2811569375391_1443461416_2945843_1552583246_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(not our photo; do not know where to give credit)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-559453725840882320?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/559453725840882320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/559453725840882320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2012/01/trust-is-like-eraser.html' title='Trust  is Like An Eraser....'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XyQ8bmfMYww/TwWzMaMfXoI/AAAAAAAAHdQ/RUtUjYAhX9s/s72-c/379132_2811569375391_1443461416_2945843_1552583246_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-768615201936552798</id><published>2012-01-04T08:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T10:43:44.392-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='praise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer requests'/><title type='text'>Thoughts by Wendy</title><content type='html'>Even though I do not claim to be perfect, I like the person I have been in this. I gave an enemy a chance. I was proven wrong and got hurt, but I gave them a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had peace about the business end of it since December 11. Now we have peace about the relationship side. Ever since the insurance agent told us what was in the computer, we've felt a huge burden lift. It wasn't what we hoped, but we have an answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clint and I would be well within our rights to post the documents from the court. They are public information and would shed a clearer light on the situation. We have chosen not to do that. Maybe something else will happen to warrant further examination, but I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clint and I were a couple in high school. Hundreds of people we knew back in 1986 are still in touch with us now. We have made many more friends over the years. This thing has left a mark on us. When our friends look at our faces and see how we have aged and the sadness in our eyes, they start asking questions. When we don't respond to their joking as normal, they pick up on it. When they talk to us on the phone, they know us well enough we can't get by with a "fine" when they ask how we are doing. When we stop answering messages while we get a handle on a trial, they are quick to pick up on it because our family has been through so much. If we don't answer, they become more persistent. They know us. They care. We really do know some of the best people in the world. They ask questions and have concerns. Answering here is a lot easier than doing it through the different ways they have contacted us. It also gets it done. We don't have to deal with questions about details we don't want to share. We don't have to keep reliving it and all of the hurt and disappointment again. Everyone knows now, and we can move forward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing for me is seeing the sadness and disappointment in Clint's eyes. My hope in all of this was to give him something very special. My love for him made me try so hard and become vulnerable to this person. At one time or another since September 29, I have struggled with fear, letting go of the past in preference for a future, confusion, anger, hurt, sadness, and disappointment. The Holy Spirit had me say both loving and blunt things that embarrassed me. I have wanted to hit, shout, scream, fight, cry, beg, and give up. It's been a ride! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been constantly burdened about the relationship. That was more valuable to me than anything else. Money comes and goes, but a good friend is priceless. It is their loss. We had so much we were willing to give them. Someone will come along and cherish what they threw away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This situation cost me in another way. I lost a friend. It hurt them when I did not follow their advice. They have had so much going on in their own life, I don't think they could bear to watch what they knew was going to happen. Losing fellowship with this old friend hurt me. I lost something valuable examining something that had no value. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the good side, I have also felt God's love for me like never before. Learning more about how He communicates with me on a personal level has been awesome! I saw things in my life I am good at and learned things I need to improve. My prayer as I go forward is that I will receive each person as Christ would have me receive them. I don't want this to make me afraid to reach out to someone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband has paid me some very high compliments for my efforts. I see a deeper love in his eyes too! As an overweight, middle aged woman close to the end of her child bearing years struggling with wrinkles and grey hair, this is a precious gift at a perfect time. I have more respect for my husband for how I have seen him handle all of this. I fell in love with him all over again too! I am thankful for the sharp contrast between this person and Clint. I am so glad I have the husband I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This person has a huge block around their heart where we are concerned. We can't take them back in time and show them the effort we made, the tears we shed, the Christians we consulted, or the prayers we lifted to restore the relationship with another person. We've tried to tell them, but they don't want to hear it. Hard hearts resist change! &lt;u&gt;Only God can reveal to them what our hearts were in the situation for which they feel great resentment towards us. This is a prayer I ask you to pray with us.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not for one minute, do I believe they have anything good in their hearts towards our family. I do believe they meant to harm to all of us last year and again this time. Love is an action verb, and it looks nothing like the actions we have seen. What we have seen feels like the opposite of love. It's a stark reality, but one we have had to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;"If  I knew you and you knew me, If both of us could clearly see, And with  an inner sight divine The meaning of your heart and mine, I'm sure that  we would differ less, And clasp our hands in friendliness; Our thoughts  would pleasantly agree If I knew you and you knew me." Nixon Waterman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thank you to Tracy for sharing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-768615201936552798?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/768615201936552798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/768615201936552798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2012/01/thoughts-by-wendy.html' title='Thoughts by Wendy'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-5309959868389351761</id><published>2012-01-03T19:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T19:57:13.509-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer requests'/><title type='text'>Proof</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This is re:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/11/thank-you-lord.html%20" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/11/thank-you-lord.html &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/12/thank-you-for-concern.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/12/thank-you-for-concern.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/12/pondering.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/12/pondering.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not taking calls or answering e-mail right now. Our feelings are raw, and we don't want to vent on anyone. I am posting this to answer questions of our friends and to verify with documentation what we know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to hide and can be completely forthcoming. In the midst of lots of confusion and conflicting information, we have tried to give the benefit of the doubt. Our only goal in all of this was to welcome them into our lives. We did not seek them out; they sought us out. I did not ask for anything from them, but once what they were concealing and lying about was revealed, they asked me to just sign away my property. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This person maintained for the entire month of December they did not know I owned part of this property until after they called a friend to "rebuild" a relationship. They stated over and over again they learned about my ownership between the date in the e-mail below and when they came to our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the e-mail we received with the date and the date of the call they received. It was forwarded to Wendy on the 30th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1011516247rfloat"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;September 29, 2011&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Clint,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this must seem completely out of the blue, but please hear me  out.  I received a phone call from (XXXXXXX) today and (THEY) mentioned that  the two of you had a falling out some time back (November, I think). (THEY)  said that (THEY) have been trying to get in touch with you because (THEY) knows  that (THEIR) relationship with you is more important than whatever it was  that caused you guys problems. (THEY) wants to contact you, but the cell  phone number (THEY) has for you is not working for (THEM). (THEY) asked if you  would please contact (THEM) at either (THEIR) cell phone number or (THEIR) home  number so that (THEY) can speak with you. (THEY) has considered coming by your  house to see you, but was afraid that might not be well received  considering what happened last year. (THEY) recognizes the fault (THEY) had in  this mess and wants to make it right.  Will you please call (THEM)?  Also, I  promised (THEM) that I would let (THEM) know if I was able to get in touch  with you, so please let me know - if you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Xxxxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sent a short, brusque e-mail to the person and told them to say what they needed through that. They wrote back three days later saying they wanted our phone number, and "God had really burdened" them to do something. We told them to share it in e-mail. On October 7, Wendy extended an olive branch through a text. That person then had a phone number. I did not want this hanging over my family and decided to wait until the evening of the 10th to see if they put their words into actions. We were in their area on October 8th. Wendy let them know. They were "busy." No call on Sunday.&amp;nbsp; No call all day Monday. I called them and told them to leave us alone on the evening of October 10th. I was fed up and wanted to protect my family from harm. I followed up with an e-mail that explained what I felt, thought, and saw about the situation. They sent an angry response and then texted Wendy in a friendly manner. Wendy let them know she was in agreement with me and the text conversation continued until they called her. Through Wendy's invitation, that person came to our house on the evening of 10/18. I asked them a direct question about the ownership of the property, and they told me a third person was sole owner. That did not ring true to what I had heard, so I questioned that. They reaffirmed their answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we obtained information from the insurance company. Here are the facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They contacted the company to start the policy on 8/12.&lt;br /&gt;On 8/19 they added my name to the policy.&lt;br /&gt;The policy went into effect on 8/21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's proof:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wOxqT-XPqU8/TwOj1Nzr8fI/AAAAAAAAHb4/jjeD9PXTm4U/s1600/a_fbbillforblog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wOxqT-XPqU8/TwOj1Nzr8fI/AAAAAAAAHb4/jjeD9PXTm4U/s320/a_fbbillforblog.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The insurance backs up the fact they knew before they contacted us. Even their spouse screamed into the phone so loudly just last week that Wendy heard them from across the room:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;"WE DIDN'T KNOW UNTIL SEPTEMBER!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't add someone's name to a policy in August if you do not know they owned the property until September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A list of property owners was handed to them by order of the court on  12/5/2007. My name is on it. My address was listed as unknown. Seeing  how we were in contact with the three parties mentioned on the document,  it is hard to believe they "didn't know how to contact us."&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone questions our story, we will be happy to sit down and show the folder full of the documentation and correspondence we have. In the last few months, we have lost our temper, said things we shouldn't have, been through a roller coaster of emotions, but we have honestly laid down our will for what the Lord would have us to do and given it our all to work towards a relationship. We have painstakingly sought the Lord every step of the way. Wendy did nothing but pray for three days. She didn't eat, barely drank, and did nothing except pray. She was dehydrated at the end of that time. She and I spent an entire weekend and many evenings alone praying for wisdom and discernment about this person. We have tried our very best to find a way to rebuild a relationship, but God has made it very apparent they never wanted one. You can't build a relationship when one side does not want it and comes into your life with manipulation for self gain. No, you &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;protect&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; yourself from that kind of a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When confronted with this information today, they admitted they "might have" known. Then, they said &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(and my wife recorded), &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"If you are looking for an apology for what I knew about the house, it will not happen. It doesn't matter if it is 1 month, 6 months, 1 year, or 6 years, you will not get an apology from me." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;only&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; apology they have given is for the lies they were caught in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;That is the thing we keep coming to again and again. They are not sorry for &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;anything&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; they have done or &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;the hurt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; they have caused. In fact, they seem like they believe &lt;i&gt;we&lt;/i&gt; are at fault.; they told Wendy today they have extended grace to her through all of this! I guess they feel they are getting revenge for what they choose to wrongly believe about another relationship. My wife and I put more prayer, time and energy into that relationship than we did this one. That person was just as loved, more respected, given more opportunities, and eagerly welcomed into our lives. They chose not to be in our lives not the other way around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Over the weekend, Wendy came up with an unlikely but possible scenario that could have fit with their story. So, I called the insurer. The insurer proved the scenario could not have happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; As this person has admitted, they never gave my wife a chance many years ago. In this, she has given them too many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Over and over again, we have asked God to reveal their intentions towards us. Over and over again, He has answered. It is not the answer we had hoped. God's answers have been consistent. The person's keeps changing. The person maintained for the entire month of December they found out between when they contacted our friend and when they came to the house. The computer record from the insurance company disproves that claim.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do we say the things that happened after we prayed were "coincidences?" Do we ignore the documentation and facts we have? Do we ignore the lack of interest in a relationship we picked up on? Do I ignore everything else I've seen in their actions and words towards my family? Do I put my family at risk for more harm? Would God mislead us to believe something that isn't true?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Please continue to pray for us. Pray the business end is done as quickly as possible so we can end this chapter and move forward. Join us in prayer for the other person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Note: We have not  use names, initials, gender, nature of the relationship, or specifics about the situation. My wife is too sweet. When they told her they were offended by our posts last week, she told them she would not  post anything else about it. Today, as the head of our household, I nullified that commitment. My wife has close to 1,000 friends in her Facebook and less than 30 are in common with this person, who is blocked from her account and shouldn't even see posts unless they used fraudulent means to gain access. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;If we wanted to cause harm, we  could have told everyone who they were, stated the facts, given the relationship, or shared other identifying details, and there  would be &lt;u&gt;nothing&lt;/u&gt; they could have done about it because we can provide proof.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Proverbs 17:17 A friend loveth at all times, and a brother is born for adversity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-5309959868389351761?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/5309959868389351761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/5309959868389351761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2012/01/proof.html' title='Proof'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wOxqT-XPqU8/TwOj1Nzr8fI/AAAAAAAAHb4/jjeD9PXTm4U/s72-c/a_fbbillforblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-5888138194105648226</id><published>2012-01-03T09:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T09:56:53.959-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>Lose My Soul-Toby Mac</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CbLoSy3_Mys" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-5888138194105648226?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/5888138194105648226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/5888138194105648226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2012/01/lose-my-soul-toby-mac.html' title='Lose My Soul-Toby Mac'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/CbLoSy3_Mys/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-5991647896899036744</id><published>2012-01-03T09:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T09:02:58.996-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>My Brave Son Caleb</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-16BO3ktnizE/TwMH4O39D8I/AAAAAAAAHbQ/1XCu-FbStkc/s1600/calebbrave.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-16BO3ktnizE/TwMH4O39D8I/AAAAAAAAHbQ/1XCu-FbStkc/s320/calebbrave.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Caleb is our youngest son. The zip line was challenging for him, but made himself do it anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n1TBMWneSBc/TwMH7a0-fAI/AAAAAAAAHbY/UVrLiySZ0-Y/s1600/calebbrave2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n1TBMWneSBc/TwMH7a0-fAI/AAAAAAAAHbY/UVrLiySZ0-Y/s320/calebbrave2.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Not only did he do the zip line, but he conquered his fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SRXfasHYcqc/TwMICjXi99I/AAAAAAAAHbg/7knYkb3spUs/s1600/calebbravevictorious.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SRXfasHYcqc/TwMICjXi99I/AAAAAAAAHbg/7knYkb3spUs/s320/calebbravevictorious.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He will draw on this experience the next time he faces a challenge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-5991647896899036744?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/5991647896899036744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/5991647896899036744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-brave-son-caleb.html' title='My Brave Son Caleb'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-16BO3ktnizE/TwMH4O39D8I/AAAAAAAAHbQ/1XCu-FbStkc/s72-c/calebbrave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-8474851651440876774</id><published>2012-01-02T08:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T08:55:07.436-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Team Asbell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j75oskrUqAE/TwGy0Ui5zTI/AAAAAAAAHaI/-GaPvDHPPc8/s1600/teamasbell.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j75oskrUqAE/TwGy0Ui5zTI/AAAAAAAAHaI/-GaPvDHPPc8/s320/teamasbell.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Emily wanted to try it. Clint started her off in the middle of the cable for a slower and shorter ride. In case her arms grew tired, Clint ran beside her holding onto her legs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jv2Q_D1C19g/TwG1XVTecII/AAAAAAAAHbE/YPSNT1_7i9A/s1600/emily.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jv2Q_D1C19g/TwG1XVTecII/AAAAAAAAHbE/YPSNT1_7i9A/s320/emily.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Fo_YBvWmpc/TwGziZkaECI/AAAAAAAAHas/UCkaMTy--lU/s1600/teamasbell5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Fo_YBvWmpc/TwGziZkaECI/AAAAAAAAHas/UCkaMTy--lU/s320/teamasbell5.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On her third try, she climbed the big ladder and rode the entire length of the cable.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On her fourth, she told me she didn't want help any more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-8474851651440876774?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/8474851651440876774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/8474851651440876774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2012/01/team-asbell.html' title='Team Asbell'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j75oskrUqAE/TwGy0Ui5zTI/AAAAAAAAHaI/-GaPvDHPPc8/s72-c/teamasbell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-5408128377558684164</id><published>2012-01-01T21:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T21:19:49.680-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='large family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscarriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Already a Better Year by Clint</title><content type='html'>When last year started off so poorly and this year has started off so great, it is hard not to note the stark contrast. Around mid-December last year, we knew our baby had died, and Wendy would miscarry. It was a long wait. The baby passed from her body on New Year's Day. It was a day of sadness. We figured the year could only get better from there. 2011 was not an easy year. We lost our child, ended a negative relationship, saw many friends lose their battles with disease, had the large loss due to the barn fire followed by livestock and wildlife issues, were involved in three car accidents, had a long term injury due to an accident, dealt with a flood, had our nerves shaken by an earthquake, and had some damage due to a hurricane. Then Wendy broke her heel.&amp;nbsp; Just as we thought things were getting easier and we were looking forward to the holidays, more hurt and disappointment walked into our lives. Most would say 2011 was a horrible year for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was tough, but through it all, we saw God's blessings. We have seen spiritual growth not only in my and Wendy's life, but also in our children's. Team Asbell bonded even closer as we tackled the clean up from the fire and began the process of restoring our lives. Blessings poured out upon us as we handled the insurance claim and reached out to help others. Friendships were strengthened. Wendy and I have grown even closer to one another. The trials and blessings were beautifully mixed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Wendy and I got a rare chance to sleep late. Together we went out to a late brunch and had a nice, uninterrupted time talking. Later at home, we enjoyed watching our children play with their new Christmas toys. Then they took turns racing down the zip line I installed.&amp;nbsp; We had a bonfire and cook out followed by some game time indoors after it became too chilly outside. Our home was filled with activity and delight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, we rang in the 2012 with a lot of laughter and playfulness followed by prayers and rejoicing for all we experienced in 2011. In the last few seconds of the year due to a mix up in instructions, we were running to grab the grape juice someone stuck in the freezer. As we raced the clock together to serve sparkling grape "slushy" to everyone, we laughed at ourselves! It was a hilarious moment and a perfect end to a challenging year. Today, after worship and a trip down memory lane, we spent the day focusing on what is good in our life. Our day has been filled with thanksgiving, rejoicing, and lots of love and laughter. It's already a better year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Psalms51:10-11 Create in me a pure heart, O God, and  renew a steadfast spirit within me. Do not cast me from your presence  or take your Holy Spirit from me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-5408128377558684164?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/5408128377558684164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/5408128377558684164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2012/01/already-better-year-by-clint.html' title='Already a Better Year by Clint'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-4681158484371157579</id><published>2011-12-31T20:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T20:43:43.736-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year's Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--3cinO5q2CI/Tv-53k675PI/AAAAAAAAHZQ/md4In9o5cgg/s1600/halfmoon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--3cinO5q2CI/Tv-53k675PI/AAAAAAAAHZQ/md4In9o5cgg/s320/halfmoon.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;half moon as seen from Contentment Acres 12/31/2011&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We hope everyone has a fun and safe New Year's Eve!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May the Lord bless you and yours in 2012!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-4681158484371157579?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/4681158484371157579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/4681158484371157579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-new-years-eve.html' title='Happy New Year&apos;s Eve'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--3cinO5q2CI/Tv-53k675PI/AAAAAAAAHZQ/md4In9o5cgg/s72-c/halfmoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-5520560556290292275</id><published>2011-12-30T16:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T16:47:25.766-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Never Let Go of Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pd_I_vH4a28/Tv4wx5isXeI/AAAAAAAAHZE/kZbJVgtnVIc/s1600/plantseeds.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pd_I_vH4a28/Tv4wx5isXeI/AAAAAAAAHZE/kZbJVgtnVIc/s320/plantseeds.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(not my picture, not sure who to give credit to)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Never let go of hope. One day you will see that it has all finally come together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What you have always wished for has finally come to be. You will look back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and laugh at what has passed and you will ask yourself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How did I get through all of that?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-5520560556290292275?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/5520560556290292275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/5520560556290292275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/12/never-let-go-of-hope.html' title='Never Let Go of Hope'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pd_I_vH4a28/Tv4wx5isXeI/AAAAAAAAHZE/kZbJVgtnVIc/s72-c/plantseeds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-8004068591214539600</id><published>2011-12-29T16:30:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T16:44:00.853-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><title type='text'>Pondering</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;Posted Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;This is what Clint wrote me:  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You are a beautiful and passionate woman and I love you for it. You  passion permeates the very fiber of your being and is an intricate part of you.  It is the reason that you love me and the children so much. It is the reason  that you care so deeply. You work hard, play hard, fight hard and love with all  you have. You have a compassion for people that goes deep. I have seen you  grieve for and &lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;empathize with for people that you  have never met. That is awesome! It is also the reason why you are hurting now.  You did as God said and opened yourself up for them. You were afraid of more  hurt, but you gave it your all! This person hurt you badly. They will only take  pleasure from your pain. I don’t know why God has allowed us to go through this,  but He will give us strength. There is good that will come of this. We are  closer as a couple and we are both closer to God. This person has been revealed  for what they are. You are allowed to grieve and hurt for the loss of what you  hoped for. We had both hoped that there would be a wonderful relationship with  our family and theirs through this, but that isn’t to be. Hang in there darling.  I just want you to know that I am here for you and I love you. I am hopelessly  devoted to and in love with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;That was very sweet. I  will cherish that always. I am not a perfect woman, and he paints me in a much,  much better light than reality. He actually wrote a little more than that, but I  kept some of it personal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;What he said about  me being passionate is true. I come from a very passionate heritage with a  wonderful and lively mix of genetics. It did not matter who I took to my  Grandmother's house, she readily greeted them, opened her arms, gave them a big  hug, and welcomed them right into the middle of everything. They could look like  a street thug or the girl next door; she didn't care. I actually warned people;  "Get ready; she's gonna hug you!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;If they  weren't hungry, they still had to eat, or she would not leave them alone.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;She was going to take care of them! She put  her love into action. Once the family accepted them, they were in; like it or  not. If someone messed with them, they messed with all of us. If we didn't see  them for years, it didn't matter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;We are  fiercely loyal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;When I married Clint, he  was called "son, grandchild, cousin, nephew" immediately. He was never called an "in law." All in or  all out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;That's where I come from and is  who I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;I've known for a long  time that passion can be a two sided coin. I am either running full steam ahead,  or I am dead in the water. I throw myself into everything I do wholeheartedly. I  do not know how to hold back. It makes me bold to share what I believe. It makes  my marriage strong and delightful and keeps me pouring out myself to my  children. My friends know I am there for them. It makes me loyal and very  protective. Passion gives me a drive to learn and do new things. When I take on  a commitment, the job gets done. I can be afraid and still boldly confront  poachers on our place because of that passion.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;The flip side of  that is that my emotions run high, and I am impulsive. There is the opportunity to sin when emotions are high. God doesn't tell us not  to have anger or other emotions. He tells us not to sin in those emotions.&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Ephesians 4:26)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/12/temper.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;Like when I called someone a jerk and  told them they sucked in private texts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  when I also told them they were a liar, manipulator, and deceiver. I can't  apologize for what I honestly believe based on the information I have,  &lt;b&gt;but&lt;/b&gt; I should not have demeaned them with names. So, I had to fix it. I am  still embarrassed about it, but as I told you, I am not perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;Discussing recent events  with a friend, I told him I do not want to become the hard, cantankerous woman  who keeps everyone at arm's length and is angry at the world. I want to stay  soft, sweet, generous, and kind. But, I don't feel like I am able to trust  people any more after this. He told me I shouldn't. He told me he'd rather show people a  hard exterior and appear to be calloused than to let them get too close. The  thing about him is that he does look to be a grumpy, unpleasant person on the  outside. He is always carrying on about something. In reality, he is a gentle,  kindhearted, and tender man. You just have to take the time to get through the  layers of protection he has put up; he has been hurt too. He does not express  his feelings well, but I always sense where he is coming from and can put into  words what he's thinking. I know I am spot on when he say "Yeah, that's exactly  it!" Many won't take the time to see him for who he really is. They will be put  off by the facade and walk away. Maybe that's a good system for sorting out  people who are "weeds" in this life. The grumpy thing won't work for me though.  I like laughing and joking around too much. I can't stay mad, sad, or unhappy  for long. My glass is not full; it overflows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;I do not know how to  give up on someone or something easily. I don't just beat the dead horse; I get  down and give it mouth to mouth and do chest compressions while yelling at  everyone else to lend a hand. When everyone else has given up and walked away  from a person, I am still there hoping beyond hope they change. That means I get  crushed and have to deal with major disappointment. I do not do that well. Even when I walk away, it's  kind of hard not to hope for and believe in the impossible when I've seen God  move mountains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;I've never had a person  pretend to care when they didn't before. I have also never had a person say  something hateful that included my children. This situation is so out of the normal. I've had this look of a deer caught in headlights since we learned what was going on. It's been a rough road. I am mad that my effort avoid this type of junk failed. It found me anyway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;I shut this door on Jan 5th. I know  the Lord had me open it again; I do not doubt that. I just don't know what  purpose it has served. Without a single conviction on my heart that I have done wrong, I  closed the door again last night. This is the only person I have shut the door  on, and now I have done it twice. This isn't me, and it's not how I operate. I just can't take any more. I have friends that seem to relish the animosity in certain relationships, but I do not do this sort of thing well. I'd rather walk away with peace in my heart that I gave it all I had than  continue sifting through relationship garbage looking for something salvageable. I've been looking for a long, long  time ...with a microscope. I feel as if I give up though, it is all going to fall apart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;I am 43. I look back on my life see situations  where I was guarded and didn't let the right people in at all and others, like  this time, where I let the wrong people in too much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;How do you welcome and receive someone, but keep enough  of yourself held back that you do not get hurt? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;I don't know if it is possible. Even if possible for some, it might not be possible  for my personality. No one I've asked has an answer other than "just do the best  you can." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;I might not even want to be the  kind of person who holds back. That seems phoney, dishonest, and half-hearted to me.  Maybe there is nothing to change. Maybe I simply need to trust that every  experience good &lt;b&gt;and bad&lt;/b&gt; is for my good and God's glory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;And another  thing... Because of the nature of this relationship, there is a certain amount  of loyalty I choose to give them. For those few who know, it is not OK to  maliciously badmouth them to me. Not at all. I still love them very much. Real  love is like a good rubber band; it stretches, but doesn't snap. God put this  love for them in my heart, because I am not capable of this on my own. I don't  like them at the moment or the things they have done. Not at all. Life is funny,  and relationships are complicated, but God is very great and very  good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-8004068591214539600?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/8004068591214539600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/8004068591214539600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/12/pondering.html' title='Pondering'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-6803292138944442902</id><published>2011-12-28T19:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T11:55:25.288-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='praise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer requests'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Thank You for the Concern</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wrote this at Clint's request:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had a lot of questions we have put off answering. The purpose of this is to answer everyone in one place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, a person we've known a lot of hurt from came back into our lives. We were tired of their inconsistent behavior and the mixed messages they put out. The history is long and painful. We wondered many times if we should just shut the door on a relationship to keep all of us from doing more to hurt each other. We asked God to reveal their hearts towards us. Very soon after that, this person posted something which revealed they hated our entire family and wished evil on us. Friends of our saw it and interpreted it in the same manner. It was through friends we even learned of the post. This caused a lot of stress on me during the pregnancy, and we believe they rejoiced when we miscarried. Clint and I felt God showed us this was a person to walk away from. We asked them to leave us alone and cut off communications on Jan 5th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This September, we were told through a friend they wanted to apologize. Hoping God had worked in their heart, we opened the lines of communication, listened, forgave, and welcomed them into our family with no reservations in the middle of October. We gladly worked to build a relationship through the end of November. Things did not seem quite right; something felt "off." Clint and I took it to the Lord in prayer and asked Him to specifically reveal what their intentions towards our family were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days later, Clint received a bill for insurance he did not know he had. His name had been added without his knowledge or permission. The bill was not paid, so the company was seeking payment from Clint to avoid cancelling the policy. The person concealed this from Clint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through that, Clint had a meeting with the person. They told him the insurance was for a property Clint has unknowingly owned a part of for four years. The person maintains they just learned of this, but court documents show they were handed legal documents with this information in December 2007. Court documents do not change from person to person. Some of their own words have contradicted themselves and also shown they knew but chose to hide this from Clint. Also, the timing of them contacting us lines up perfectly with them knowing. Previous to learning this, Clint had asked them a direct question about this property, and now, that we know, they admit they lied about it. There are many, many inconsistencies in their story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said they had planned to wait until the spring to reveal this information to Clint after the "relationship" had been built. In the very next breath, they asked Clint to give them what he had just learned he owned. The only reason to wait for spring would be to manipulate Clint's feelings so he would feel more inclined to give them what they wanted...the property. There are NO reasons to conceal and lie about that information otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine someone you have known to be distant, cold, and often hostile, but that you loved and wanted in your life, finally saying they want to be in a relationship, being unusually agreeable and friendly, being caught doing things behind your back, admitting to lying to you, informing you that you've owned something valuable for four years, and then, in the next breath...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asking you to give it to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what happened to Clint. My desire to heal the relationships was used. They "befriended" me and pretended to care for me, for the first time ever, in an effort to sway Clint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we had not asked the Lord to reveal them, we still would not know what they were doing. God answered our prayer, and we know their intentions had nothing to do with a relationship. They were coveting something of Clint's and desired to manipulate it out of him. With the information we have, there is no other possible conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after learning of all of this, we were willing to forgive, but no repentance or remorse was shown. Clint and I still tried to work things out by writing letters where we explained how we felt about what had been done. All we wanted to do was welcome them into our lives and have a relationship. All they were doing was playing games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can and do forgive even though they feel they have done no wrong towards us. They have shown no repentance or remorse for how they have handled themselves at all, but choose to attack us for what we wrote. If they exhibit no repentance for the things they concealed and what they tried to do, then they must feel justification. For them to feel justification, then that means they will feel like they can do something else. Everything in me tells me this person is not here to help us, but to hurt us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should not have asked my husband to reconsider his decision to cut this person out of our lives. I should not have asked him to ignore the counsel of our Christian friends. I should not have desired a relationship with them over what God was showing us. I sinned in that and am very ashamed and heartbroken by the pain I let come into our family. At the beginning of this, Clint told me when I was ready to give up on a relationship to let him know so we could move on. I am ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember this: Clint did not seek anyone out for any personal gain in 2007. He was completely unaware of his ownership. No one came forward and told him even though they were in contact with him in that time period which we can prove. According to his lawyer, Clint has the law 100% on his side and has a lot of legal recourse against the people involved. God answered our prayers and revealed their intentions towards us.Those intentions are not warm, fuzzy feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clint and I are thankful to the Lord for answering our prayer with the insurance bill. If not for that, we would still not know what they hiding. While we do have love for this person, we can't let them continue to hinder, hurt, and cause turmoil in our or our children's lives. Please join us in prayer that God will pour out His love, wisdom and understanding to them and bless them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Proverbs 15:27&lt;br /&gt;The greedy bring ruin to their households, but the one who hates bribes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;(behavior influenced by money)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; will live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 28:19 The greedy stir up conflict, but those who trust in the LORD will prosper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-6803292138944442902?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/6803292138944442902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/6803292138944442902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/12/thank-you-for-concern.html' title='Thank You for the Concern'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-8630916302883181718</id><published>2011-12-28T14:59:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T19:19:47.420-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Around Here</title><content type='html'>December has just been a blur. We had so much happen and so much to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was different this year for Clint and I. It was a time of reflecting on everything that has happened this year and God's presence and goodness through it all. It has not been an easy year, but we have survived it with our faith and marriage stronger than ever. God is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clint and I decided to order the Christmas presents online rather than battle the traffic, crowds and long checkout lines. It worked out! We found everything online, and it all arrived in time!! By combining orders and using &lt;a href="http://www.retailmenot.com/"&gt;coupon codes&lt;/a&gt;, we were able to spend less on shipping than we would have in gas. Clint has told me he wants to shop online every year from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we read over their Christmas wish lists, it became very evident our middle children are growing up. Joshua and Caleb asked for night vision goggles, rifles, bows and arrows, a catapult, spy pens, Army medic bags, etc. Bethany asked for sing-a-longs, play make up, a collectible miniature doll, and a yo yo with trick book. Gone are the Matchbox cars, superheroes, baby dolls, and tea sets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily surprised us with a request for a set of play tools so she can "work beside Dad." Brandon looked at me and said "Well, you know she has the Bailey builder gene!" Clint did not hesitate to provide her with her own set of tools so she can be his buddy on around household projects. Hannah is enjoying the play tools too! And, Caleb tortured Hello Kitty &lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(see picture below)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of the children, Clint purchased and is installing a zip line. If they like it enough, he will install a longer one. It would be very pleasant to go from one end of our property to the other on a zip line! I am not going to be able to use it until my shoulder is healed, but one day, I'll be zipping along, laughing like crazy and hoping to not fall on my big rear!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-8630916302883181718?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/8630916302883181718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/8630916302883181718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/12/around-here.html' title='Around Here'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-2820219160768864512</id><published>2011-12-27T23:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T23:50:44.261-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Hello Kitty Torture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CUAeoA5uz9s/TvqfPSJ9VlI/AAAAAAAAHYs/wnruY6zokoE/s1600/tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CUAeoA5uz9s/TvqfPSJ9VlI/AAAAAAAAHYs/wnruY6zokoE/s320/tn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691036164056503890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next time Caleb tells me he is going to play with his little sisters, I'll pay attention. :-D&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CUAeoA5uz9s/TvqfPSJ9VlI/AAAAAAAAHYs/wnruY6zokoE/s1600/tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CUAeoA5uz9s/TvqfPSJ9VlI/AAAAAAAAHYs/wnruY6zokoE/s1600/tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-2820219160768864512?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/2820219160768864512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/2820219160768864512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/12/hello-kitty-torture.html' title='Hello Kitty Torture'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CUAeoA5uz9s/TvqfPSJ9VlI/AAAAAAAAHYs/wnruY6zokoE/s72-c/tn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-5706138648124299850</id><published>2011-12-27T20:50:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T23:29:31.660-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Higher Quality Christmas Photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L9z8GAhvLu4/Tvp2andfR9I/AAAAAAAAHYU/Njsedl1jHxk/s1600/THISONE1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L9z8GAhvLu4/Tvp2andfR9I/AAAAAAAAHYU/Njsedl1jHxk/s320/THISONE1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690991278777386962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a higher quality photo for those who asked to print one out. I had not realized the camera was on the wrong setting for prints. It was set on "e-mail quality." Clint retook the picture after we realized the error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quilt was made by Gramma Susan Selvage. We love her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clint is helping Hannah run the impact wrench beside me. She jumps and then throws back her head with laughter. There is &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; a dull moment! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ldc4wBeh2DA/Tvp5msTjjzI/AAAAAAAAHYg/Sws457kcz3A/s1600/THISONE1_2names.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ldc4wBeh2DA/Tvp5msTjjzI/AAAAAAAAHYg/Sws457kcz3A/s320/THISONE1_2names.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690994784771215154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one has their names for those who have trouble keeping them straight.&lt;br /&gt;Emily and Hannah do not like being mixed up. Caleb and Joshua love it because they think they can play tricks on people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-5706138648124299850?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/5706138648124299850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/5706138648124299850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/12/higher-quality-christmas-photo.html' title='Higher Quality Christmas Photo'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L9z8GAhvLu4/Tvp2andfR9I/AAAAAAAAHYU/Njsedl1jHxk/s72-c/THISONE1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-4919045123244085133</id><published>2011-12-27T15:22:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T19:44:03.514-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='link'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><title type='text'>Breg Vectra Premium Low Walking Boot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B003VKZHKE/ref=as_li_ss_il?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=contentmentac-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=390957&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B003VKZHKE"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 233px; height: 233px;" src="http://ws.assoc-amazon.com/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&amp;amp;Format=_SL160_&amp;amp;ASIN=B003VKZHKE&amp;amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;amp;ID=AsinImage&amp;amp;WS=1&amp;amp;tag=contentmentac-20&amp;amp;ServiceVersion=20070822" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=contentmentac-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B003VKZHKE" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" height="1" width="1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walking cast I ordered for my broken heel isn't holding up. I've only been wearing it a few weeks. The velcro has eaten through the foot wrap (aka "sock") and is now rubbing my leg. But, that is OK! Breg offers a 90 day warranty on their boots. The Brace Shop, the company I ordered it from through Amazon (click the boot), is sending me a new boot by mail. I will return the one I've worn out in the mailer they will send me. I am thankful they are sending me the boot right away so I do not have to go without the protection for my heel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boot is working! My heel feels SOO much better. I miss walking on the treadmill, but LOVE the new &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Recumbent_bicycle"&gt;recumbent&lt;/a&gt; bike! I had to give up the treadmill due to my heel, but the bike doesn't bother it at all.&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/18019501-4919045123244085133?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/4919045123244085133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/4919045123244085133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/12/breg-vectra-premium-low-walking-boot.html' title='Breg Vectra Premium Low Walking Boot'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-416293704263869821</id><published>2011-12-23T15:06:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T15:11:35.983-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ffamily'/><title type='text'>MERRY CHRIST-A-MUST!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-przh6TPjQo8/TvTfXGPNKJI/AAAAAAAAHW0/wjHQaXwLGdc/s1600/printthisone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-przh6TPjQo8/TvTfXGPNKJI/AAAAAAAAHW0/wjHQaXwLGdc/s320/printthisone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689417817180154002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Caleb feels his smile is goofy, so he tries not to smile for the camera.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-przh6TPjQo8/TvTfXGPNKJI/AAAAAAAAHW0/wjHQaXwLGdc/s1600/printthisone.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;MERRY CHRIST-A-MUST!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;from our family to you and yours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;color:#AA0000;"  &gt;Isaiah 9:6-7 For unto us a Child is born, unto us a Son is given: and the government shall be upon His shoulder: and His Name shall be called Wonderful, Counselor, The Mighty God, The Everlasting Father, The Prince Of Peace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;color:#AA0000;"  &gt;Of the increase of His government and peace there shall be no end, upon the throne of David, and upon his Kingdom, to order it, and to establish it with Judgment and with Justice from henceforth even for ever. The zeal of the LORD of hosts will perform this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-416293704263869821?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/416293704263869821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/416293704263869821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christ-must.html' title='MERRY CHRIST-A-MUST!!!'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-przh6TPjQo8/TvTfXGPNKJI/AAAAAAAAHW0/wjHQaXwLGdc/s72-c/printthisone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-6811694538185090680</id><published>2011-12-23T15:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T15:33:27.914-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ffamily'/><title type='text'>Christmas Picture Outtakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cy34ChUyuXw/TvTlPuKi09I/AAAAAAAAHYI/TOGNrDmDkgk/s1600/funnyfaces4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cy34ChUyuXw/TvTlPuKi09I/AAAAAAAAHYI/TOGNrDmDkgk/s320/funnyfaces4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689424287528834002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tIXjsAEAiWc/TvTlD0wlELI/AAAAAAAAHX4/0igEZV9XjqE/s1600/funnyface3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tIXjsAEAiWc/TvTlD0wlELI/AAAAAAAAHX4/0igEZV9XjqE/s320/funnyface3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689424083140546738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yTShnBWihw4/TvTkQO_3ImI/AAAAAAAAHXI/GFWsRyLvuzg/s1600/funnyfaces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yTShnBWihw4/TvTkQO_3ImI/AAAAAAAAHXI/GFWsRyLvuzg/s320/funnyfaces.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689423196830769762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EQl50pfd0JQ/TvTkQZKF-CI/AAAAAAAAHXk/GAlI22oqS4k/s1600/rabbitears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EQl50pfd0JQ/TvTkQZKF-CI/AAAAAAAAHXk/GAlI22oqS4k/s320/rabbitears.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689423199558039586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-6811694538185090680?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/6811694538185090680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/6811694538185090680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-picture-outtakes.html' title='Christmas Picture Outtakes'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cy34ChUyuXw/TvTlPuKi09I/AAAAAAAAHYI/TOGNrDmDkgk/s72-c/funnyfaces4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-1918426834762722126</id><published>2011-12-22T20:18:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T00:48:41.909-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='praise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Hannah is 3!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Clint took Hannah off for a few minutes so we could set up for her birthday. She had been waiting on her birthday ALL day. I guess she thought we weren't going to give her one when Clint took her to the store. As they left, she asked him "Dad, what did you do with my birthday?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XreSxYLAZFU/TvPXIVePxvI/AAAAAAAAHUo/kmRWfRQMVK0/s1600/hannahindoor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XreSxYLAZFU/TvPXIVePxvI/AAAAAAAAHUo/kmRWfRQMVK0/s320/hannahindoor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689127292502001394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her first look when she got back home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aXh6E_X2QMA/TvPXbhQ4mcI/AAAAAAAAHVI/j1Qd6CqoNEE/s1600/hannahwhosebday_mine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aXh6E_X2QMA/TvPXbhQ4mcI/AAAAAAAAHVI/j1Qd6CqoNEE/s320/hannahwhosebday_mine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689127622084696514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Hannah, whose birthday is it?" "Mine!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s5pGXv4kNgk/TvPXb88nnfI/AAAAAAAAHVg/xyGTsWSXLhY/s1600/hannahcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 326px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s5pGXv4kNgk/TvPXb88nnfI/AAAAAAAAHVg/xyGTsWSXLhY/s320/hannahcake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689127629515890162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her pony cake. I was very tired when I made this cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ICzf7Jz7-20/TvPXIaIk4yI/AAAAAAAAHUg/veLgMnz_OeA/s1600/hannahcloseup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ICzf7Jz7-20/TvPXIaIk4yI/AAAAAAAAHUg/veLgMnz_OeA/s320/hannahcloseup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689127293753287458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hannah waiting to see her cake come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M_hWawrKVPU/TvPcm81ikHI/AAAAAAAAHWc/rD5_GZYdC6M/s1600/Hannahcandlesout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M_hWawrKVPU/TvPcm81ikHI/AAAAAAAAHWc/rD5_GZYdC6M/s320/Hannahcandlesout.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689133316022898802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hannah blew her own candle out this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Owd5ZY19SY4/TvPXIll146I/AAAAAAAAHU8/LKwR1GhO63k/s1600/hannahpresent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Owd5ZY19SY4/TvPXIll146I/AAAAAAAAHU8/LKwR1GhO63k/s320/hannahpresent.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689127296828826530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah stopped opening a present for a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YObNFHGwwoA/TvPXbofiaII/AAAAAAAAHVU/6YdiU6L0acE/s1600/hannahtiredofsmiling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YObNFHGwwoA/TvPXbofiaII/AAAAAAAAHVU/6YdiU6L0acE/s320/hannahtiredofsmiling.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689127624025204866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hannah tired of being asked to look at the camera! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t6fr86WkYKU/TvPYZJUD7NI/AAAAAAAAHV4/MzMhFuXs9NA/s1600/hannahdadopen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t6fr86WkYKU/TvPYZJUD7NI/AAAAAAAAHV4/MzMhFuXs9NA/s320/hannahdadopen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689128680807460050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Clint assisting with opening Hannah's present. Hannah LOVES hair, and this set has a lot of hair and a brush. She kept saying over and over "And, it has a brush!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pvwXEyxY3wo/TvPYZBjcwnI/AAAAAAAAHWA/--p_MzETv9I/s1600/hannahdadopenit2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pvwXEyxY3wo/TvPYZBjcwnI/AAAAAAAAHWA/--p_MzETv9I/s320/hannahdadopenit2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689128678724518514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is Dad ever going to finish cutting off those ties?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Psalms 145:9 The LORD is good to all; He has compassion on all He has made. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-1918426834762722126?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/1918426834762722126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/1918426834762722126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/12/clint-took-hannah-off-for-few-minutes.html' title='Hannah is 3!!!'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XreSxYLAZFU/TvPXIVePxvI/AAAAAAAAHUo/kmRWfRQMVK0/s72-c/hannahindoor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-8724129044156328074</id><published>2011-12-22T10:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T13:26:38.750-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home making'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>Another Bedroom Shot with Ceiling Fan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2qEgl6-oBtQ/TvNPI9egmbI/AAAAAAAAHUM/mZ6ZIwQaWkM/s1600/bedroom4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2qEgl6-oBtQ/TvNPI9egmbI/AAAAAAAAHUM/mZ6ZIwQaWkM/s320/bedroom4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688977769659144626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the new ceiling fan for our bedroom. Clint installed it a 2-3 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;Clint picked out the fan while I stayed home nursing my broken heel.&lt;br /&gt;I really like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The goal of this command is love, which comes from a pure heart and a good conscience and a sincere faith. I Timothy 1:5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-8724129044156328074?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/8724129044156328074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/8724129044156328074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/12/another-bedroom-shot-with-ceiling-fan.html' title='Another Bedroom Shot with Ceiling Fan'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2qEgl6-oBtQ/TvNPI9egmbI/AAAAAAAAHUM/mZ6ZIwQaWkM/s72-c/bedroom4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-7189271879775291175</id><published>2011-12-19T11:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T11:57:15.356-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ffamily'/><title type='text'>Weekend 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X3dder5MgDA/Tu9rTpxET2I/AAAAAAAAHT0/zmaUa4DJ0CU/s1600/baseballemily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X3dder5MgDA/Tu9rTpxET2I/AAAAAAAAHT0/zmaUa4DJ0CU/s320/baseballemily.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687882839765569378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So Clint tells the children they can get out the "new" sports equipment while he finishes up something. I look out the window and see them gathered around in a circle pulling stuff out with heads bent over....and Emily in the middle of them determinedly practicing her swing!! "OH CLINT!! You need to get out there!!!" :-D I took this picture later so I'd remember the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AnhmEAmNZoo/Tu9rTfAdo3I/AAAAAAAAHTo/UYl_hhE8e-M/s1600/baseball2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AnhmEAmNZoo/Tu9rTfAdo3I/AAAAAAAAHTo/UYl_hhE8e-M/s320/baseball2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687882836877353842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He has nearly a whole team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kIFuEhhUa6g/Tu9rTGAV56I/AAAAAAAAHTc/yhotTLIcIEY/s1600/baseballclint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kIFuEhhUa6g/Tu9rTGAV56I/AAAAAAAAHTc/yhotTLIcIEY/s320/baseballclint.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687882830165960610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Clint pitching to Emily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd-etafivzA/Tu9rTmQeQLI/AAAAAAAAHT8/2rNBzwDVMR0/s1600/baseballhannah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd-etafivzA/Tu9rTmQeQLI/AAAAAAAAHT8/2rNBzwDVMR0/s320/baseballhannah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687882838823551154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hannah&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/18019501-7189271879775291175?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/7189271879775291175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/7189271879775291175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/12/weekend-3.html' title='Weekend 3'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X3dder5MgDA/Tu9rTpxET2I/AAAAAAAAHT0/zmaUa4DJ0CU/s72-c/baseballemily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-4341665869622830331</id><published>2011-12-19T11:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T11:48:50.235-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Weekend 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-muRcAC8yEog/Tu9qsFK3AUI/AAAAAAAAHTQ/d_XXea1qGRE/s1600/skatepark3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-muRcAC8yEog/Tu9qsFK3AUI/AAAAAAAAHTQ/d_XXea1qGRE/s320/skatepark3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687882159926739266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clint making a video of our children with his phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qwi_FUKNfmk/Tu9qU-IKbDI/AAAAAAAAHTE/_nk7gP0-q5A/s1600/skateparkAmanda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qwi_FUKNfmk/Tu9qU-IKbDI/AAAAAAAAHTE/_nk7gP0-q5A/s320/skateparkAmanda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687881762899389490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda teaching her little brother she is still stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ0DRROKoAY/Tu9pZPwxdII/AAAAAAAAHS4/XydDqZtTzoA/s1600/skateparkbrothers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ0DRROKoAY/Tu9pZPwxdII/AAAAAAAAHS4/XydDqZtTzoA/s320/skateparkbrothers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687880736840971394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emily wanted to slide down the ramp at the skate park, but was afraid. Joshua and Caleb spotted her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PZTh0jIJzU8/Tu9pMvktKPI/AAAAAAAAHSI/qo9SAyBLwmo/s1600/skateparkbethany.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PZTh0jIJzU8/Tu9pMvktKPI/AAAAAAAAHSI/qo9SAyBLwmo/s320/skateparkbethany.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687880522041993458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My girl Bethany Hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yVxFC6Ri184/Tu9pM0CxZiI/AAAAAAAAHSs/u0bSP_vVfhs/s1600/skateparkhannahcurl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yVxFC6Ri184/Tu9pM0CxZiI/AAAAAAAAHSs/u0bSP_vVfhs/s320/skateparkhannahcurl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687880523241842210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hannah and a wayward curl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Brandon had to work.)&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/18019501-4341665869622830331?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/4341665869622830331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/4341665869622830331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/12/weekend-2.html' title='Weekend 2'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-muRcAC8yEog/Tu9qsFK3AUI/AAAAAAAAHTQ/d_XXea1qGRE/s72-c/skatepark3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-6807241437380622103</id><published>2011-12-19T10:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T11:58:36.010-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QtsB7eMvZ3A/Tu9cbWhg-wI/AAAAAAAAHR0/DeqFAS4XEqg/s1600/parkfilled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QtsB7eMvZ3A/Tu9cbWhg-wI/AAAAAAAAHR0/DeqFAS4XEqg/s320/parkfilled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687866479364602626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There is joy in filling up a playground with your children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W7Kkr0_H2s4/Tu9cbFqxCwI/AAAAAAAAHRg/W6fSwh4IdGg/s1600/emilysky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W7Kkr0_H2s4/Tu9cbFqxCwI/AAAAAAAAHRg/W6fSwh4IdGg/s320/emilysky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687866474840001282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emily touching the sky! It still wasn't high enough for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dq85jDhIHSM/Tu9cbsWBcVI/AAAAAAAAHR8/CcaeIRgmRlg/s1600/emilyJOY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 308px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dq85jDhIHSM/Tu9cbsWBcVI/AAAAAAAAHR8/CcaeIRgmRlg/s320/emilyJOY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687866485221978450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pure delight for both of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OajJfCV-7xk/Tu9cbIxJXvI/AAAAAAAAHRY/8sRZ_bCdSk4/s1600/clintsexy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OajJfCV-7xk/Tu9cbIxJXvI/AAAAAAAAHRY/8sRZ_bCdSk4/s320/clintsexy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687866475672067826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is something so very appealing about a big, strong, tough man who can be tender for a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I hadn't been wearing the cast and since no one else was around, I would have been playing on the playground equipment too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-6807241437380622103?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/6807241437380622103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/6807241437380622103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/12/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QtsB7eMvZ3A/Tu9cbWhg-wI/AAAAAAAAHR0/DeqFAS4XEqg/s72-c/parkfilled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-6798487360604112164</id><published>2011-12-18T17:38:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T18:55:31.771-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='praise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire'/><title type='text'>God's Provision</title><content type='html'>Insurance is not meant to replace everything you lost. It is meant to greatly reduce the financial blow due to the natural disaster. Clint and I were able to buy most of the things we needed with the home owner's insurance, but there were still many things that did not get purchased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also the challenge of making the claim list. It has to be done within a certain time frame while many other things need your immediate attention. We did the best we could to write down everything we had lost, but dozens of items were left off of the list simply because we did not think of them in time to add them. We think of something else that was forgotten nearly every week. Many people with fire losses tell us this goes on for years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things we lost and have not been able to replace was our sporting goods for the children. We have been keeping an eye out for used items on Freecycle and thrift stores, but had not come across any. We went to Walmart this weekend to look at prices of new equipment, and were disheartened to see how expensive it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, Clint and I stopped in a new thrift store on 17 in York County and found several bats, 10 baseballs, a softball, 5 gloves, a sports equipment bag, 2 frisbees, and a soccer ball. We got everything for less than $20. God provides!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-6798487360604112164?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/6798487360604112164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/6798487360604112164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/12/gods-provision.html' title='God&apos;s Provision'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-7693305963941417999</id><published>2011-12-18T17:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T17:24:48.415-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Angels Unaware?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r9SMUI4Y7FA/Tu5nx5gLrzI/AAAAAAAAHRM/bGdyMi4UdhI/s1600/hebrews112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r9SMUI4Y7FA/Tu5nx5gLrzI/AAAAAAAAHRM/bGdyMi4UdhI/s320/hebrews112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687597486362570546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what we are doing, if Clint sees someone in need, he will stop to give them a hand. I am very thankful God has made me the wife of such an incredible man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hebrews 13:2 Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-7693305963941417999?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/7693305963941417999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/7693305963941417999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/12/angels-unaware.html' title='Angels Unaware?'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r9SMUI4Y7FA/Tu5nx5gLrzI/AAAAAAAAHRM/bGdyMi4UdhI/s72-c/hebrews112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-5125601828777479351</id><published>2011-12-18T16:41:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T11:38:17.911-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Fox with Suspected Rabies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-42UeKTsWZD8/Tu5elwNOPUI/AAAAAAAAHQ0/nfH7dGrkNdc/s1600/IMG_0325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-42UeKTsWZD8/Tu5elwNOPUI/AAAAAAAAHQ0/nfH7dGrkNdc/s320/IMG_0325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687587382104046914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, Clint and I were headed out in his car. When we got about 1/4 mile from our house, I spotted a fox laying down in the gravel on the side of the road. I asked Clint to back up in case it had been hit. The fox did not hide or run away. It walked slowly in front of our car like it was disoriented and then sat there hassling and salivating. Then it walked away from us heading straight down the road. Then it turned around and came back. It seemed very confused. Thanks to our rural upbringing, we recognized this and other signs as "passive" rabies (aka "dumb" rabies.) This is why they tell you to stay away from wildlife. If you can approach it, something is most likely wrong! (The Cujo type rabies that attacks is called "aggressive" rabies.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concerned for our children, community, wildlife and pets, we called a neighbor who lives very close to where the fox was so he could bring a gun to put it down. He wasn't home. So we called our son, Brandon, who brought our gun. While we waited, we watched the fox alternate between wandering back and forth in the road in front of us and laying in the grass. There is no doubt in our minds that fox had rabies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being very slow in my cast, I sat in the car while Clint got the gun and loaded it while standing in the road between the cars. That, of course, is when the fox came out again. It stared, not moving, at Clint, and I yelled him a warning so he'd be aware in case it &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_lSdbc5U0wU"&gt;attacked.&lt;/a&gt; The gun wasn't ready. That is the last thing I remember. The next thing I know, I was fighting to keep the car on the road yelling "Did I get it?!!!" It seems I went on auto pilot, got my bulky cast through the tight space between the steering wheel and the seat, put the car in gear, and ran the fox over just off the road. While I am surprised at how fast instinct took over, I don't feel bad about it. Rabies had already claimed the fox. An animal doesn't come back from that. I just stopped the virus from spreading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clint finished it off quickly. I am thankful and relieved it didn't get away where it could harm people and other animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago, Brandon told me I was "a sweet and gentle person, and hurting something just isn't in [my] nature." When I took off in the car, Clint said Brandon looked at him in amazement and asked "Did SHE just run over it?!!! Mom did that?!!" Hey, it surprised me too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We called Animal Control. They said unless the fox had bitten someone, there isn't anything they can do other than make note of it in case they have more reports in our area. The Health Department will not pay to do the $300 testing unless a person has been attacked. As a precaution, Clint and I are re-vaccinating all of our livestock and pets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-5125601828777479351?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/5125601828777479351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/5125601828777479351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/12/fox-with-suspected-rabies.html' title='Fox with Suspected Rabies'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-42UeKTsWZD8/Tu5elwNOPUI/AAAAAAAAHQ0/nfH7dGrkNdc/s72-c/IMG_0325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-3188811634667050454</id><published>2011-12-16T13:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T13:58:55.034-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='praise'/><title type='text'>Get Back Up by Toby Mac</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MX5OqyBYKh4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DC Talk, the group Toby Mac use to be in, was the main way I was able to reach a teen for Christ. The CD I gave her impacted her heart for the Lord. I miss the vibrancy, joy and challenge of working with teens. When the workload for my own family decreases, we will see what the Lord has in store!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-3188811634667050454?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/3188811634667050454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/3188811634667050454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/12/get-back-up-by-toby-mac.html' title='Get Back Up by Toby Mac'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/MX5OqyBYKh4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-8570545524637778018</id><published>2011-12-16T13:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T14:15:29.175-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Sydney is a 20+ Year Old Cockatiel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iKJk9z1iL4Y/TuuOIHiHZFI/AAAAAAAAHQY/_SNP8Osc9Pw/s1600/sydney.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iKJk9z1iL4Y/TuuOIHiHZFI/AAAAAAAAHQY/_SNP8Osc9Pw/s320/sydney.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686795224597619794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sydney was born sometime before 1991 and was purchased as a gift for a 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade girl. She grew up and left Sydney behind at her parents. Sydney stayed in a room to himself and was left to go in and out of his cage at his own will. Sometimes he'd walk into the room where they'd be sitting, look around, and then head back to his cage. His former owners told us he can dance around a little hat to the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q-Rqdgna3Yw"&gt;Mexican Hat Dance&lt;/a&gt;. Somewhere along the way, his wing was broken. I have to keep the feathers on that wing short to help him keep his balance and for cleanliness.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since he can't fly, he JUMPS when he is afraid. This has been distressing to me! It's one of those things you should tell someone about! WOW! Sydney will fall to the floor with a thud, so now I try to keep him low over a broad surface. It appears that some time before we acquired him, this caused him to break a joint in one foot. If he loses his balance, he will fall on his back and not be able to right himself easily. I watch over him carefully in our busy household to keep him safe. I really like the old man. I enjoy the quieter moments when I can get him out of his cage and let him hang out with me. He's my "Let's chill!" buddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When someone asks him to perch on their finger, he make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gestures&lt;/span&gt; at their fingers with his beak to warn them to be careful of his wing. He can sometimes be grumpy and will refuse to perch when he is not interested in coming out of his cage. He sleeps a lot, but he &lt;i&gt;IS&lt;/i&gt; older than dirt! He seems interested in watching our other birds, but not in closely interacting with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cockatiels can live to be 30+ years old, so we will take good care of Sydney and see how long he blesses our lives.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-8570545524637778018?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/8570545524637778018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/8570545524637778018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/12/sydney-is-20-year-old-cockatiel.html' title='Sydney is a 20+ Year Old Cockatiel'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iKJk9z1iL4Y/TuuOIHiHZFI/AAAAAAAAHQY/_SNP8Osc9Pw/s72-c/sydney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-8519566170977813231</id><published>2011-12-15T12:02:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T11:22:17.972-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>If God hears Christian’s prayers, why aren’t they answered?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 16.8pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;1John 5:14-15 "And this is the confidence that we have in Him, that, if we ask anything according to His will, He hears us; and if we know that He hears us, whatsoever we ask, we know that we have the petitions that we desired of Him."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left: 0in;line-height:16.8pt;background:white"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;If God hears Christian’s prayers, why aren’t they answered?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left: .5in;text-indent:-.25in;line-height:16.8pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;background: white"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: Arial;font-weight:normal"&gt;1.)&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;James 1:6-8 “But when he asks, he must believe and not doubt, because he who doubts is like a wave of the sea, blown and tossed by the wind. That man should not think he will receive anything from the Lord; he is a double-minded man, unstable in all he does.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt; We don’t believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left: .5in;text-indent:-.25in;line-height:16.8pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;background: white"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:Arial;font-style:normal;mso-bidi-font-style:italic"&gt;2.)&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;font-style:normal;mso-bidi-font-style:italic"&gt;James 4:3 "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; background:white"&gt;When you ask, you do not receive, because you ask with wrong motives, that you may spend what you get on your pleasures.”  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-style:normal;mso-bidi-font-style:italic"&gt;Many times I have had to pray God would help me to get to the place where I could let go of my will (way). Not only does He helps me get on board with His will for my life, but He makes me happy with His will! We can also let someone else's desires (putting them before God), get in the way of God's will for our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left: .5in;text-indent:-.25in;line-height:16.8pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;background: white"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:Arial"&gt;3.)&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Isaiah 59:1-2 “Surely the arm of the Lord is not too short to save, nor His ear too dull to hear. But your iniquities (sins) have separated you from God; your sins have hidden his face from you so that He will not hear.”  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;We have to stop doing what is wrong and live the way God wants. Anger, bitterness, unforgiveness, resentment, selfishness, any habitual sin will all affect how God hears our prayers and how He works in our lives. I like a close fellowship with the Holy Spirit and find it a strong motivator to stay close to Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left: .5in;text-indent:-.25in;line-height:16.8pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;background: white"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:Arial"&gt;4.)&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Proverbs 21:13 “If a man shuts his ears to the cry of the poor, he too will cry out and not be answered.”  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;We have to live generously in a way that reflects His love. &lt;span style="color:red"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;esus first, &lt;span style="color:red"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;thers second, and &lt;span style="color:red"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;ourself last=&lt;span style="color:red"&gt;JOY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left: .5in;text-indent:-.25in;line-height:16.8pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;background: white"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:Arial"&gt;5.)&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;John 15:7 “If you remain in me and my word remains in you, ask whatever you wish and it will be given to you.”  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;We have to live according to His Word with truth, humbleness, love, generosity, forgiveness, kindness, peace, self-control, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left: .5in;text-indent:-.25in;line-height:16.8pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;background: white"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:Arial;font-style:normal"&gt;6.)&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Ezekiel 14:3 “&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Son of man, these men have set up idols in their hearts and put wicked stumbling blocks before their faces. Should I let them inquire of me at all?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;We have idols (things more important than God and His will) in the way. We will not receive His blessing or fellowship unless we are willing to humble (letting go of "self" aka pride) ourselves and do as He leads. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left: 0in;line-height:16.8pt;background:white"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;James 3:17 “The wisdom that is from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, willing to yield.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left: 0in;line-height:16.8pt;background:white"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;font-style:normal;mso-bidi-font-style:italic"&gt;Jeremiah 29:11 “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; background:white"&gt;For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-style:normal;mso-bidi-font-style:italic"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left: 0in;line-height:16.8pt;background:white"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;font-style:normal;mso-bidi-font-style:italic"&gt;2 Corinthians 3:18 “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;All of us are looking with unveiled faces at the glory of the Lord as if we were looking in a mirror. We are being transformed into that same image from one degree of glory to the next degree of glory. This comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;font-style:normal; mso-bidi-font-style:italic"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:center;line-height:16.8pt;background:white"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt; "&gt;God wants you to be more Christ-like, not more self-like. That means you have to let go of some things and become something/someone else. This can be both a painful and joyful process. It can be especially painful when we hold on to our pride (self) and resist Him. Pride, especially spiritual pride, is very dangerous:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I Timothy 3:6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; "&gt;he may become conceited and fall under the same judgment as the devil."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:center;line-height:16.8pt;background:white"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=I%20peter%205:5&amp;amp;version=NIV1984"&gt;I Peter 5:5&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Proverbs%2030:32&amp;amp;version=NIV1984"&gt;Proverbs 30:32&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Luke%2014:7-11&amp;amp;version=NIV1984"&gt;Luke 14:7-11&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Proverbs%2011:2&amp;amp;version=NIV1984"&gt;Proverbs 11:2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Cy4ytwKfjBI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/AjnF4sC0eqA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-8519566170977813231?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/8519566170977813231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/8519566170977813231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/12/if-god-hears-christians-prayers-why.html' title='If God hears Christian’s prayers, why aren’t they answered?'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Cy4ytwKfjBI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-2657876134339897286</id><published>2011-12-14T20:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T21:44:24.442-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Why We Freely Share</title><content type='html'>Sometimes people ask us why we are so willing to share the struggles we go through. Clint and I believe if we go through something that someone else can relate to that can encourage and help them, then we should share. It is difficult for me to discuss my miscarriages in detail, but doing so has blessed many women. I know this. I have saved their cards, letters, emails and gifts to me. This life is hard enough to travel, but if we share and try to help each other, it can make the difference in someone else's journey. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;James 4:17 Anyone, then, who knows the good he ought to do and doesn't do it, sins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-2657876134339897286?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/2657876134339897286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/2657876134339897286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/12/why-we-freely-share.html' title='Why We Freely Share'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-3651880708853655997</id><published>2011-12-14T16:42:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T20:33:52.064-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>When a Husband Seeks the Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Over a decade ago, Clint told me he felt the Lord was leading him to move from a good job with a division of a global company where he had finally achieved seniority to work day shift....to work in a new place. As a wife and a mother, it frightened me. I had many questions. Clint maintained his belief it was the Lord telling him to go and left that job for the new one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The first place started going under and laying off people within two weeks of him leaving!! Not only that, but Clint was placed in a position where he could help some of his friends find jobs as well. We have also had many ministry opportunities through this company. And, this smaller, more personal company has been a big blessing to us when we have gone through difficult things like miscarriages, deaths, floods, fires, etc. I learned a lot about trusting the Lord's work through my husband because of that experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;When Clint is seeking the Lord on something, my goal is to not influence his decision or hinder the work of the Holy Spirit. I try to wait for dialogue and questions. When I can answer them, I do. If I can not answer them, I try to learn more so I can better help him. I give him honest, sometimes painfully honest, feedback when he is bouncing things around. When he grows quiet, I know the Holy Spirit is at work. This is the point where I have to be patient and keep in prayer. I ask the Lord to draw me to the same place as He is Clint. When Clint tells me what he has decided, I might ask a few questions, but know the decision is from the Lord. Most of the time, we are in the same place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Husbands are fallible. It is difficult for us women to trust men who forget things and make mistakes. We live with them, see the things they do, and those things are often in our minds. "Lord, you want me to trust this Knucklehead, who just backed into the satellite dish with the RV, on something this big?" It's not easy to trust the Lord when we are looking at our husbands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We have to keep our focus on one thing though: God is infallible and knows how to communicate His perfect will with fallible men with pure hearts and motives who are diligently seeking Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Titus 2:3-5 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Likewise, teach the older women to be reverent in the way they live, not to be slanderers or addicted to much wine, but to teach what is good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Then they can train the younger women to love their husbands and children, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;to be self-controlled and pure, to be busy at home, to be kind, and to be subject to their husbands, so that no one will malign the word of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Matthew 23:12 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;For whoever exalts himself will be humbled, and whoever humbles himself will be exalted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Clint fixed the satellite dish. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-3651880708853655997?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/3651880708853655997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/3651880708853655997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/12/when-husband-seeks-lord.html' title='When a Husband Seeks the Lord'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-2330911838871915447</id><published>2011-12-14T16:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T16:27:29.332-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home making'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><title type='text'>Bedroom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NIJ2wlHmLMM/TukR8TFcbhI/AAAAAAAAHP8/n8uLTOilvEs/s1600/bedroom5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NIJ2wlHmLMM/TukR8TFcbhI/AAAAAAAAHP8/n8uLTOilvEs/s320/bedroom5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686095732144893458" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NIJ2wlHmLMM/TukR8TFcbhI/AAAAAAAAHP8/n8uLTOilvEs/s1600/bedroom5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NIJ2wlHmLMM/TukR8TFcbhI/AAAAAAAAHP8/n8uLTOilvEs/s1600/bedroom5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y-rjB9MO3dw/TukR8EtRJNI/AAAAAAAAHP0/zw7K2g4Ij-c/s320/bedroom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686095728285394130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been telling people for a while about the bedroom makeover, but have neglected to put up any pictures. The goal was to make the bedroom look like a romantic beach cottage. I didn't want it screaming "BEACH," but to have the subtle hints of it here and there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to pull in elements from our times at the beach: shells, lighthouses, bottles, etc. We went with white furniture and added two white wall cabinets &lt;i&gt;(that still need crown molding). &lt;/i&gt;I found a comforter set I liked and curtains to match from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wamart&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The headboard is made of a set of very old shutters found and purchased from our neighborhood's old firehouse. The shelf over the bed holds romantic statues with other favorite thrift store "finds." There is still a bit more to finish, but it is mostly done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew I had met my goal when one of the children walked in and said "It feels like we are back at the beach!"Clint loves the room. It is not overly feminine and includes elements he likes. He has complimented me on how it has come together time and time again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, as soon as I make the bed, there is at least one child on it! :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-2330911838871915447?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/2330911838871915447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/2330911838871915447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/12/bedroom.html' title='Bedroom'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NIJ2wlHmLMM/TukR8TFcbhI/AAAAAAAAHP8/n8uLTOilvEs/s72-c/bedroom5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-7968615455662913052</id><published>2011-12-13T12:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T12:12:04.813-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='praise'/><title type='text'>Empty Me Jeremy Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PuZ5wXnRCvQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-7968615455662913052?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/7968615455662913052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/7968615455662913052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/12/empty-me-jeremy-camp.html' title='Empty Me Jeremy Camp'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/PuZ5wXnRCvQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-5294337258716090548</id><published>2011-12-13T11:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T11:58:14.401-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='praise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Mercy Me-Bring the Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/m17af0XmPFo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-5294337258716090548?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/5294337258716090548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/5294337258716090548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/12/mercy-me-bring-rain.html' title='Mercy Me-Bring the Rain'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/m17af0XmPFo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-6599006445595732840</id><published>2011-12-13T06:53:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T11:08:58.110-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Our God is Tenderhearted Towards Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Psalm 139:3 T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;hou compassest my path and my lying down, and art acquainted with all my ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Psalm 56:8 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Thou tellest my wanderings: put thou my tears into thy bottle: are they not in thy book?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Psalm 103:8-14 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;The LORD is compassionate and gracious, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;slow to anger, abounding in love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;He will not always accuse, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;nor will he harbor his anger forever; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;he does not treat us as our sins deserve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;or repay us according to our iniquities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;For as high as the heavens are above the earth, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;so great is his love for those who fear him; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;as far as the east is from the west, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;so far has he removed our transgressions from us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;As a father has compassion on his children, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;so the LORD has compassion on those who fear him;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; for he knows how we are formed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;he remembers that we are dust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;How we need to be towards others:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Colossians 3:12-14 Therefore, as God's chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. Bear with each other and forgive whatever grievances you may have against one another. Forgive as the Lord forgave you. And over all these virtues put on l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;ove, which binds them all together in perfect unity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Ephesians 4:17-32 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;So I tell you this, and insist on it in the Lord, that you must no longer live as the Gentiles do, in the futility of their thinking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;They are darkened in their understanding and separated from the life of God because of the ignorance that is in them due to the hardening of their hearts.&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Having lost all sensitivity, they have given themselves over to sensuality so as to indulge in every kind of impurity, with a continual lust for more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;You, however, did not come to know Christ that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Surely you heard of him and were taught in him in accordance with the truth that is in Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;You were taught, with regard to your former way of life, to put off your old self, which is being corrupted by its deceitful desires;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;to be made new in the attitude of your minds;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;and to put on the new self, created to be like God in true righteousness and holiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Therefore each of you must put off falsehood and speak truthfully to his neighbor, for we are all members of one body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;“In your anger do not sin”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;: Do not let the sun go down while you are still angry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;and do not give the devil a foothold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;He who has been stealing must steal no longer, but must work, doing something useful with his own hands, that he may have something to share with those in need. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for building others up according to their needs, that it may benefit those who listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;And do not grieve the Holy Spirit of God, with whom you were sealed for the day of redemption.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Get rid of all bitterness, rage and anger, brawling and slander, along with every form of malice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-6599006445595732840?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/6599006445595732840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/6599006445595732840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/12/our-god-is-tenderhearted-towards-us.html' title='Our God is Tenderhearted Towards Us'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-7873284414891442218</id><published>2011-12-13T06:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T06:52:13.623-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Squirrels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SfEEJWfnYhw/Tuc8C2ONpBI/AAAAAAAAHPk/7ioSKpAWZNs/s1600/squirrel4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SfEEJWfnYhw/Tuc8C2ONpBI/AAAAAAAAHPk/7ioSKpAWZNs/s320/squirrel4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685579074191074322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOukcHqo174/Tuc8CUJ2mAI/AAAAAAAAHPY/SS_y3aEfzWE/s1600/squirrel2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOukcHqo174/Tuc8CUJ2mAI/AAAAAAAAHPY/SS_y3aEfzWE/s320/squirrel2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685579065045981186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E48tXjZhNeg/Tuc8CNnIuaI/AAAAAAAAHPM/l7_QMJJo4Bo/s1600/squirrel1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E48tXjZhNeg/Tuc8CNnIuaI/AAAAAAAAHPM/l7_QMJJo4Bo/s320/squirrel1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685579063289756066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Clint and I fed these young squirrels at Newport News City Park's campground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-7873284414891442218?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/7873284414891442218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/7873284414891442218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/12/squirrels.html' title='Squirrels'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SfEEJWfnYhw/Tuc8C2ONpBI/AAAAAAAAHPk/7ioSKpAWZNs/s72-c/squirrel4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-5939155401210130160</id><published>2011-12-12T09:54:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T14:10:52.885-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reader'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Do Apologize for Calling the Commander on Your Husband</title><content type='html'>Dear Reader in New Jersey, &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am joining you in prayer that God will make this right for you and heal the hurt between you and your husband. What you did was in anger and hurt, but with repentance, remorse and love, God will make it right. I am praying both your husband and his commander have compassion and understanding in their hearts towards you and for healing in your marriage.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Do not resist the work of the Holy Spirit if He is burdening you to make this right. Let go of all anger, resentment, bitterness, pride, and envy. Search your heart, do as God leads, and He will help you. If you resist Him, you will not have peace and He will chasten you. Having God's favor and protection is more important than holding onto pride. Pride can be a fierce thing to battle and conquer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Asking forgiveness requires you put yourself (pride) aside and try to make a wrong right. This is an outward demonstration of love. How your husband receives you is on HIS head. Just do what you are suppose to do and let the Lord take care of the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hebrews 12:4-11 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;In your struggle against sin, you have not yet resisted to the point of shedding your blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;And you have forgotten that word of encouragement that addresses you as son: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;“My son, do not make light of the Lord’s discipline,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;and do not lose heart when he rebukes you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;because the Lord disciplines those he loves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;and he punishes everyone he accepts as a son.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 5px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Endure hardship as discipline; God is treating you as sons. For what son is not disciplined by his father?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;If you are not disciplined (and everyone undergoes discipline), then you are illegitimate children and not true sons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Moreover, we have all had human fathers who disciplined us and we respected them for it. How much more should we submit to the Father of our spirits and live!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Our fathers disciplined us for a little while as they thought best; but God disciplines us for our good, that we may share in his holiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;No discipline seems pleasant at the time, but painful. Later on, however, it produces a harvest of righteousness and peace for those who have been trained by it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-5939155401210130160?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/5939155401210130160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/5939155401210130160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/12/apologize-for-calling-commander-on-your.html' title='Do Apologize for Calling the Commander on Your Husband'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-5560964526340489567</id><published>2011-12-12T07:36:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T16:25:39.879-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='praise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer requests'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ffamily'/><title type='text'>Seeking and Knowing God's Will</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_17_132367525761363" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" id="yui_3_2_0_17_132367525761368"&gt;This has been a very spiritually intense and emotionally draining time in Clint's and my lives. We have thoroughly examined our hearts for any ill feelings or motives. We have petitioned Him to keep us from sin, to let His name be glorified all the way through, and to show us clearly what He wants from us. We have searched Scripture for answers and direction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" id="yui_3_2_0_17_132367525761395"&gt;We have wrestled with and prayed the Lord would help us work through anger and recover from the shock and deep hurt so we can have a clear heart for the Holy Spirit to work in and through. Through and only through His help, we were able to not only forgive, but have a deep love, compassion, and understanding for the person who deeply hurt us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" id="yui_3_2_0_17_132367525761371"&gt;We have laid down our desires and asked Him to show us what He wants. Constantly, Clint has asked to be given the wisdom of Solomon. We have asked Him to give us insight into other the other person's thinking, to allow us to hear beyond their words into their heart, so we could understand their position. He has shown us things about him and then verified the information to erase any doubts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Clint has dreamed an incredible dream that was easily interpreted to give us a vision of what is on the other side of this situation. I have been given knowledge of what God is planning to do through this. Like Gideon, we have put out fleeces and sought confirmation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" id="yui_3_2_0_17_132367525761378"&gt;God has answered every single prayer every single step of the way. Not a single thing we have asked for was withheld from us. Seeing God work in our lives in these ways has been incredible! Our love for Him and each other is stronger than ever. We have learned new things about ourselves. Our children are learning too: Yesterday Amanda and Brandon said they could see the Holy Spirit had finished burdening us to gain information and seek God's will. They said they could see we are closer to the Lord and that our love for each other has deepened. God is good; He is very good indeed! His name is worthy to be praised! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Romans 8:6&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;For to set the mind on the flesh is death, but to set the mind on the Spirit is life and peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I Peter 5:5b-10 ...All of you, clothe yourselves with humility toward one another, because, “God opposes the proud, but gives grace to the humble.”Humble yourselves, therefore, under God’s mighty hand, that he may lift you up in due time. Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you. Be self-controlled and alert. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour. Resist him, standing firm in the faith, because you know that your brothers throughout the world are undergoing the same kind of sufferings. And the God of all grace, who called you to his eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while, will himself restore you and make you strong, firm and steadfast.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;h3 id="yui_3_2_0_17_1323675257613106" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Philippians 4:6-7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-6163342271711357707</id><published>2011-12-11T10:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T08:39:03.024-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>10  HARD Days Followed by</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ABUNDANT PEACE AND JOY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Verdana; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Isaiah 26:3 Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on thee: because he trusteth in thee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-6163342271711357707?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/6163342271711357707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/6163342271711357707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/12/10-hard-days-followed-by.html' title='10  HARD Days Followed by'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-2510426042021433150</id><published>2011-12-09T15:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T15:39:10.196-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='praise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Praise You in This Storm by Casting Crowns</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xGPS8sa-bRQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-2510426042021433150?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/2510426042021433150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/2510426042021433150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/12/praise-you-in-this-storm-by-casting.html' title='Praise You in This Storm by Casting Crowns'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xGPS8sa-bRQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-7535870433844233544</id><published>2011-12-09T15:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T15:24:23.863-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='praise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Our God is Greater by Chris Tomlin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zlA5IDnpGhc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-7535870433844233544?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/7535870433844233544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/7535870433844233544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/12/our-god-is-greater-chris-tomlin.html' title='Our God is Greater by Chris Tomlin'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/zlA5IDnpGhc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-2715673783472870338</id><published>2011-12-08T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T11:21:25.466-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>What It Means to Be a Christian</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Christians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;by Maya Angelou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;When I say... "I am a Christian"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I'm not shouting "I'm clean livin'."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I'm whispering "I was lost,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Now I'm found and forgiven."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;When I say.. "I am a Christian"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I don't speak of this with pride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I'm confessing that I stumble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;and need Christ to be my guide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;When I say.. "I am a Christian"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I'm not trying to be strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I'm professing that I'm weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;And need His strength to carry on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;When I say... "I am a Christian"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I'm not bragging of success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I'm admitting I have failed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;And need God to clean my mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;When I say... "I am a Christian"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I'm not claiming to be perfect,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;My flaws are far too visible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;But, God believes I am worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;When I say... "I am a Christian"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I still feel the sting of pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I have my share of heartaches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;So I call upon His name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;When I say... "I am a Christian"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I'm not holier than thou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I'm just a simple sinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Who received God's good grace, somehow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-2715673783472870338?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/2715673783472870338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/2715673783472870338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-it-means-to-be-christian.html' title='What It Means to Be a Christian'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-7703792316805699631</id><published>2011-12-07T21:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T22:07:51.665-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ffamily'/><title type='text'>Basic Bible Lesson on Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It troubles me to no end when Christians involved in ministries do not know the basics of God's Word. If you do not understand what the Bible says about love, then how can you fulfill the greatest commandment (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew%2022:36-40&amp;amp;version=KJV"&gt;Matthew 22:36-40&lt;/a&gt;)? How can you have fully comprehended a study on &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=I%20Corinthians%2013&amp;amp;version=KJV"&gt;I Corinthians 13&lt;/a&gt; (the chapter of love)? This is basic Bible teaching anyone in ministry should know. &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2%20Timothy%202:15&amp;amp;version=KJV"&gt;2 Timothy 2:15&lt;/a&gt; Open your Bible and study!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are four Ancient Greek words for love: agápe, éros, philía (aka phileo), and storgē.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agape is Godly love. This is the kind of selfless love God wants us to have for other believers and is spelled out in &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=I%20Corinthians%2013&amp;amp;version=KJV"&gt;I Corinthians 13&lt;/a&gt;. It is the kind of love that strives to put others feelings and needs before your own. It is difficult to find this kind of love in your heart when you list their sins against you. It is easier to find when you focus on the love God has for you in spite of the sins you have done against Him and others. This kind of love requires a sacrifice. This is the kind of love that exists and endures when things are not fun or easy. In humans, it is fallible. We will fail each other in this God-love from time to time, but it should resurface. God's love for us does not fail or waiver because He and His love are perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phileo (philia) love is the loyal love of friends and family. It is known as the "brotherly" love. It is a strong connection and affection to someone. You can have agape love for your enemies but you can not have phileo love for them. Agape love will endure, but phileo love can be crushed by cruelty. Phileo is where Philadelphia, the city of brotherly love, got its name. Phileo is "love" and adelphos (delphia) means "brother" in the Greek text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eros is the Greek word for passionate physical desire and longing for someone. This is the romantic love between couples. It is not mentioned in Scripture, but is where we get the English word &lt;i&gt;erotic&lt;/i&gt; from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storge is a love of acceptance and understanding. I have also heard it described as an genuine caring and loyalty that exists for a difficult person because you comprehend their behavior or struggles. I have a friend that does things she knows she should not do that trouble me to no end, but I care for her and will defend her because I understand what she has been through and what she is seeking. I also have this kind of love for a dog who bites me frequently. She came from an abusive situation and knows nothing better from human hands than what she has seen. I don't like getting bit and dread working with her, but I patiently put up with it because I understand &lt;u&gt;why&lt;/u&gt; she bites. When someone talks bad about this dog's behavior, I defend her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having love for someone does not mean you put yourself or your family in harm's way. Harm can be physical, mental or emotional. I find it very plausible a husband can have agape love for his wife and still keep himself and his children away from her abusive behaviors. In fact, I know a woman who has agape love for her exhusband.  She was lied to, cheated on, stolen from, beaten until she was put into the hospital, etc, etc, etc!!....and still, she asked me to pray for her exhusband's soul. Her love and concern for his well being after all of the abuse she took is something I will never forget. She was well within her rights to end the relationship to prevent more abuse, but she maintains abiding agape love by caring for his well being and salvation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-7703792316805699631?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/7703792316805699631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/7703792316805699631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/12/basic-bible-lesson-on-love.html' title='Basic Bible Lesson on Love'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-198508393887110975</id><published>2011-12-07T14:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T14:42:37.391-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Love Above Preferences</title><content type='html'>Shonda Parker is a beautiful and godly woman. She has gone through many trials recently and you can literally see the Lord working in her and through her.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her words in the link below are similar to what God put on my heart years ago and led me to separate myself from certain groups and particular women. I hope you are blessed by it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', 'Gill Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; background-color: rgb(242, 240, 223); "&gt;Love Above Preferences :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="entry111207-101931" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', 'Gill Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(242, 240, 223); "&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.naturallyhealthy.org/blog/index.php?entry=entry111207-101931"&gt;http://www.naturallyhealthy.org/blog/index.php?entry=entry111207-101931&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-198508393887110975?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.naturallyhealthy.org/blog/index.php?entry=entry111207-101931' title='Love Above Preferences'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/198508393887110975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/198508393887110975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/12/love-above-preferences.html' title='Love Above Preferences'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-1005712454301451606</id><published>2011-12-04T19:21:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T18:47:58.052-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer requests'/><title type='text'>Temper</title><content type='html'>When I found out what this person has done to our family, I flew hot. To see my husband hurting and know I was used, pushed me past my limits. I publicly apologize for using belittling statements in a private text conversation that told this person he "sucked." I also apologize for calling him a jerk. I do not believe it is ever right to belittle or demean a person. Joking around is one thing, but to do it and mean it is another. I have cooled down and can admit I was wrong for those words. I really hate it when I mess up, but am humble enough to apologize and mean it. I still believe they are a liar, manipulator and deceiver though. They concealed information from Clint in hopes to benefit themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I have a fiery temper and will not hesitate to express myself when someone has done wrong to my husband or children. But, my heart is pure in that you know what I think and where you stand with me. I do not pretend I am something I am not or put on false pretenses. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clint and I are earnestly seeking the Lord in this matter. We are asking that things hidden be brought out into the light and revealed. Clint needs prayer for the wisdom of Solomon. We sense amazing things are happening and something good is on the horizon. This situation is not fun, but we will be stronger and closer on the other side of this. We covet your prayers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We only have one friend who knows all that is going on and is praying for us. We feel we need to be very careful to heed God's direction. Thank you, sweet friend!! We love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h3   style="text-align: center;position: relative; left: 0px; width: auto; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-top-width: initial; border-top-style: none; border-top-  font-size:18px;color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Proverbs+29%3A11&amp;amp;version=ESV" class="bibleref"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Proverbs 29:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;" &gt;A fool gives full vent to his spirit, but a wise man quietly holds it back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&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/18019501-1005712454301451606?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/1005712454301451606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/1005712454301451606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/12/temper.html' title='Temper'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-4906272147629595835</id><published>2011-11-30T20:57:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T12:42:05.272-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><title type='text'>Thank You Lord!</title><content type='html'>Today, Clint and I found out we were being manipulated and deceived. Clint's name has been added to documents without his knowledge. Clint has legal interest in property. For FOUR years, this was hidden from us. Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This helps explain why someone was so desperate to suddenly "build a relationship" with us at timing that coincidentally coincided with the timing of their needing a signature. Nope, they didn't really care about us or want a genuine relationship. Yep, they wanted us to sign over the property to them free and clear. They have had ample opportunity to tell us what was going on the past few years, but chose to continue scheming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's intervention with a late payment on a bill Clint's name was on had mail coming to our house which alerted us to the situation. Our Father looked out for us and revealed them at the same time. This is the same person God revealed as an enemy to our family last year after serious prayer on what his intention was to our family. We had hoped God had changed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they are telling us that it wasn't God really revealing their hearts towards us for a second time. Oh yeah, and all of that stuff they said and did last year against us, they really didn't mean it. They want us to believe they have only good intentions towards us. I guess that is why they sat in our living room and lied to us when we asked a direct question about this property. You know, during the talk where they said they wanted to "lay it all out on the table" and "get it all out in the open,"  and "move forward together." They say God and Christian friends led them to handle it that way. Yeah, about that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God doesn't condone lying or manipulation!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Proverbs+12:5&amp;amp;version=KJV" style="color: rgb(178, 70, 45); "&gt;Proverbs 12:5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;The thoughts of the righteous are right: but the counsels of the wicked are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;deceit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am angry, hurt, frustrated and disappointed. My spirit is crushed. That is the only way to describe it. *I* petitioned my husband to give this person another chance when he did not want to do so. *I* welcomed them into our lives again. *I* opened our entire family to them. *I* threw that door open WIDE! *I* am responsible for my husband's and my children's hurting hearts tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I* am such a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our God is greater than the schemes of men. He reveals our enemies for what they are. I just wish it didn't hurt so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-4906272147629595835?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/4906272147629595835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/4906272147629595835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/11/thank-you-lord.html' title='Thank You Lord!'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-2555217345960449757</id><published>2011-11-29T19:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T19:54:04.765-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='link'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Protect Your Children: Educate Yourself on the Parental Rights Issue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QuSc_U5VqDQ" allowfullscreen="" width="560" frameborder="0" height="315"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.parentalrights.org&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/18019501-2555217345960449757?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/2555217345960449757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/2555217345960449757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/11/protect-your-children-educate-yourself.html' title='Protect Your Children: Educate Yourself on the Parental Rights Issue'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/QuSc_U5VqDQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-1839244161807958621</id><published>2011-11-29T11:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T11:31:34.306-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer requests'/><title type='text'>Prayer Request...</title><content type='html'>I need prayer that the rotatory cuff that was damaged in the car accident in April heals. I am doing all I was told to do and exercising it as I am suppose to be, but it is not helping. I am constantly in pain, and it wears on me. It wakes me up in the middle of the night so some days I am having to go on little sleep. It was bad enough I had to give up the volunteer work to the tornado victims, but I have also had to stop certain activities. The most difficult one is not being able to play with Emily and Hannah like I have our other children. Hannah may be our last child and it makes me sad to not be able to carry her around and play with her like I normally would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surgery may be in my future. That is causing some stress since I have heard the surgery is often not effective, and it will cause more disruption to our family. A few of our friends have had to have the surgery twice and still have issues. I accept accidents happen, but it stinks I was injured by an impatient man who, according to our witnesses, was being a hateful bigot towards a mother who was already in the drive thru line. Every time I get frustrated by the pain, I pray for him, but sometimes... I wish he had to come to my home and do the work I can't do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-1839244161807958621?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/1839244161807958621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/1839244161807958621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/11/prayer-request.html' title='Prayer Request...'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-7586694413225214205</id><published>2011-11-29T10:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T11:29:47.014-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='large family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer requests'/><title type='text'>What's New...</title><content type='html'>Only four of our children got the virus. Amanda, Brandon, Bethany, Clint and I managed to escape it. It was really rough on those who had it though. It took four days to go through them, but they were each only sick from 12 hours to a little over 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful Thanksgiving even though Clint and Brandon were both called into work. We found out late Wednesday afternoon and had our meal together Wednesday evening. I usually cook the day before, so we were pretty much ready. I roasted two turkeys which I rubbed with a herbal mix. They received rave reviews!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the first time our family was not together at once on a holiday, but that's alright. There are soldiers who are away from their country every year. There are families not together this year because someone died. I can rejoice in what I do have rather than complain about what I don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I need to be off my broken heel, Amanda canned the turkey stock this year. I had made the stock, cleaned the jars and was ready to can when my heel started having a weird pain. I asked her if she could take over. She readily agreed and did a fantastic job! We now have 30 quarts of gourmet turkey stock on our pantry shelves. Our family cooks from "scratch" a lot. We use so much stock; it is easier to make the volume we need after roasting turkeys. I save peelings from vegetables for a few months to put into our stock which gives it a higher nutritional content and a better flavor. What is leftover after the stock is drained off is greedily gobbled up by our dogs. Waste not; want not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a very good start on organizing the front shed. The main job left now is for me to sort our huge library of books, decide which will stay and get them organized on the shelves. We have many, many, many books due to our wide range in ages, interests, reading levels and our homeschooling. I am hoping to reduce it by half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday was very good! I feel very loved and appreciated. Thank you to everyone who contributed to make it a special day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-7586694413225214205?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/7586694413225214205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/7586694413225214205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/11/whats-new.html' title='What&apos;s New...'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-2704760506067114802</id><published>2011-11-23T09:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T09:20:23.830-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='link'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving from Our Gang to Yours!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sparkletags.com/graphics/jpg/Thanksgiving/untitled/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Af_cNbHcCmo/Ts0AR1zSWrI/AAAAAAAAHO0/NLBL7znwrSU/s320/untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678195011684031154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will sing unto the LORD, because he hath dealt bountifully with me.&lt;br /&gt;Psalms 13:6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;I Corinthians 15:57&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/18019501-2704760506067114802?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/2704760506067114802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/2704760506067114802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-thanksgiving-from-our-gang-to.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving from Our Gang to Yours!'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Af_cNbHcCmo/Ts0AR1zSWrI/AAAAAAAAHO0/NLBL7znwrSU/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-7793968279491707811</id><published>2011-11-21T14:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T14:20:31.159-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='link'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Shared Article: The war at home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This article is written about Debbie, whose family I asked for prayer for in an earlier post.  If you are the victim of domestic violence, please get help immediately. The unimaginable CAN happen. ~Wendy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found at: http://hamptonroads.com/2011/11/war-home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;By R. Paul Speece&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Once again, the ugly head of domestic violence has shown its vicious  face right here in our own backyard ("Man kills wife, self in Suffolk  neighborhood," Hampton Roads, Nov. 9).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A deranged, destitute husband selfishly took the life of a beautiful,  caring mother of their two children in order to satisfy misplaced anger  and exert ultimate control - which he was quickly losing during slow  judicial proceedings.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Her name was Deborah M. Wigg, formerly an audit manager with  McPhillips, Roberts &amp;amp; Deans. She was a wife of 15 years, a mother,  daughter and sister who, at the end of this tragedy, was left with a  fatal gunshot wound to the head.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Her estranged husband ended his own agony with a self-inflicted gunshot.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;How tragic it is that not only were two lives lost, but two young  children are traumatized and left without the love, care and guidance of  parents. They will be scarred for life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It seems unfathomable that this horrific event is actually dÃ©jÃ  vu for me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Six years ago, my sister-in-law's life was senselessly ended at the  hand of my brother, leaving two children devoid of the care of loving  parents and a wake of bewilderment among family and friends.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I have lived nearly 57 years and have experienced the violent murders  and self-inflicted deaths of four highly educated, successful  professionals: my brother, a U.Va. graduate; his wife, a librarian;  another, a dear friend, associate and a credentialed CPA; and her  husband, a successful entrepreneur and former teacher.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I have lived through a period encompassing the violence of Vietnam,  the Gulf Wars, Iraq and Afghanistan, and the only deaths I know  personally stem from domestic violence.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In both of these unimaginable cases, I sensed where the violence was  headed and was unable to stop it, resulting in the disruption of the  lives of all who knew the victims. They were left shellshocked.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The perpetrators were in front of the courts where the judiciary knew  that these angry husbands not only beat their wives but subsequently  threatened them with guns. They were allowed to keep known weapons or  could find new ones, even after being incarcerated and accountable to  the law enforcement system. They failed to pay court-ordered child  support, were dismissed by their hired attorneys, showed evidence of  illegal drug use but were still allowed to roam the streets plotting  their massacre, letting their anger percolate to a volatile crescendo,  ultimately violating impotent protective orders.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Deborah Wigg's estranged husband failed to show up at court for the  hearing dealing with the assault charge. The judge dismissed an  unfounded counterclaim against her and continued the case against him to  a later date. She would never have the chance to get to that hearing.  Five days later she was killed by the freed ticking time bomb she once  loved.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Where are the courts, which are fully aware of these issues, in protecting the innocent?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Where does common sense intercede to guide implementation of the law?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What we as a society are doing to stop the violence is anemic and  ineffective, resulting in four tragic deaths within my microcosm.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As president of Samaritan House Inc., in Virginia Beach, the largest  organization in the state dedicated to the causes of domestic violence  and homelessness, I know what those dedicated workers in the trenches of  this sordid business do daily to provide hope, healing and change to  victims. They are effective in dealing with people at risk. They  struggle to stop the violence and work toward prevention of future  violence. I am extremely proud to be affiliated with them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If you think you are immune to the atrocities of domestic violence,  you are not. It is highly likely you know someone whose life is impacted  by it, because it knows no boundaries.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Reach out to Samaritan House's victim-advocacy program; call the  hotline at (757) 430-2120; get involved with prevention education; or  advocate politically for stronger domestic violence legislation. Help  stop the senseless ending of life at the hands of family members. You  can make a difference.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-7793968279491707811?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://hamptonroads.com/2011/11/war-home' title='Shared Article: The war at home'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/7793968279491707811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/7793968279491707811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/11/shared-article-war-at-home.html' title='Shared Article: The war at home'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-3771390161741177000</id><published>2011-11-20T21:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T08:48:41.489-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>A Virus Came to Visit</title><content type='html'>Emily (4) came down with a sudden severe headache and stomach ache Friday. It had us concerned because two different friends' children has similar symptoms and ended up in the hospital. Her fever shot up very quickly to 104.7 and stayed there for a few hours. She threw up 5-6 times, slept for a long time and woke up to her bouncy, cheerful self! The worst of it lasted about five hours. She ran a low grade temp for a while after but the vomiting had stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah (2) came down with it Friday night/early Saturday morning. She threw up every hour on the hour all night. Sometimes she threw up 20 minutes apart. It was a long night. I had to give her a hydrating enema with some anti-emetic in it. In the 12 hours Hannah was constantly vomiting, she did not complain once. All she wanted to do was sleep. She slept in my arms part of the night, Clint's for part and her own bed some. I was listening to the girls talk in their beds last night thinking how wonderful it was to hear them chatting and giggling again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rise in body temperature is the body's natural defense mechanism against germs. I believe this is why the virus was killed off so quickly in Emily's body, but has lasted longer in the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua and Caleb have it now. They are very ready for this unwanted guest to leave as soon as possible. I am missing the boy sounds of wars, and crashes, and battles coming from their room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-3771390161741177000?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/3771390161741177000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/3771390161741177000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/11/virus-came-to-visit.html' title='A Virus Came to Visit'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-7171505774451386498</id><published>2011-11-19T09:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T09:23:31.174-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Japanese &amp; British Data Show Vaccines Cause Autism</title><content type='html'>http://childhealthsafety.wordpress.com/2009/06/03/japvaxautism/&lt;br /&gt;article from 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-7171505774451386498?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://childhealthsafety.wordpress.com/2009/06/03/japvaxautism/' title='Japanese &amp; British Data Show Vaccines Cause Autism'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/7171505774451386498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/7171505774451386498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/11/japanese-british-data-show-vaccines.html' title='Japanese &amp; British Data Show Vaccines Cause Autism'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-1504831540453434836</id><published>2011-11-09T10:54:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T11:45:02.333-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer requests'/><title type='text'>Heavy Hearts</title><content type='html'>A friend of Clint's and mine from school was murdered last night by her estranged husband. The man then shot himself. I have known of this family since elementary school. Her brother was in my class from first grade to graduation and we are still in touch now and then. Clint met him at Forest Glen and also has stayed in touch through Facebook. I got to know her again through Facebook and found her to be a lovely person with a sweet spirit. It cuts our hearts to think of this family hurting. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am asking you to lift up prayers for the Brown family. Please pray for her two boys who have woken up today to learn both of their parents are gone. Please pray for our many mutual friends who are struggling with the news.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/18019501-1504831540453434836?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/1504831540453434836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/1504831540453434836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/11/heavy-hearts.html' title='Heavy Hearts'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-5924799344225731683</id><published>2011-11-03T08:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T08:29:44.925-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Daddy is HOME!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HCwaHue7gZg/TrKF8HM_e6I/AAAAAAAAHOg/kVXyc1SlSmc/s1600/daddyishome_2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HCwaHue7gZg/TrKF8HM_e6I/AAAAAAAAHOg/kVXyc1SlSmc/s320/daddyishome_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670742148585061282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WYdn_vTRDnA/TrKF7uBvkwI/AAAAAAAAHOU/Qt3Feh6Blo4/s1600/daddyishome_4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WYdn_vTRDnA/TrKF7uBvkwI/AAAAAAAAHOU/Qt3Feh6Blo4/s320/daddyishome_4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670742141826994946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is our favorite part of every day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-5924799344225731683?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/5924799344225731683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/5924799344225731683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/11/daddy-is-home.html' title='Daddy is HOME!!!'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HCwaHue7gZg/TrKF8HM_e6I/AAAAAAAAHOg/kVXyc1SlSmc/s72-c/daddyishome_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-7655177374789891638</id><published>2011-11-02T14:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T08:30:30.206-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Homeschool Boot Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Brandon: "I don't mean to offend you, Mom, but your homeschooling was like a boot camp compared to college. I not only received the highest grades in my classes, but I also had to help the teacher today. This stuff is easy compared to what you taught me!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am smiling!&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/18019501-7655177374789891638?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/7655177374789891638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/7655177374789891638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/11/homeschool-boot-camp.html' title='Homeschool Boot Camp'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-6488810401067904274</id><published>2011-11-01T10:02:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T09:33:36.478-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alternative medicine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='herbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer requests'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Rough Days</title><content type='html'>When I look at fires, floods, sleepwalking, miscarriages, I have a pretty good idea of what constitutes as a BAD day. Yesterday wasn't technically bad, but it got to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started the day with less than four hours sleep. That should have been my first clue.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The night before, I had resuscitated a puppy that had no signs of life. I mistakenly thought he had become pushed away from his litter and become too cold. After two hours, I had him breathing and moving only to realize he had fading puppy syndrome which would take his life in spite of my efforts. Clint put him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got news about two friends' health that made me very, very sad. My heart is very burdened for them and their families.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily threw a cup and hit Hannah in the head. I am now convinced that wars begin by sisters. I also thanked the Lord I did not have a sister yesterday. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb learned a bad word from a movie. He experimented with it yesterday. I corrected him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homeschool after that was like beating your head against a wall. It is not very productive, is painful, but you can't stop yourself from trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a dirty letter for a bill I do not even owe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was summoned to jury duty for the same time Clint and I had planned to go away for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep getting e-mails from people on the west coast asking me how to extract pot. I got another one yesterday. It makes me wonder if my name is circulating around some strange marijuana group!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This came two days after DEA agents flew low in a helicopter over our neighborhood for two days. LOL! They spent a good amount of time over our place. The locked driveway gate must make law officials concerned. They'd be right. I am trying to keep the FEDs from barrelling down my driveway and running over my children as they play; FEDEX that is. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, I've had many days worse than yesterday, but yesterday had me frazzled. The hits kept coming. I am thankful for godly friends and a loving husband who don't give up on me during the days I want to give up. I am thankful for a God who keeps His promises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will also have days that challenge you. You will be stretched beyond your limit. Hold on, count on the Lord to keep His promises, and talk to the people you can count on. When we are stretched, we grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ephesians 3:19-20 May you experience the love of Christ, though it is too great to understand fully. Then you will be made complete with all the fullness of life and power that comes from God. Now all glory to God, who is able, through his mighty power at work within us, to accomplish infinitely more than we might ask or think.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/18019501-6488810401067904274?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/6488810401067904274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/6488810401067904274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/11/rough-days.html' title='Rough Days'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-1787206150215830947</id><published>2011-10-25T08:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T08:12:24.973-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Wildlife Cam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SUetUFLVwBs/TqamPqNoC1I/AAAAAAAAHMw/keZ-kYCL6SM/s1600/squirrel.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 316px; height: 254px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667399969052035922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SUetUFLVwBs/TqamPqNoC1I/AAAAAAAAHMw/keZ-kYCL6SM/s320/squirrel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the 17 years we have lived here, this is the fourth squirrel we've seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WZd1nYXxKyo/TqamPSFXIxI/AAAAAAAAHMo/peuGK2eXAq0/s1600/potbellypigs.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 256px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667399962574922514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WZd1nYXxKyo/TqamPSFXIxI/AAAAAAAAHMo/peuGK2eXAq0/s320/potbellypigs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wild boar? Nope, just our potbelly pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B1m8wfmo_1I/TqamPH-dwyI/AAAAAAAAHMc/C1-pg1CWlXU/s1600/fox.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 256px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667399959861642018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B1m8wfmo_1I/TqamPH-dwyI/AAAAAAAAHMc/C1-pg1CWlXU/s320/fox.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was tickled to get a good shot of the fox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/18019501-1787206150215830947?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/1787206150215830947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/1787206150215830947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/10/wildlife-cam.html' title='Wildlife Cam'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SUetUFLVwBs/TqamPqNoC1I/AAAAAAAAHMw/keZ-kYCL6SM/s72-c/squirrel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-972294195874804562</id><published>2011-10-19T06:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T09:51:43.035-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Crooked Lives</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you come by our house next spring, you will see long and slightly crooked rows of alternating tulips and daffodils. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I am still having issues with the shoulder injury, I needed help digging the trenches for the flowers. Caleb, my ten year old son, eagerly volunteered. He worked tirelessly to give me a hand and was so proud of his work. One trench is twenty feet long. All in all, he's probably dug 50 feet of trenches. He goofed on one trench though. Not only did he put it about 6" away from where I needed it, he had a definite and drunken curve at the end from where he grew tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could have asked Caleb or someone else to fix those trenches. I thought about it. I like things to be done correctly, but I decided I'd rather have them crooked so I remember how hard he worked, even when he was tired, just to help me. I will remember taping up the eight blisters he didn't tell me about until the work was finished. I'll think about how he wanted to be with me doing hard work rather than playing with his siblings. Yeah, when I see those crooked flowers I'll smile and think about how very much I love that little boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is beauty in the imperfection. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if God ever sees our efforts to please Him in the same light. Not perfect lives, but made more beautiful because we tried.&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/18019501-972294195874804562?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/972294195874804562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/972294195874804562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/10/crooked-lives.html' title='Crooked Lives'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-3569067423607526063</id><published>2011-10-14T15:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T08:13:18.678-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gardening'/><title type='text'>Gourds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iL_m3rx_NFI/TpiKLIbM2oI/AAAAAAAAHL0/xOIDCMYhhNc/s1600/gourds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663428455263165058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iL_m3rx_NFI/TpiKLIbM2oI/AAAAAAAAHL0/xOIDCMYhhNc/s320/gourds.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Every time my children get seeds, they ask me "Can we plant it?" I've had a standard answer for several years for seeds that don't go in the vegetable garden, "Sure, go plant it in the flowerbed." They usually don't come up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This year, Caleb planted ONE gourd seed in the flowerbed in the front. That vine not only overtook that flowerbed, but another one beside it and grew onto the deck furniture as well! It was something else to see! These are the gourds produced from that single seed. There are at least one hundred seeds in each gourd. Can you imagine how much fruit we could have if we planted each of these seeds?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Galations 6:9 And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(If you want a gourd or some seeds, come by the house this weekend and I will be happy to give you one. The mere thought of what havoc the children can cause with this many gourd seeds scares me! :-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-3569067423607526063?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/3569067423607526063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/3569067423607526063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/10/gourds.html' title='Gourds'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iL_m3rx_NFI/TpiKLIbM2oI/AAAAAAAAHL0/xOIDCMYhhNc/s72-c/gourds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-4306478103818687482</id><published>2011-10-14T15:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T15:11:19.695-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Caution: Children At Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8Jdm47e7hE/TpiI2X0lFtI/AAAAAAAAHK4/KnH3iDXAm-Y/s1600/childrenatplay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663426999107262162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8Jdm47e7hE/TpiI2X0lFtI/AAAAAAAAHK4/KnH3iDXAm-Y/s320/childrenatplay.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7G84Bv-PZcU/TpiI38rDfHI/AAAAAAAAHLo/EXU5ATPWEp0/s1600/joshuaswinging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663427026179292274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7G84Bv-PZcU/TpiI38rDfHI/AAAAAAAAHLo/EXU5ATPWEp0/s320/joshuaswinging.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PF1eiYr-FII/TpiI3oGN0oI/AAAAAAAAHLc/DHJGvPwaD_g/s1600/bethanyswing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 255px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663427020656071298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PF1eiYr-FII/TpiI3oGN0oI/AAAAAAAAHLc/DHJGvPwaD_g/s320/bethanyswing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wJoJecBEZC0/TpiI3PpzezI/AAAAAAAAHLQ/PDzH2tf_C8g/s1600/calebswing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663427014094453554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wJoJecBEZC0/TpiI3PpzezI/AAAAAAAAHLQ/PDzH2tf_C8g/s320/calebswing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oNGJ6HFx-jU/TpiI2g7h0GI/AAAAAAAAHLE/tIMuLlqOCRc/s1600/emilyjoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663427001552326754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oNGJ6HFx-jU/TpiI2g7h0GI/AAAAAAAAHLE/tIMuLlqOCRc/s320/emilyjoy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/18019501-4306478103818687482?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/4306478103818687482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/4306478103818687482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/10/caution-children-at-play.html' title='Caution: Children At Play'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8Jdm47e7hE/TpiI2X0lFtI/AAAAAAAAHK4/KnH3iDXAm-Y/s72-c/childrenatplay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-501232453830500849</id><published>2011-10-13T08:04:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T08:13:41.794-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire'/><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n1v2-ORebao/TpbVS2HiBAI/AAAAAAAAHKs/fVreLvyvD3k/s1600/clint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662948101206443010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n1v2-ORebao/TpbVS2HiBAI/AAAAAAAAHKs/fVreLvyvD3k/s320/clint.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3oRWsNkN_s/TpbVShnJzdI/AAAAAAAAHKg/Ce3Xab1HGZY/s1600/caleb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662948095701929426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3oRWsNkN_s/TpbVShnJzdI/AAAAAAAAHKg/Ce3Xab1HGZY/s320/caleb1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb is a blonde haired, blue eyed version of his Daddy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This weekend, we hope to finish Joshua's and Caleb's &lt;a href="http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-and-new-bedroom.html"&gt;bunk beds&lt;/a&gt; that were started last spring right before the barn fire. They never got finished because we had to meet the investigators, file paperwork, clean up the debris and then do the shopping to replace the contents which consisted of 550+ line items. The bed part was built and painted, but we are finally going to add a desk and shelves under the beds as the boys requested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Clint and I are looking forward to a relaxing weekend &lt;u&gt;at home&lt;/u&gt;. Drop by and see us! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1 John 3:18 Little children, let us not love in word or talk but in deed and in truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/18019501-501232453830500849?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/501232453830500849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/501232453830500849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/10/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n1v2-ORebao/TpbVS2HiBAI/AAAAAAAAHKs/fVreLvyvD3k/s72-c/clint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-7222890639039357883</id><published>2011-10-12T09:11:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T12:17:53.536-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='link'/><title type='text'>Courageous: Honor Begins At Home</title><content type='html'>Clint and I saw &lt;a href="http://www.courageousthemovie.com/"&gt;Courageous: Honor Begins At Home&lt;/a&gt; last night with our son, Brandon. It was much better than I expected!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had heard the movie's overall theme was aimed at men so we wanted to take Brandon with us. While the movie does deal with a lot of serious issues facing men and their families, there are also messages for women. There's also a lot to laugh at as humor is interjected throughout to help the audience deal with the heavier issues. Someone carefully crafted this film, and it shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a girl who enjoys action, the movie grabbed my attention from the first breath stealing scene. I was hanging on Clint's arm as one man fought to hold onto the side of his truck as a thug tried to steal it. When the audience and I realized why the man was fighting so hard to stay with the truck, there was an audible gasp in the theatre. Javier had the entire theatre laughing out loud with his "...y lemonaaaaaadaaaaaa!" It's been a long time since I've seen an audience as engaged in a movie as they were this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read a lot of reviews on this movie. Many of them knock the film because it contains a Christian message. I have watched Hindu movies with Hindu messages throughout. I don't believe that way, so I ignored it and still enjoyed the movie's storyline. I didn't come out of the movie hating Hindus for trying to share their beliefs with me. It was still a good story. It's up to me to decide how much to take and how much to leave behind when I walk away from a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I consider a movie's worth, I consider: Is the movie interesting? Does it capture and hold your attention? Are the scenes well scripted and easy to understand? Does the story flow well? Do the actors do a believable job portraying their character? I really do not enjoy "over-done" action scenes, so an important question for me is: Are the action scenes reasonable? Does the movie evoke a response in the audience? Do the camera angles make the scenes interesting? Courageous is a yes to every single one of those questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the movie ended in the theatre, the audience sat in their seats for a long time. Quiet. Still. Then they clapped. How often does that happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encourage you to go see the movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-7222890639039357883?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/7222890639039357883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/7222890639039357883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/10/courageous-honor-begins-at-home.html' title='Courageous: Honor Begins At Home'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-9072523223312122639</id><published>2011-10-11T09:50:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T10:14:13.351-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer requests'/><title type='text'>Around Here Fall 2011</title><content type='html'>Since we got back from vacation, things have been chaotic on the home front. I had an allergic reaction to the pool and jacuzzi chemicals which explains some recurring issues I had as a teen. As usual, the congestion went straight to my ears and became infected. I still have some tinnitus with a little fluid, but am getting my energy level back. Now to catch up on my to do list! I hate getting sick because the household suffers so much, and then there is so much to do to get it back to normal. I was asked to do two television interviews for women who have had children over 40, but did not return the forms due to the ear infections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon has been given more hours lately which helped him pay for the next round of classes that start at the end of the month. He has already learned so much in his chosen field that it is like speaking a foreign language when talking to him. I am impressed with all that he has accomplished on his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Amanda had a birthday! The little girl who was born six hours after the doctor grumpily told me to stay home because I was "most definitely not in labor" is 17! My thoughts often drift back to the major &lt;a href="http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2009/09/praise-lord.html"&gt;sleepwalking episode&lt;/a&gt; that had her missing for nine long hours a couple of years ago. I am so thankful she is home. She enjoyed the surprise party we threw her and loves her brand new laptop. On birthdays at our house, the birthday child has no chores. Amanda made sure we remembered that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua and Caleb are much taller than when summer started. I am constantly thinking Caleb is Joshua because he has shot up that much. My brain can't keep up with all of the changes! Joshua is still the happy, bright boy he has always been. Caleb has taken off in school. I have been buying him books of projects he can build with materials around the house. I see woodworking tools in his future! Both boys are a tremendous help now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bethany is still our little lady. She is funny and has a great attitude. She enjoys helping me with the younger girls. I am continuing her instruction in herbal medicine and first aid. She has long been graduated from the Easy Bake and now uses the oven. She races to Clint and I to be the first one to kiss us goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily and Hannah are growing and learning. Both are writing their names and learning letter sounds. They gave me a scare last week! A car was sitting at the end of our long driveway. It was the same color as Clint's car, so the girls thought it was their Daddy and took off for him right when I had gone into the house for something. Bethany realized it wasn't Clint and brought them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have until the 19th to file claims for the fire insurance. We still have some things to get off of the list before the time is up, so it's a very busy time. We have three of the five sheds organized and in use. We need to organize the other two and set them up so they will be functional. We hope to tackle that this winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clint, Brandon and I are heading to see &lt;a href="http://www.courageousthemovie.com/"&gt;Courageous: Honor Begins at Home&lt;/a&gt; tonight. We feel strongly that we need to support these kinds of movies. We have a family camping trip planned to celebrate the end of the fire insurance claim. Then we have a bonfire/cookout planned at our house. Clint and I have a romantic weekend planned too. Then the holidays will be here! I am looking forward to the holiday homeschool lessons, crafts, decorating, baking, storytelling, and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer requests: That our family will grow in the wisdom of the Lord and seek to do His will at every opportunity. We are asking the Lord to give us a clear plan of what He wants from us in the next few years. We are also asking God, if it is His will, to bless us with another child, and if not that, to open the door to adopting a sibling group. Adopting is something we have wanted to do for a long time. We have the love, energy and resources. God will have to provide the finances because adoption is not cheap. Ask Him to open that door wide for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't dropped us a line in a while, please do! &lt;a href="mailto:contentmentacres@yahoo.com"&gt;contentmentacres@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-9072523223312122639?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/9072523223312122639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/9072523223312122639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/10/around-here-fall-2011.html' title='Around Here Fall 2011'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-4465286726686843857</id><published>2011-10-10T12:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T12:19:02.857-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Enjoying the Sunshine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QLcim1PZkFo/TpMfoLQ9UKI/AAAAAAAAHKM/TGUzsDqW5Yg/s1600/brothersandsisters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661903931613991074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QLcim1PZkFo/TpMfoLQ9UKI/AAAAAAAAHKM/TGUzsDqW5Yg/s320/brothersandsisters.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sunday, I caught the boys (Joshua 12 and Caleb 10) giving a "rocket ride" to the girls (Emily 4 and Hannah 2). How much fun it is to have older siblings!! The boys enjoyed it as much as the girls did!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because we started school in the middle of summer, we are ahead in our homeschool lessons. We were able to take off during the nice weather last week. I love the freedom homeschooling gives us to enjoy being active outdoors when the weather is nice. Children laughing and playing outdoors is one of my favorite forms of "nature's music."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-4465286726686843857?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/4465286726686843857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/4465286726686843857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/10/enjoying-sunshine.html' title='Enjoying the Sunshine!'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QLcim1PZkFo/TpMfoLQ9UKI/AAAAAAAAHKM/TGUzsDqW5Yg/s72-c/brothersandsisters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-1682258391508406480</id><published>2011-10-09T21:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T21:29:24.205-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Amanda's 17th Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zq2ms3ZaWyw/TpJG6SLiiII/AAAAAAAAHJs/q9_V49WFkhI/s1600/blowingcandles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661665648684730498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zq2ms3ZaWyw/TpJG6SLiiII/AAAAAAAAHJs/q9_V49WFkhI/s320/blowingcandles.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We surprised her with a party tonight!!&lt;br /&gt;She didn't have a clue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XaBxin45JRc/TpJG6WalhvI/AAAAAAAAHJ0/KrozPIflm78/s1600/jellybellys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661665649821583090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XaBxin45JRc/TpJG6WalhvI/AAAAAAAAHJ0/KrozPIflm78/s320/jellybellys.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; her own jelly bellies&lt;br /&gt;Emily was happier when Amanda shared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vcKtN4VRNhE/TpJG6tKqvYI/AAAAAAAAHJ8/EfNpS4tO0Rs/s1600/penguinpillowpet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661665655928831362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vcKtN4VRNhE/TpJG6tKqvYI/AAAAAAAAHJ8/EfNpS4tO0Rs/s320/penguinpillowpet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B002XNJ01C/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=contentmentac-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=217145&amp;amp;creative=399369&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B002XNJ01C"&gt;Penguin Pillow Pet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B002XNJ01C/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=contentmentac-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=217145&amp;amp;creative=399369&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B002XNJ01C"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661665656591600402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5L9869zviBI/TpJG6voryxI/AAAAAAAAHKE/7cZGAsf5G0s/s320/computer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;her new computer!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Sweetheart! You are a great joy and add so much to our lives!&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/18019501-1682258391508406480?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/1682258391508406480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/1682258391508406480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/10/amandas-17th-birthday.html' title='Amanda&apos;s 17th Birthday!'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zq2ms3ZaWyw/TpJG6SLiiII/AAAAAAAAHJs/q9_V49WFkhI/s72-c/blowingcandles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-7129783208723021014</id><published>2011-10-09T12:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T12:54:56.602-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>On Wildlife Cam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WNgJVx2Fm0Q/TpHRDD1q6DI/AAAAAAAAHJU/YuJLum8skw8/s1600/raccoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661536057081653298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WNgJVx2Fm0Q/TpHRDD1q6DI/AAAAAAAAHJU/YuJLum8skw8/s320/raccoon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4XQbq9AYmM/TpHRDKI48VI/AAAAAAAAHJM/qytL8-MLdlU/s1600/whocanthatbenow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661536058772877650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4XQbq9AYmM/TpHRDKI48VI/AAAAAAAAHJM/qytL8-MLdlU/s320/whocanthatbenow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K-8h2HGvpAo/TpHRO4gsdQI/AAAAAAAAHJc/ZQ7yzHUTMc0/s1600/fox1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661536260199314690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K-8h2HGvpAo/TpHRO4gsdQI/AAAAAAAAHJc/ZQ7yzHUTMc0/s320/fox1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's not a coon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-74ItY4s4Urs/TpHRVB1_QGI/AAAAAAAAHJk/Mh0HZ2QNCKg/s1600/fox2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 255px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661536365783760994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-74ItY4s4Urs/TpHRVB1_QGI/AAAAAAAAHJk/Mh0HZ2QNCKg/s320/fox2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but a fox!&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/18019501-7129783208723021014?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/7129783208723021014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/7129783208723021014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/10/on-wildlife-cam.html' title='On Wildlife Cam'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WNgJVx2Fm0Q/TpHRDD1q6DI/AAAAAAAAHJU/YuJLum8skw8/s72-c/raccoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-419235216785954228</id><published>2011-10-06T11:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T11:07:48.601-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>How Do You Slay Your Goliaths?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My experience tells me that the small stones of God . . . humility, patience, gentleness, truth, prayer, etc . . . are far more powerful than the Saul's armor of defensive anger, control, pride, etc. (Check out 1 Samuel 17 - David and Goliath). So . . . it isn't just about slaying your Goliath but how you slay him. God's way? Or in the flesh? Spirit? Or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;unsubmitted&lt;/span&gt; soul? Am thinking . . . the meek shall inherit the earth. ~Nate Atwood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks to Theresa A. for sharing this!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-419235216785954228?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/419235216785954228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/419235216785954228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/10/how-do-you-slay-your-goliaths.html' title='How Do You Slay Your Goliaths?'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-4021136180085638319</id><published>2011-10-04T17:04:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T18:15:46.495-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>A Tough Thing</title><content type='html'>Today, I had to do something I never thought I'd be able to do. I kind of figured it would happen one day, but I had hoped Clint could always do it when it needed doing. How come the right thing to do is often also the hard thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda found a tiny kitten writhing in pain and brought it to me. I knew immediately the kitten was dying. I prayed for wisdom to help it, but knew what had to be done because there are certain signs the body gives. When this has happened before, I have been able to call Clint, and he was able to come home to "take care of it." This time, Clint couldn't take care of it. I was faced with two choices: wait until Clint could get here or do it myself. One way extended the suffering, possibly by hours, and the other was not somewhere I wanted to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up in a very rural area and have always been practical about the need to put animals down...when it was the men doing it. I can clearly remember many instances when I was a child where it had to be done. Never once did I witness a single man take this aspect of animal stewardship callously. I have seen big, strong men cry when they had to end something's life though. When an animal is suffering and is beyond help, you end the suffering as an act of compassion for the dying creature. It's one of the many creeds of country living and is part of owning livestock. A man who ignores the suffering of his animal is considered to be lowly in character and "not worth his salt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I battled inwardly. I have never taken one of our animals lives. In fact, when I reconnected with a friend from high school, I apologized AGAIN for hitting his dog with my car 20+ years ago. &lt;em&gt;(I haven't dared speak to his younger brother since that day because I still haven't recovered from the "good cussin'" he gave me. :-) &lt;/em&gt;As a herbal healer, my instinct is to increase health and preserve life. Putting an animal down is a long ways from that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reasons for NOT doing it were many. I didn't want to take the baby animal's life. I didn't want to cause more suffering if I messed up. I didn't want to see things that would stick with me as I still have very visual, but infrequent, nightmares from a fatal car accident I was at years ago. I didn't want to hurt my children by ending their pet's life or have them think badly of me for doing it. I didn't want to listen to a friend of mine tell me how she could "never do that." I wrestled with these and many other thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard that tiny still whisper of the Holy Spirit. "You're selfish."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It dawned on me that I WAS being incredibly selfish. A big clue to that fact was that all of my reasons started with "I." The fact was the kitten needed a quick end to its suffering. If you've ever been in real pain, you know time slows down while you are in the throes of it. Those few minutes while I thought it out probably seemed like hours to the kitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I did it. I ended the kitten's agony by taking its life with a .22. I thought I'd be a wreck afterwards, but I'm OK. It was a quick and peaceful end to its struggle. I am not happy, but am at peace knowing I didn't force the little cat to wait until Clint could get home hours from now. I couldn't fix the issue, but it is no longer struggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought Amanda, 16 and already so mature, would look at me differently, but she locked eyes with me for a long, precious moment and said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It needed to be done. I am glad you did it. I'll take care of the rest for you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-4021136180085638319?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/4021136180085638319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/4021136180085638319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/10/tough-thing.html' title='A Tough Thing'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-4280179254856805616</id><published>2011-10-04T14:37:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T16:03:43.524-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='link'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earthquake'/><title type='text'>Storm Preparedness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000B8GBCC/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=contentmentac-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=217145&amp;amp;creative=399369&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B000B8GBCC"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659711095177739890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ohOJRlCqwyM/TotVQS9n_nI/AAAAAAAAHIk/I1S4D1LYMRU/s320/51QR4EHKVXL__SL500_AA300_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the weather continually declining and our responsibility to our children, we try to stay storm ready. When the power was out for ten days during a sudden ice storm, we were fine. We heated the house and cooked with a kerosene heater, had plenty of water for drinking and cleaning, and had more than enough food stored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Hurricane Isabel knocked out power for another ten days, we sailed right through it. We had plenty of food and water. We had a hand pump that gave us water for cleaning. We had plenty of baby necessities. We didn't &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; to go out and battle the lines and crowds for anything. We did go get ice though. We missed the ice in our drinks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the items we purchased recently was the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000B8GBCC/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=contentmentac-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=217145&amp;amp;creative=399369&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B000B8GBCC"&gt;Black and Decker Storm Station&lt;/a&gt;. I really like it. You leave it plugged in, and it lights up as soon as the power goes out. You won't be stumbling around in the dark trying to remember where the flashlight is. This has also alerted us to the power blinking on and off that we would not have even noticed before. It charges your cell phone batteries so you maintain a way to contact emergency services and loved ones. The flashlight comes out so you can use it separately. It has a weather radio so you can keep up with local announcements, weather watches and warnings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's large and not very bedroom decor friendly, so I tucked it to one side of a nightstand where it can't be seen, but we can still see the light if it turns on. I am going to use a black permanent marker to put important information on the backside of it. It's a little pricer than some radios, but it offers more and is well made. We are planning to purchase a second one for the first floor of our home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-4280179254856805616?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/4280179254856805616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/4280179254856805616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/10/storm-preparedness.html' title='Storm Preparedness'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ohOJRlCqwyM/TotVQS9n_nI/AAAAAAAAHIk/I1S4D1LYMRU/s72-c/51QR4EHKVXL__SL500_AA300_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-1861986004524503370</id><published>2011-10-04T08:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T09:04:29.910-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>More Beach Scenery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TusrPbQaygM/TosB_gRSlTI/AAAAAAAAHIc/ajGKFKXz-MU/s1600/washwoods3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659619547227002162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TusrPbQaygM/TosB_gRSlTI/AAAAAAAAHIc/ajGKFKXz-MU/s320/washwoods3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; part of Wash Woods &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hurricane Irene made more of the stumps visible along the shoreline at low tide.&lt;br /&gt;One night, we came across a truck that was speeding on the sand and hit one of the stumps. His front tire had damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_byZDYQ8ves/TosB_R_xyDI/AAAAAAAAHIU/yDyyatJwqww/s1600/a_nighshotdunes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659619543395452978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_byZDYQ8ves/TosB_R_xyDI/AAAAAAAAHIU/yDyyatJwqww/s320/a_nighshotdunes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dunes at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P6svtHElSuY/TosB_e1iEvI/AAAAAAAAHIM/ye0Y9siK9Ts/s1600/horsescorolla2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659619546842141426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P6svtHElSuY/TosB_e1iEvI/AAAAAAAAHIM/ye0Y9siK9Ts/s320/horsescorolla2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Corolla horses&lt;br /&gt;The light was low which is why this is grainy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5--y3TGawZA/TosB_Plm0kI/AAAAAAAAHIE/GkXoMk2oWBU/s1600/a_corolla2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659619542748811842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5--y3TGawZA/TosB_Plm0kI/AAAAAAAAHIE/GkXoMk2oWBU/s320/a_corolla2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This young stallion was showing a bit of an attitude through body language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Psalm 19:1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth his handywork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-1861986004524503370?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/1861986004524503370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/1861986004524503370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/10/more-beach-scenery.html' title='More Beach Scenery'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TusrPbQaygM/TosB_gRSlTI/AAAAAAAAHIc/ajGKFKXz-MU/s72-c/washwoods3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-1553789164347039551</id><published>2011-10-01T14:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T14:47:41.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-itqKRy4E9Vg/TodgQN7PwdI/AAAAAAAAHH8/5UutnA3w5oY/s1600/315694_193107544095938_117740311632662_475076_2123890628_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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"We need your input to help us better serve you and the homeschooling community. Please take just a minute to participate in our short survey, and you'll help us learn how we can more effectively communicate with and support today's homeschoolers!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-5755640787301125238?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.hslda.org/Survey/mvt/Default.aspx?rid=10467' title='Homeschooling Survey and Chance to Win $500 Visa Card'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/5755640787301125238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/5755640787301125238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/09/homeschooling-survey-and-chance-to-win.html' title='Homeschooling Survey and Chance to Win $500 Visa Card'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-8183668206068072006</id><published>2011-09-26T11:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T11:29:40.120-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>12 THINGS SATAN DOES TO GET VICTORY OVER CHRISTIANS</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I am working my way through me e-mails and didn't want to forget to share this article.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"12 THINGS SATAN DOES TO GET VICTORY OVER CHRISTIANS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Keep them busy with non essentials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Tempt them to overspend and go into debt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Make them work long hours to maintain empty life styles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Discourage them from spending family time together, for when their homes disintegrate there is no refuge from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Over stimulate their minds with television and computers, so they can’t hear God speaking to them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... &lt;a href="http://loveyourspouse.org/2011/05/15/12-things-satan-does-to-get-victory-over-christians/"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to read the rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-8183668206068072006?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://loveyourspouse.org/2011/05/15/12-things-satan-does-to-get-victory-over-christians/' title='12 THINGS SATAN DOES TO GET VICTORY OVER CHRISTIANS'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/8183668206068072006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/8183668206068072006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/09/12-things-satan-does-to-get-victory.html' title='12 THINGS SATAN DOES TO GET VICTORY OVER CHRISTIANS'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-8706169144584099898</id><published>2011-09-26T10:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T10:51:02.295-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschool'/><title type='text'>Online Shark Dissection Lab</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.pc.maricopa.edu/Biology/ppepe/BIO145/lab04.html"&gt;Virtual Shark Lab&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My children are doing this lab today as part of their homeschool to go along with our trip to the beach. I also recently found a shark specimen in a jar as a gift for Brandon for $2 in a thrift store that will compliment the lesson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-8706169144584099898?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/8706169144584099898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/8706169144584099898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentmentacres.blogspot.com/2011/09/online-shark-dissection-lab.html' title='Online Shark Dissection Lab'/><author><name>The Asbell Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.members.cox.net/contentmentacres/picts/barn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18019501.post-3621753928003794183</id><published>2011-09-26T09:04:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T09:10:02.721-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='large family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>OBX</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YaOYCRwA7AM/ToB7P4QBpWI/AAAAAAAAHH0/I7zYGMFYms4/s1600/gravedigger2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656656644705199458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YaOYCRwA7AM/ToB7P4QBpWI/AAAAAAAAHH0/I7zYGMFYms4/s320/gravedigger2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grave Digger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L7SMDfusNm0/ToB6NZ_xEfI/AAAAAAAAHHk/IwNxEhg8Sb4/s1600/a_oregoninlet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656655502712574450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L7SMDfusNm0/ToB6NZ_xEfI/AAAAAAAAHHk/IwNxEhg8Sb4/s320/a_oregoninlet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oregon Inlet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vMYbABQUJl8/ToB45Pq5_oI/AAAAAAAAHHc/4ljegwb9wOQ/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656654056831712898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vMYbABQUJl8/ToB45Pq5_oI/AAAAAAAAHHc/4ljegwb9wOQ/s320/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sea turtle nest &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are back from our 5 bedroom, two master suite, 4 bath beach rental in Duck, NC where we had a wonderful time! We relaxed and played together the entire week! Since most large families require two to three hotel rooms due to state fire codes and occupancy requirements, renting a beach house for a week is a more affordable option. It's also much more comfortable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We met &lt;a href="http://www.nestonline.org/"&gt;NEST&lt;/a&gt; volunteers who were watching over sea turtle nests about to hatch. They told us if they started hatching while we were there, they'd invite our family to watch! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We got together with two sets of friends, ate new-to-us foods &lt;em&gt;(alligator and Mahi-Mahi),&lt;/em&gt; found the Corolla horses again, collected sea shells, explored Oregon Inlet's 4x4 beaches, met new people, found sea glass, swam in the pool, lounged in the hot tub, relaxed in the jacuzzi, played air hockey, ate out, played games, enjoyed shopping, enjoyed the ocean views from our room and balconies, etc, etc. It was a fun eight days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/18019501-3621753928003794183?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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term='alternative medicine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Study on Health of Vaccinated Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thehealthyhomeeconomist.com/2011/08/survey-results-are-unvaccinated-children-healthier/"&gt;Survey Results: Are Unvaccinated Children Healthier?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vaccineinjury.info/vaccinations-in-general/health-unvaccinated-children/survey-results-illnesses.html"&gt;State of health of unvaccinated children&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18019501-5272263387902263841?l=contentmentacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18019501/posts/default/5272263387902263841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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