<?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-34916748</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:40:35.719-06:00</updated><category term='Presbyterian stuff'/><category term='hymns'/><category term='funny'/><category term='books'/><category term='prayer request'/><category term='mean people'/><category term='theology'/><category term='holiday greeting'/><category term='church staff'/><category term='time management'/><category term='spiritual direction'/><category term='anxiety'/><category term='Holy Week'/><category term='confirmation class'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='worship'/><category term='family'/><category term='youth'/><category 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>258</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-4282465221521228426</id><published>2011-05-06T08:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T08:48:42.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Five: Word Association</title><content type='html'>Songbird writes: It's been a busy week for me, trying to get back into the routine after a  post-Easter vacation. (How did it get to be Easter 3?) So to keep it simple,  here's a Word Association Friday Five, with a bonus twist for those feeling  creative. First, for each of these five words -- all of which remind me of my  *most* excellent vacation -- share the first word that comes to mind when you  read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Airport: &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;crowded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Baseball&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; boring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Art&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; children &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Chocolate&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; dark &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)  Grill&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; asparagas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus: Tell us a story that comes to mind based on one of the  word pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;T-ball is the hilarious exception to boring baseball. I have so much fun going to the games and watching them run around! Last weekend, my daughter's t-ball team was "covered" by the local news. So funny! They were so excited to be on TV ...and for the ice cream party they received! It's on my Facebook page for those who know me IRL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-4282465221521228426?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/4282465221521228426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=4282465221521228426' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/4282465221521228426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/4282465221521228426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2011/05/friday-five-word-association.html' title='Friday Five: Word Association'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-3498037209894243790</id><published>2011-02-04T11:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T12:00:11.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Five: Perks of Ministry</title><content type='html'>Hello, blogosphere! I've decided to play today's RevGal Friday Five. Kathrynzj invites us to ponder the perks of being in ministry, of which there are many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In my setting, I don't have to ask permission to leave the office to take my kids to the dentist or to go see a program at their school.  In the brief time I was a hospice chaplain, I hated having to fill out the personal time off form at least a week in advance and then waiting to see if I got approval. I like being more or less the boss of my own schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. As a PC(USA) pastor, I am blessed with ample vacation and study leave. Not to mention our other benefits. I am truly grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The food..though I wish there were less of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I get paid to read books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I am invited into the most sacred moments of peoples' lives. Nothing better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Kathrynzj. It's been nice on this snowy day to think about the blessings, big and small, of being a pastor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-3498037209894243790?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/3498037209894243790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=3498037209894243790' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/3498037209894243790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/3498037209894243790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2011/02/friday-five-perks-of-ministry.html' title='Friday Five: Perks of Ministry'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-7949749225518214004</id><published>2010-02-05T10:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T10:58:56.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bits and Pieces</title><content type='html'>We're going to put our house up for sale. Painters in the house...so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm pushing myself too hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm pushing some people too hard, while not nudging some people enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have deacons who refuse to visit people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't people understand that the statement, "I don't feel comfortable with that," is not a conversation ender, but a conversation starter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-7949749225518214004?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/7949749225518214004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=7949749225518214004' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/7949749225518214004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/7949749225518214004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2010/02/bits-and-pieces.html' title='Bits and Pieces'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-264284915355496503</id><published>2010-01-04T19:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T20:32:26.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Graceful Exit</title><content type='html'>Well, it's done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A member of the Personnel Committee showed up at 8:30 this morning and he didn't want to waste any time hemming and hawing. So, we walked into the church office and told her... simply and as kindly as we could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a fleeting moment, I could see in her face an inner conflict:"Do I tell them off or do I leave with grace and dignity?"  She chose the latter, which honestly, made it all the harder on me. It's easier to feel justified when someone cusses you out or tells you that you're a terrible person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, today I got a lesson in graciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the news sunk in a little bit, she said, "Well, I guess God doesn't want me here and I believe that 'everything works out for good for those who love God...'"  She collected her belongings, went to the restroom and came into my office and asked me to have prayer with her. She proceeded to pray a lovely prayer asking God to lead and guide me and that we might find the right person to fill the position. It was then my turn and I wasn't nearly as eloquent as I tried to find the words asking God to bless and guide her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only her office skills were as great as her heart.  *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-264284915355496503?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/264284915355496503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=264284915355496503' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/264284915355496503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/264284915355496503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2010/01/graceful-exit.html' title='A Graceful Exit'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-6402930511576565012</id><published>2010-01-03T17:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T17:51:44.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sure I Won't Get Any Sleep Tonight</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I'm firing my Admin Assistant.  Some of you may recall, last Summer we put her on an improvement plan. Things haven't improved; the newsletter was a mess this month and the bulletin had several mistakes that I had pointed out before I left.  Unfortunately, this is par for the course with her...and I found out today that she was late several days and took off early while I was on vacation this past week.  Like 3 hours early. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be a lot easier if I didn't genuinely like her. I truly do. She's a sweet, sweet woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not cut out for this work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a jerk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-6402930511576565012?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/6402930511576565012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=6402930511576565012' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/6402930511576565012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/6402930511576565012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-sure-i-wont-get-any-sleep-tonight.html' title='I&apos;m Sure I Won&apos;t Get Any Sleep Tonight'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-2496347072467984262</id><published>2009-12-31T09:26:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T10:11:15.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long Overdue Update and Goodbye, 2009</title><content type='html'>Wow, way for me to keep you hanging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still processing what took place as I visited that young man in the jail; it was not pleasant. It was about a 5 minute walk down a windowless hallway to where he was being held. When I walked into the visitation area, I saw him sitting on the other side of the thick glass. At first, he didn't know who I was, even though I had just seen him a few days prior at church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked him how he was doing he replied, "Hey, I got 3 squares a day." It turns he had just been kicked out of the place he was staying, probably on a couch, and didn't know what to do. He told me that he threw a rock at the bank's door and announced he was going to rob the bank so that he would get arrested and therefore, have a place to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we talked a bit more, I asked if I could pray with him and he consented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the conversation took a strange turn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Well, I know you're just here because it's your job, but thanks for coming anyway."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "No, I'm here because the congregation and I are concerned about you. We've been glad that you've been worshipping with us. I'm sorry we didn't know you were struggling."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Well, your visits won't get me a job, won't put a roof over my head. So, no thanks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: who knows what I said here...I can't remember...probably something entirely unhelpful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "I don't want a relationship with you. Don't call me; I'll call you. Hey, it feels good to say that to someone else for a change."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been back. I'm not sure if that is the right thing or not. It's possible that if I went back, he wouldn't even remember that I had been there. I'm not a psychiatrist, but it is clear that he has some significant mental health issues. (Duh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact remains that he sought us out for several weeks and I didn't follow up with him. True, he never left any contact info, but I didn't try very hard because he made me uncomfortable. That's the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, like I said, I'm still processing this and taking it into my prayer.&lt;br /&gt;==============================================&lt;br /&gt;I am going to maintain my blog, for now. Since I began my new call at the beginning of the year, I have had less and less time and inclination to blog. However, I miss my blogging buddies and will try to do a better job of keeping up with you all. I am Facebook friends with many of you, which I enjoy so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year, my friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-2496347072467984262?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/2496347072467984262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=2496347072467984262' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/2496347072467984262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/2496347072467984262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2009/12/long-overdue-update-and-goodbye-2009.html' title='A Long Overdue Update and Goodbye, 2009'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-4320886827453983739</id><published>2009-10-06T22:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T23:15:24.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers, Please...</title><content type='html'>A young man who has been worshiping with my congregation for a couple of months was arrested this afternoon for attempting to rob a bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been extremely faithful in coming to worship; he has only missed one Sunday since we first saw him. He never wanted to talk after the worship service, but he had begun to at least greet me in the receiving line. Some of our members, myself included, have wondered if he has some developmental disabilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My space bar keeps sticking, so I'll stop now. Please pray, as I am sure he is frightened and I am sure there is much more to this story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-4320886827453983739?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/4320886827453983739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=4320886827453983739' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/4320886827453983739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/4320886827453983739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2009/10/prayers-please.html' title='Prayers, Please...'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-7529778641226630381</id><published>2009-09-11T11:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T11:27:02.031-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Five: PJ's</title><content type='html'>Sophia at &lt;a href="http://www.revgalblogpals.blogspot.com/"&gt;RevGals&lt;/a&gt; writes: As the weather cools off into a lovely fall, my son and daughter are rediscovering their joy in cozy footed "pajammies"--though not to sleep in. They love to hang out in the pjs before bed or in the morning, but when it's time to actually sleep they strip to their skivvies! Good thing they finally have their own rooms, now that they are getting older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without going to TMI land, share with us your sleepwear memories and preferences....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What was your favorite sleeping attire as a child? And did you call them pjs, pajamas (to rhyme with llamas), pajamas (to sort of rhyme with bananas), jammies, or ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I liked any nightgown that made me feel pretty! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Favorite sleepwear put on your own little ones, or perhaps those you babysat? (Bonus points if you made it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I loved those cute little sleep sacks when they were just a few months old in the winter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How about today-do you prefer nightgown, pajamas, undies, or au naturel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;When in my own bed at home, I prefer a simple cotton nightgown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Silky smooth or flannel-y cozy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;neither, really...if it's too silky, I feel cold and usually flannel makes me sweat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Socks or bare feet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Definitely bare feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus: Funny story regarding sleepwear (or the lack thereof).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My mom used to love to buy my younger sister and I matching nightgowns or pj's to open on Christmas Eve. This was charming when we were both pretty little, but became kind of embarrassing as I entered into my teenage years. For instance, when I was 13 years old and my sister was 6 years old, we received Rainbow Brite nightgowns. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You know this obnoxious, stupid character from the 1980's...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380245229051748770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/Sqp4h7IeoaI/AAAAAAAAApk/49hpmtA3P9w/s320/rainbow-brite.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Well, about three weeks after Christmas, our house caught fire and we had to run out of our house early in the morning for our safety. What had I put on to sleep in the night before? Yep, that frickin' Rainbow Brite nightgown! Even worse, I had to wear it over to my friend's house because I needed to borrow some clothes because all of mine were now torched. Yes, all of my clothes were torched...except for that damn Rainbow Brite nightgown! Funny how I can still feel my consternation and mortification very, very keenly 24 years later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-7529778641226630381?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/7529778641226630381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=7529778641226630381' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/7529778641226630381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/7529778641226630381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2009/09/friday-five-pjs.html' title='Friday Five: PJ&apos;s'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/Sqp4h7IeoaI/AAAAAAAAApk/49hpmtA3P9w/s72-c/rainbow-brite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-7685034081011324348</id><published>2009-07-31T09:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T10:16:13.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Five:Child's Play Edition</title><content type='html'>Thanks Kathrynzj of RevGals for today’s Friday Five which celebrates the spontaneous child in all of us… or at least the one that we admire in someone else:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) On a scale of 1-5, with 5 being I can’t do this now I am about to jump into a pit of plastic balls at the mini-mall and 1 being I can’t do this now until I can get all of the fonts on my blog to match – where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am a strong "4."  I love to play! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What is the silliest/most childlike thing you have done as an adult?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I can name a couple: I went on the slip and slide with the kids in the front yard last summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A few summers back I went white water rafting with some teenagers from my church on the Arkansas River in CO. About halfway through the trip the guides have all the rafts pull over to the bank for a break.  Our guide pointed to a huge boulder on the bank and said that we could jump off of it into the river if we wanted. I jumped up excitedly, thinking that at least half of my group would come with me, but they all looked at me like I was insane. Well, I could not NOT jump off that rock 'cuz, well, it was there.  I did it and it was even higher than it looked.  Wimpy teenagers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Any regrets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The slip and slide?  Yes, it hurts to slip and slide. I won't be doing that again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Jumping off the rock?  No way, that was a blast! Bring on another one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What is the silliest thing you have ever seen another adult do on purpose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm usually that adult- volunteering to be the one who gets the pie in her face, jumping on the inflatables, dressing up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) What is something you wish you did when you had the chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Velcro jumping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BONUS: For our ‘I told you so’ sides – what thing did you skip doing and you’re really glad you did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This girl does NOT bungee jump. Nor do I play games which involve eating gross food combinations. Nope. uh.uh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-7685034081011324348?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/7685034081011324348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=7685034081011324348' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/7685034081011324348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/7685034081011324348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2009/07/friday-fivechilds-play-edition.html' title='Friday Five:Child&apos;s Play Edition'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-2787990427154969013</id><published>2009-07-12T15:40:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T15:58:07.988-05:00</updated><title type='text'>John Calvin 500</title><content type='html'>I got away with the following in my sermon today about Calvin.&lt;br /&gt;(Please keep in mind that punctuation is not my strong suit!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;One thing to keep in mind as we wrestle with Calvin and his ideas is that while, yes, he is known as the Father of the Reformed tradition; he is not God the Father. And, like my earthly father, whom I accept and admire and respect, I don’t always agree with him. I wrestle with his ideas and find myself oftentimes landing in a different place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know, I’m okay with that. In fact, for me, this is one of the enduring legacies of John Calvin for the church today- we need not check our brains at the door of the sanctuary. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics of our celebration...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357678294840874834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/SlpMBeDPl1I/AAAAAAAAAgY/T8imvWqxDmE/s320/DSCN0425-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It wasn't the intention to make these look like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ghost John Calvin masks! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357678304295896802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/SlpMCBRfxuI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ZMq3uHPvic4/s320/DSCN0427-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kids worked this up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The "Picasso" Calvin in the upper left is my son's!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357678303076350562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/SlpMB8uu-mI/AAAAAAAAAgg/adA_GyLPCkM/s320/DSCN0426-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This tasted even better than it looked!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mmmmmm......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-2787990427154969013?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/2787990427154969013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=2787990427154969013' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/2787990427154969013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/2787990427154969013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2009/07/john-calvin-500.html' title='John Calvin 500'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/SlpMBeDPl1I/AAAAAAAAAgY/T8imvWqxDmE/s72-c/DSCN0425-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-1180557606740273624</id><published>2009-07-06T16:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T17:04:37.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Evil Eval Day</title><content type='html'>Today was evaluation day with my Admin. Assistant.  Didn't go too well. It's hard to have a constructive conversation about improvement when she gives herself superior marks on her self evaluation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had her sign the improvement plan and told her we would meet again in 45 days and determine if there has been improvement.  (It would have been in 30 days, but I will be on vacation then.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The avoider in me hopes that she will decide to find something else in the meantime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, help me to not be a jerk...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-1180557606740273624?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/1180557606740273624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=1180557606740273624' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/1180557606740273624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/1180557606740273624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2009/07/evil-eval-day.html' title='Evil Eval Day'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-3798602068450971546</id><published>2009-06-07T22:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T23:06:27.375-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Doing My "Duty!"</title><content type='html'>For better or for worse, I did preach this morning- a sermon on John 3 from my files. My music director and liturgist took up the slack in everything else...save the children's time.  Like a knucklehead, I did that.  I did tell the kids to keep a reasonable distance from me, however!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we have been traveling through the order of worship the past several weeks with the kids, sharing with them why we do the things we do in worship.  It's been quite effective and I think the adults are getting at least as much out of it as the kids.  Anyhoo, today we were talking about the offering, so the "Young Disciples' Time" was located at that point in the service.  We were having a nice conversation about giving out of gratitude and love for God.  All was going just swimmingly until I asked, "Why do we give money in the offering? Is it because it's a our duty?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duty.... okay, I know NOW that that is one word you don't say in front of children if you want to maintain any semblance of control.  It was mayhem from that point on....especially my 5 year old daughter who was laughing hysterically and saying "duty, duty, bathroom pooty...!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I could do at that point was pair them off with ushers and let them help collect the offering!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the answer to the question I was looking for was, "No, we don't give out of duty, but out of love for God,"  but I guess don't give God your crap is a good lesson, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the latest in my file of crap (or duty!) I don't have time for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I may have to eventually fire my Admin. Assistant.  It would take too long to give all the reasons why, but I've been avoiding it since I arrived and now it's beginning to bite me in the butt. It's not just me, I am getting calls on a nearly daily basis from folks complaining about her mistakes and lack of professionalism.  I hate it.  She is a very sweet woman. She and her husband have just bought a house and her 92 year old mother has just moved in them.  However, supervising her is taking waayyy too much of my time and, no matter what, things still don't get done right.  Also, I have some questions about her integrity. Not big stuff, like embezzlement, but wrongful use of her time, that sort of thing. The latest earfuls I got today was several people telling me that on the days I was sick this week, they couldn't get anyone on the phone after 2:00 pm.  hmmmmmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there are any Interim pastors out there, please hear me... do your best to take care of obvious staff issues while you're there.  The Interim even told me that he left that for me to take care of...grrrrrrr!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan is, with the Personnel Committee, to do an evaluation of her work and put together an improvement plan that we will share with her. We will meet again with her in a month and if there isn't significant improvement, her employment will be terminated.  I can't think of a better way to go about it.  I've never had to personally fire someone, so if any of y'all have some wisdom, I'm eager to hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am going to have to talk with our main children's ministry person about not smoking in front of the kids. GEEZ LOUISE!  I can't believe I have to have that conversation!  This woman is a rock, I love her. She's on Session, board of Trustees, active in Presbytery. I love her, but when my kids come home from a day at the zoo with her and tell me she smoked in the car while driving them, there's a problem!  Please pray that I will find the right words when I approach her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all part of the gig, right?  It feels an awful lot like "duty" to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-3798602068450971546?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/3798602068450971546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=3798602068450971546' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/3798602068450971546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/3798602068450971546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-doing-my-duty.html' title='Just Doing My &quot;Duty!&quot;'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-7051028901460624300</id><published>2009-06-05T12:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T13:01:19.954-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Question for you...</title><content type='html'>What do you do when you are too sick to write your sermon? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just not sure I'm gonna get it together this week.  I've been running a 100-102 degree temp since Wednesday morning. Did go to the dr. yesterday and got some antibiotics because she said my throat was definitely not going to get better on its own.  So far, I can't feel any effects from the meds.  I hate being sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your Friday is better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-7051028901460624300?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/7051028901460624300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=7051028901460624300' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/7051028901460624300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/7051028901460624300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2009/06/question-for-you.html' title='Question for you...'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-2052619714630185264</id><published>2009-05-29T11:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T11:46:08.473-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Five'/><title type='text'>Friday Five: the Big To-Do</title><content type='html'>The list maker in me loves today's Friday Five!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathrynzj writes: Greetings from the land of the Big To-Do! It seems like every year I enter into the summer with a growing list of HUGE projects/events/trips that seem to have a permanent place on the 'to do' list. This year I have a huge move pending so that takes up an entire list all on its own, but it doesn't take a big event like that for me to make plans bigger than my summer can hold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you?Is this the third summer in a row you have made a pledge involving your garage and actually getting a car into it?Did you once again miss the registration deadline for the continuing education event of your dreams ?Are you starting to think you couldn't even find the tents, let alone get it together to pull off a camping trip?Here is your chance to get it out into the open and OWN your Big To-Do! Who knows? Maybe making the list will help you move the Big To-Do to the Big Ta-Da!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What home fix-it project is on your Big To-Do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I would love to paint my kitchen cabinets and put on new hardware, but I am so afraid of mucking it up. I wish I just had the money to re-do the whole kitchen: floors, cabinets, counter tops, back splash, appliances...but, you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What event (fun or work) is on your Big To-Do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My church is named after the big, important reformer who is having a special birthday this summer. I would love to do something for our Presbytery, but I'm letting myself off the hook because 1) I'm still pretty new here (office isn't even all put up yet) and 2) there is no enthusiasm in my congregation for such a thing. So, this is very helpful...I am officially scratching that off my mental to-do (or "ought-to") list! Yay! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What trip is on your Big To-Do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We are taking the first two weeks in August to go to Colorado, as usual to see our families. However, we are going to first hit Southern Colorado to go camping near the Sand Dunes. We also plan to go to this cool mountainside stations of the cross and also see the Royal Gorge. Then, my in-laws will come to pick up the children and my husband and I will spend a couple of nights at a fancy B&amp;amp;B. Then it will be off to do the family thing in Colorado Springs and Ft. Collins...probably stopping by Iliff School of Theology along the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What do you wish was on someone ELSE's (partner, family member, celebrity, etc...) Big To-Do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I wish Dick Cheney's to-do list included getting the *bleep* off my television screen! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Getting inspired? What may end this summer having moved from the Big To-Do to the Big Ta-da?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;By the end of summer, I seriously would like to get rid of at least 1/3 of our stuff. We have decided to remain in our itty-bitty house, so we need to stop accumulating, which is harder and harder as the kids get older. So, there will be lots of crap...er, treasures available for FREE on the curb at Iris' house this summer! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-2052619714630185264?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/2052619714630185264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=2052619714630185264' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/2052619714630185264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/2052619714630185264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2009/05/friday-five-big-to-do.html' title='Friday Five: the Big To-Do'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-1591775421069396679</id><published>2009-05-26T16:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:23:33.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Iris Is Still Planted</title><content type='html'>In case anyone bothers to check here anymore...I am alive, just haven't been feeling very bloggy lately.  I'm well. The church is great. Lots to blog about, but I probably won't get to most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get around to my usual places again soon to see what you all are up to!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-1591775421069396679?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/1591775421069396679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=1591775421069396679' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/1591775421069396679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/1591775421069396679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2009/05/iris-is-still-planted.html' title='Iris Is Still Planted'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-307144914002671418</id><published>2009-03-21T21:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T21:54:33.899-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Next Few Days</title><content type='html'>I have funeral #4 tomorrow afternoon- the woman I wrote about a couple of posts ago. It's going to be a hard one, as the whole church is just devastated, not to mention her family.  The cancer ravaged her body at full-speed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go up north on Monday for the family funeral.  My stomach is in knots just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, I travel a couple of hours away to do the graveside service of my church member. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that we don't have any more deaths for awhile.  It's getting to all of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-307144914002671418?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/307144914002671418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=307144914002671418' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/307144914002671418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/307144914002671418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-next-few-days.html' title='My Next Few Days'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-5944216587313782915</id><published>2009-03-18T19:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T20:08:33.528-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Sad, Sad News</title><content type='html'>My heart is breaking for my cousin's 5 year old son right now. His mother, who was only 28 years old, was killed in a car accident early this morning.  She and my cousin had not been together for about a year, but they were very good about sharing custody and giving their son a sense of security.  In fact, I'm told that the three of them just had dinner together last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She even continued to come to all of our family get-togethers. She was a member of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't been around for awhile. I've been down for the count for past week or so. I came down with shingles...ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I was recovered enough to go see Elton John and Billy Joel last night. Incredible concert.  I haven't had so much fun in a long time.  And my husband and I hadn't done anything together for a long time. I wish I could have basked in that feeling longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-5944216587313782915?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/5944216587313782915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=5944216587313782915' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/5944216587313782915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/5944216587313782915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2009/03/some-sad-sad-news.html' title='Some Sad, Sad News'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-5653167460596550774</id><published>2009-02-25T15:59:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:24:26.051-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pastoral Care Overload</title><content type='html'>I have another funeral this Saturday- my third one with this congregation. She was a really wonderful woman. She asked me to preach Luke 9:62 at her funeral, which is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Jesus said to him, ‘No one who puts a hand to the plough and looks back is fit for the kingdom of God.’"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;She was a published author and she told me that this verse described "the way I see myself since I began writing." What a woman.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I may have yet another funeral soon- a woman who was a member of the Pastor Nominating Committee who was diagnosed with a very aggressive cancer in the middle of the call process. She's only in her mid-50's, but very, very sick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I appreciate your prayers for these people and their families...and for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did I mention I just began this call on January 1st?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-5653167460596550774?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/5653167460596550774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=5653167460596550774' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/5653167460596550774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/5653167460596550774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2009/02/pastoral-care-overload.html' title='Pastoral Care Overload'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-2362867771361229820</id><published>2009-02-24T21:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T22:26:56.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Had Never Been a Field Trip Before...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/SaTIKssDNtI/AAAAAAAAAfI/VVNfa-dlwKI/s1600-h/field+trip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306586347069454034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/SaTIKssDNtI/AAAAAAAAAfI/VVNfa-dlwKI/s320/field+trip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last week the daughter of one of my older members called me up to invite me to go to lunch with her, her daughter and her two nephews, all of whom are home schooled teenagers. She said that they had just finished studying the Fundamentalist-Modernist Controversy. (I thought, "um, wow. I had very little notion of those events until...well, seminary!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This woman and her daughter worship at a non-denominational "Bible" Church and the nephews and their family are members of a Presbyterian Church of America congregation-very conservative, with no women in ordained leadership. Not even Elders or Deacons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She said that she was aware that these young people were pretty insulated religiously and she thought it would be good for them to have a conversation with a "thinking, faithful person who comes at things from another perspective." Also, she said, "They have never met a woman pastor before." She probably said four times, "We aren't going to grill you!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because of the sweet way she asked and because I have a lot of affection for her father, I said I would be glad to meet them for lunch, which we had today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met them at Panera Bread and they bought me lunch! Yay! (1/2 Mediterranean Veggie Sandwich and Harvest Orchard salad. Yum!) After we ate and chatted a bit, they began with their prepared questions, asking for my thoughts on the infallibility of scripture, creation, heaven and hell, end times, miracles, interfaith dialogue and the person of Jesus Christ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so very impressed with the respectful way in which they asked the questions and how they seemed to really listen to my answers. Although I could tell that they disagreed with many, if not most, of my answers, they never argued with me or looked visibly disgusted by my more liberal take on things. Actually, I could tell that they were really thinking about my answers, especially as I spoke about my emphasis on the authority of scripture rather than inerrancy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, they may be praying that I become a Christian someday. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-2362867771361229820?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/2362867771361229820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=2362867771361229820' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/2362867771361229820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/2362867771361229820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-had-never-been-field-trip-before.html' title='I Had Never Been a Field Trip Before...'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/SaTIKssDNtI/AAAAAAAAAfI/VVNfa-dlwKI/s72-c/field+trip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-678137632776650684</id><published>2009-02-21T20:03:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T20:55:41.022-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Symphony No. 9 (Scherzo)</title><content type='html'>I've been a poor blogger, so just for fun, I'm doing this meme I saw at &lt;a href="http://knittinpreacher.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;knittinpreacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s place. Play if you want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your iPod, ZUNE or other music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag friends who might enjoy doing this as well as the person you got it from. (if you like...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS “IS THIS OKAY” YOU SAY? "Xanadu" by Olivia Newton-John (an apt response for not responding!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY? “Everyday is a Winding Road" by Sheryl Crow (that's about right...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL? "Desire" by U2 (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE? "Airplane Over the Sea" by Neutral Milk Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO? "Birdhouse in Your Soul" by They Might Be Giants :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU? “Silent All These Years" by Tori Amos (hmmm...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN? "Sunny Day" by Deana Carter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS 2+2? “With or Without You" by U2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND? "Elderly Woman Behind the Counter" by Pearl Jam (sorry, friend!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE? "Walk on the Ocean" by Toad the Wet Sprocket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY? "Hey Ya!" by Outkast (that's about right...especially the shake it like a Polaroid picture part!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP? " The Long Way Around" by the Dixie Chicks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE? "Highway Blues" by Marc Seales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU? "Addicted" by Kelly Clarkson (ha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING? "Since I've Been Loving You" by Jimmy Page and Robert Plant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL? “Sorry" by Push Monkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST? "You Found Me" by Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET? "I Keep Forgettin'" by Michael McDonald (How convenient...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS? "Blow Away" by George Harrison (okay, that's so not true!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT’S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN? "Walk Like an Egyptian" by the Bangles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW WILL YOU DIE? "Best of Both Worlds" by Hannah Montana (I guess I die of embarrassment because you now know that this song and "Walk Like an Egyptian" are on my ipod...hey I have a 5 year old daughter!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET? "Something So Strong" by Crowded House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH? "Istanbul (Not Constantinople) by They Might Be Giants (this is true- Presbyterian youth "energizers" can be very funny!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU CRY? "Freeway" by Aimee Mann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED? "Landslide" by Fleetwood Mac (huh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST? "Wise Up" by Aimee Mann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU? "Worlds Apart" by Jude Cole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE? "City Don't Cry" by Page and Plant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW? “If You Want Me" by Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova (from the movie "Once"..and yeah, this song answers this question pretty damn well.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS? "Symphony No. 9 (Scherzo)" by Beethoven- played by the Seattle Symphony&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-678137632776650684?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/678137632776650684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=678137632776650684' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/678137632776650684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/678137632776650684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2009/02/symphony-no-9-scherzo.html' title='Symphony No. 9 (Scherzo)'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-1830936766065074991</id><published>2009-02-07T19:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T19:33:56.614-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick bullets points...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am still in need of prayers for me and my family.  I am so sorry to be vague, but it has to be that way. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My installation service is tomorrow.  I'm looking forward to it and am so very grateful to those who will be participating.  I just wish things were going better so I could enjoy it more fully.  Hopefully, I will be able to set all of it aside for an hour and just receive and thank God.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;First thing Thursday morning, I had a talk with my AA telling her that "shushing" her boss (me) was probably not the best move for her professionally.  I am not sure that it is going to work out with her, not just because of the shushing, but because she doesn't seem to have a second gear and it seems like it is such a struggle to get things done on time.  I don't want to have to do so much supervision.  However, I am VERY loathe to put someone out of work in this economy.  Let's hope we'll see some improvement.  I'd hate to be an AA. I'd last less than a week, I'm sure.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-1830936766065074991?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/1830936766065074991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=1830936766065074991' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/1830936766065074991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/1830936766065074991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2009/02/quick-bullets-points.html' title='Quick bullets points...'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-5246047996820880950</id><published>2009-02-04T12:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T15:11:47.949-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbloggable</title><content type='html'>Your prayers are much appreciated. Truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much that is just unbloggable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professionally, everything is going so very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, so very not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA:  Everything is going well professionally, except I just got "shhhh-ed"  by my Admin. Asst. WTH?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-5246047996820880950?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/5246047996820880950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=5246047996820880950' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/5246047996820880950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/5246047996820880950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2009/02/unbloggable.html' title='Unbloggable'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-7739299078155954895</id><published>2009-01-31T16:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T16:23:46.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer...</title><content type='html'>I need it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-7739299078155954895?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/7739299078155954895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=7739299078155954895' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/7739299078155954895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/7739299078155954895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2009/01/prayer.html' title='Prayer...'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-5078868349390959073</id><published>2009-01-20T21:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T21:15:10.729-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Jesus, But....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/83JDXXKzOXg' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/83JDXXKzOXg'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, after a day of inaugaration watching, this is something completely different!  It made me laugh harder than I had for a long, long time.  Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-5078868349390959073?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/5078868349390959073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=5078868349390959073' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/5078868349390959073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/5078868349390959073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-jesus-but.html' title='I Love Jesus, But....'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-4655860375913394419</id><published>2009-01-16T00:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T00:26:43.787-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the Little Things Sometimes...</title><content type='html'>I'm just in my second week in my new church. I'm sorry that I haven't been feeling very bloggy lately.  Everything has been going very well- even preaching a very large funeral on my third day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two decisions have got me paralyzed right now.  It's like my brain shuts down every time I try to think about them.  They are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What color to have my office painted and&lt;br /&gt;2) What wireless carrier to go with, and then, which phone to choose. I guess that's 3 decisions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had a "pay-as-you-go" plan for a few years, but now that I'm with a larger congregation as solo pastor, that would probably be more expensive in the long-run.  So, I guess it's time for a big-girl cell phone plan.  But, I go to the websites of AT&amp;amp;T, Verizon, Sprint...and get so confused.  Do I need Bluetooth? A QWERTY keypad? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that I resent being asked to carry a cell phone at all.  I know, it's how the world works now, but I still hate it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess all phones have an "off" button, don't they?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-4655860375913394419?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/4655860375913394419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=4655860375913394419' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/4655860375913394419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/4655860375913394419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-little-things-sometimes.html' title='It&apos;s the Little Things Sometimes...'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-7657647828495836013</id><published>2008-12-08T16:09:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:57:48.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*blush*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/ST2g8cvYryI/AAAAAAAAAY8/IIJjafXfbWU/s1600-h/superior_scribbler_award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277551298715627298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/ST2g8cvYryI/AAAAAAAAAY8/IIJjafXfbWU/s400/superior_scribbler_award.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://godincidences.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;imngrace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;has honored me with this award. Thank you, thank you! I love your blog, too! Although I haven't been a very good blogger or blogging buddy lately, I appreciate those of you who still check in on me every n0w and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, as with every Bloggy Award, there are A Few Rules. They are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Each Superior Scribbler must in turn pass The Award on to 5 most-deserving Bloggy Friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Each Superior Scribbler must link to the author &amp;amp; the name of the blog from whom he/she has received The Award.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Each Superior Scribbler must display The Award on his/her blog, and link to &lt;a href="http://scholastic-scribe.blogspot.com/2008/10/200-this-blings-for-you.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This Post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, which explains The Award.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Each Blogger who wins The Superior Scribbler Award must visit this post and add his/her name to the Mr. Linky List. That way, we'll be able to keep up-to-date on everyone who receives This Prestigious Honor!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Each Superior Scribbler must post these rules on his/her blog.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Several of you have already received this award, so I am awarding only those whom, I think, haven''t yet been so honored. So, without any further ado, I give this award to the following 5 blog friends:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sarahbuildsbridges.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; because if I was ever skeptical about finding true friendship in the "virtual world," becoming friends with Sarah via the RevGals blogring has cured any skepticism I had. She is one of the most authentic and crazy-smart people I have ever known. (She is also a new mother. Her daughter was born just a few days ago!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://revcrystalk.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Revcrystalk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (though she will always be HipChick to me!) because I resonate so much with what she writes. Sometimes I wonder of we were separated at birth or something! She is very honest and so funny!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://towandasnewwindow.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Towanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got interested in Towanda's blog because I noticed that she was then a student at my Alma mater, The Iliff School of Theology. I remain a reader because she challenges me to look beyond the end of my nose and notice those who are crying out for justice here and abroad. Her courage inspires me to truly live out the gospel. She also posts from funny cartoons from time to time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekitchendoor.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mrs. M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; because Diana's blog was one of the first I got up the nerve to leave a comment on when I was first dipping my toes into the blogging world. She writes about her sense of call with passion and humor. AND she sometimes posts recipes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://magdalenesmusings.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh, Mags...she just rocks, plain and simple. She posts wonderful sermons and has such wisdom. She also sometimes posts funny YouTube clips...:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-7657647828495836013?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/7657647828495836013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=7657647828495836013' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/7657647828495836013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/7657647828495836013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/12/blush.html' title='*blush*'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/ST2g8cvYryI/AAAAAAAAAY8/IIJjafXfbWU/s72-c/superior_scribbler_award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-5778659288267206688</id><published>2008-11-26T22:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T22:22:02.587-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>I hope you all have a blessed and happy Thanksgiving tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I'll be in bed. I is a sicky. I got the last appointment available at my doctor's office cause I just couldn't shake this crud.  I'm on antibiotics. $55 dollars worth of antibiotics! I hate being allergic to both sulfa and penicillin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll probably have Thanksgiving dinner on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-5778659288267206688?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/5778659288267206688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=5778659288267206688' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/5778659288267206688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/5778659288267206688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-8711154706257430830</id><published>2008-11-22T11:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T15:26:09.722-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I've Been Away For Awhile</title><content type='html'>I have had a crazy few weeks with no time or energy to blog. A couple of days after being elected pastor by the church that sent spies, (I really need to think of a new blog name for them now, huh?) I flew out West to visit my parents, sister and brother-in-law, and most importantly, meet my baby nephew who was born on October 20. He is a sweet, sweet boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after I arrived, my mom, sister and I went to see "The Secret Life of Bees," which was actually pretty good, but could never, ever live up to the book. Afterwards, we went to my parents place so I could raid my mom's closet. We were hanging out in my mom' s room when, my dad rushed in and tearfully blurted out, "Your mom died."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my Mema. She was 88 years old living by herself and did not have any diagnosis of a life-threatening disease or condition. She just fell down dead. She didn't even have time to push her "I've fallen and I can't get up" button on her wrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a fiercely independent woman and, I think, that this was probably exactly the way she would have wanted it. She lived alone, but had daily contact with my aunt who lived down the street. She wasn't in pain or living in a nursing home, which she would have hated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funeral was this past Monday here in my city and I preached. She didn't have a pastor, so rather than have someone who didn't know her do it, I agreed. I'm glad I did. It was a gift to my Mema, my family and myself. There's a lot more to say about that, but I don't think I will. My Mema and I had a complicated relationship, but I loved and admired her, even when she held me at arm's length.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promptly got a cold the next day and it's getting worse. This is a hard time of year to slow down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-8711154706257430830?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/8711154706257430830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=8711154706257430830' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/8711154706257430830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/8711154706257430830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-ive-been-away-for-awhile.html' title='Why I&apos;ve Been Away For Awhile'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-2101393056660500752</id><published>2008-11-09T14:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T14:55:33.987-06:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Exactly How I Feel, Too...</title><content type='html'>First of all, everything went well.  I am the pastor-elect of (Important Reformer) Presbyterian Church by a vote of 120-something yeas to 4 nays.  Not bad... I can live with that. I was told that those four "wouldn't vote for Jesus himself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel good at all in the pulpit, though. They have very bright spotlights, which blinded me and made me super hot.  The light made the pulpit mic cast a big shadow over my manuscript, which made it hard to read.  Also, I had underestimated the font size I would need, so basically, I preached from memory.  It didn't feel good, but I got through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family was great and so supportive, patiently shaking hands and telling people their names again and again and again.  My son drew this picture when we got home and told me, "I felt like a handshaking machine today!"  Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/SRdLc5gw9EI/AAAAAAAAAXA/DCjGZeJSq8o/s1600-h/handshaking+machine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266761249079751746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/SRdLc5gw9EI/AAAAAAAAAXA/DCjGZeJSq8o/s400/handshaking+machine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/34916748-2101393056660500752?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/2101393056660500752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=2101393056660500752' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/2101393056660500752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/2101393056660500752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/11/thats-exactly-how-i-feel-too.html' title='That&apos;s Exactly How I Feel, Too...'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/SRdLc5gw9EI/AAAAAAAAAXA/DCjGZeJSq8o/s72-c/handshaking+machine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-5282762244321397379</id><published>2008-11-08T20:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T22:16:16.922-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Me Oil In My Lamp...</title><content type='html'>Keep me burnin', burnin' burnin'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great camp song based on our parable this week. Although one verse that we used to sing is what I really need right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Give me umption in my gumption, let me function, function, function..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am almost always done writing my sermon by this time Saturday. I am stuck... Help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA:  It's 10:15 pm and I'm as done as I'm gonna be tonight.  It'll be okay. I'll tweak it some in the morning and then, I'll let the Spirit do what she will with it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah, I just now read your kind offer to listen to my sermon. I'm afraid it might be a little too late now- shoot. Thanks so much for offering. I may take you up on that some other time!  I'm going to try to get a good night sleep now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-5282762244321397379?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/5282762244321397379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=5282762244321397379' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/5282762244321397379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/5282762244321397379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/11/give-me-oil-in-my-lamp.html' title='Give Me Oil In My Lamp...'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-7615929358261608738</id><published>2008-11-07T09:20:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:58:27.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Five: Funny Papers</title><content type='html'>Presbyterian Gal says: After an exhausting election here in the states it's time for some spirit lifting! Join me with a nice cup of tea or coffee or cocoa and let's sit back and read the Funny Papers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. What was your favorite comic strip as a child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I loved the Family Circus, especially when Billy would go on one of his "adventures" through the neighborhood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/SRRhTUi9irI/AAAAAAAAAWo/tamPi3OMQmI/s1600-h/familycircus1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265940848863709874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/SRRhTUi9irI/AAAAAAAAAWo/tamPi3OMQmI/s320/familycircus1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Which comic strip today most consistently tickles your funny bone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/SRRhxYuOcjI/AAAAAAAAAW4/KR23brAUsco/s1600-h/Bizarro.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265941365380772402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/SRRhxYuOcjI/AAAAAAAAAW4/KR23brAUsco/s200/Bizarro.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bizarro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/SRRgxbJUjOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/rcZ8_Iku0-M/s1600-h/Bizarro.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Which Peanuts character is closest to being you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'd like to say Linus, but it's probably Lucy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265940988571708578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 76px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/SRRhbc_8bKI/AAAAAAAAAWw/U61FMz6nLnA/s320/Lucy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Some say that comic strips have replaced philosophy as a paying job, so to speak. Does this ring true with you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Perhaps, in this "sound bite" culture. I don't know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. What do you think the appeal is for the really long running comic strips like Blondie, Family Circus, Dennis the Menace as some examples? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/SRRhKOa51yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/5ZAAJHICaDM/s1600-h/Dagwood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265940692600477474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/SRRhKOa51yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/5ZAAJHICaDM/s320/Dagwood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh, I could write about archetypes and timeless themes, but it's because they're funny and have become part of the American cultural landscape. I mean, without the Blondie strip, we wouldn't have the Dagwood sandwich!&lt;/span&gt;&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bonus question: Which discontinued comic strip would you like to see back in print?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/SRRg_ZNbuYI/AAAAAAAAAWY/RnZd-R1XWiU/s1600-h/Cathy+ACK!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265940506518206850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 87px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/SRRg_ZNbuYI/AAAAAAAAAWY/RnZd-R1XWiU/s320/Cathy+ACK!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Well, it's not discontinued, but I was furious when my local paper stopped printing Cathy- and right before her and Irving's wedding! ACK!!&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/34916748-7615929358261608738?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/7615929358261608738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=7615929358261608738' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/7615929358261608738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/7615929358261608738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/11/friday-five-funny-papers.html' title='Friday Five: Funny Papers'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/SRRhTUi9irI/AAAAAAAAAWo/tamPi3OMQmI/s72-c/familycircus1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-5558804511952900284</id><published>2008-11-04T18:07:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T18:32:08.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Ready to Party!</title><content type='html'>My son is decorating our entire house with Obama...we have Obama forks, Obama napkins, Obama pepper shaker and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264959971264676370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/SRDlMuvhwhI/AAAAAAAAAWI/n9jIKc3M3fU/s400/DSCN0618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure if&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;should be proud or disturbed! I *do* hope that we get to pop open that champagne tonight! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ETA: My 5 year old daughter just informed me that she likes, "Mr. McCain." So, my son made her a McCain napkin. We respect a variety of political views in our household! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-5558804511952900284?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/5558804511952900284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=5558804511952900284' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/5558804511952900284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/5558804511952900284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/11/getting-ready-to-party.html' title='Getting Ready to Party!'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/SRDlMuvhwhI/AAAAAAAAAWI/n9jIKc3M3fU/s72-c/DSCN0618.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-497937457708833130</id><published>2008-11-02T21:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:38:39.148-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, Better This Sunday Than Next....</title><content type='html'>It was bound to happen at some point. I suppose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was standing at the communion table with the bread in my hands- lovely, beautiful bread made from the special communion bread recipe of a dearly departed saint of this congregation.  I was holding this bread up...and I forgot the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot the words of institution, y'all!  How many times have I done this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did collect myself, finally, after about five really long seconds.  Long enough that it was pretty obvious I had forgotten the words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's hoping I don't have a similar brain fart next Sunday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-497937457708833130?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/497937457708833130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=497937457708833130' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/497937457708833130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/497937457708833130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/11/well-better-this-sunday-than-next.html' title='Well, Better This Sunday Than Next....'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-401796979947785987</id><published>2008-10-29T21:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T22:15:29.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Finally Dishing....</title><content type='html'>I have wanted to post so many times in the past couple of weeks, but have been prevented by traveling, a visit from family and, mostly, fatigue. Also, I am just overwhelmed (mostly in a good way) by all that has happened and all that is ahead of me and my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I did promise....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Tuesday afternoon, October 14, I was to preparing myself to meet the committee for dinner and some conversation. It was the second "date" and I had an inkling that an offer was forthcoming because certain people had dropped some pretty big hints. In thinking about it all, my heart began to beat fast and my breathing became shallow. I guess this may be what a panic attack feels like? I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, old "tapes" began to play in my head. I particularly heard the voice of my Head of Staff in my first call who had said things like, "Iris, you present well, but you don't wear well," and "I really wanted a colleague, but Iris needed a boss." I hadn't thought of these comments in quite some time, but there they were. Right when I was on the cusp of perhaps being offered the call I had been hoping and praying for, I was racked by self-doubt. Thank God for my pastor girlfriend here in my area and my beloved former colleague (with whom I worked after I left my first call who told me I wore very well, thank you very much.) They each gave me the needed pep talk, prayed with me and I was able to calm down enough to prepare my mind and heart and my hair, make-up and clothing for the interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The site for the interview was changed at the last minute because the committee member whose home we were going to be was ill. So, it ended up being held at another church in town, which was fine with me, as it was only 5 minutes from my house. We ate pasta and the best cookies I have ever eaten in my life. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we got to business. They had some prepared questions, which I noticed were very nuts and bolts, nitty-gritty kinds of questions, such as "What would your office hours be?" and "What day would you like to have as your day off?" This part didn't really last very long at all, maybe 15 minutes, when the committee chair turned to me and said, "Would you mind leaving us for a few minutes?" I had to pee really bad, so I didn't mind. Although, I was a quite curious as to what was happening. Well, they didn't have much to talk about apparently because the chair was waiting for me in the hallway outside of the bathroom with a big smile on her face. She whispered to me, "I am so happy!" (This is the same woman who over a year ago asked me, "You're going to apply, right?")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked back into the room and the whole committee was all grins as the chair said, "It is unanimous, we would like to extend the call to you to be our pastor." I told them that I was happy to accept and they all cheered! Comments started flying: "Wow, this is quite a process," and "This is such a good match, I can feel it," and (from one of the youth members), "You were my favorite from the beginning." It was exhilarating and humbling, all at the same time. They went on to say that I had had a "higher hill to climb" than the other candidates they considered because they wanted to make very sure that this was truly God's call and that they weren't just taking the easy route by calling the hometown girl. I would say that they and I both had cast rather wide nets in the last year in considering God's call, and I feel very good about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the gushing was over, another of the committee members handed me a piece of paper with their offer for terms of call, otherwise known as the salary package. Friends, it exceeded my expectations. Wow, just wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a done deal yet. I preach for the congregation on November 9 and then they get the opportunity to vote on whether or not I will, indeed, be their pastor. I am struggling with what I will preach. The lectionary passages are full of the "end times" that week and I need more of a "new beginnings" kind of message, I think! Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks all, for your kind words of encouragement through all of this. I'll try not to let 2 weeks pass between postings again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-401796979947785987?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/401796979947785987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=401796979947785987' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/401796979947785987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/401796979947785987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-finally-dishing.html' title='I&apos;m Finally Dishing....'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-811496442322123385</id><published>2008-10-14T22:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T15:55:37.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>They Offered...</title><content type='html'>I accepted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks be God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful for your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(More later, I promise. I'm tuckered.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10/16/08:  Sorry I haven't dished yet. I've had a sore froat and now I am trying to get us packed to go out of town for Fall Break.  I feel happy, blessed and in need of some sleep and fun with the fam.  I'll be back soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-811496442322123385?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/811496442322123385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=811496442322123385' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/811496442322123385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/811496442322123385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/10/they-offered.html' title='They Offered...'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-9148377648408958376</id><published>2008-10-14T11:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T11:27:25.034-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Post on a Tuesday Morning</title><content type='html'>I have written the principal about these things and have been told that she has been counseled to change her behavior.  I hope she does.  Otherwise....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more positive note, I am having dinner with the Pastor Nominating Committee of the church who sent spies tonight!  Thank you all for your prayers and encouragement. Please keep doing it! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-9148377648408958376?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/9148377648408958376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=9148377648408958376' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/9148377648408958376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/9148377648408958376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/10/quick-post-on-tuesday-morning.html' title='Quick Post on a Tuesday Morning'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-2586861241510392047</id><published>2008-10-11T15:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T15:13:56.545-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It Gets Worse...</title><content type='html'>The teacher I wrote about earlier is not my son's primary teacher,  but his class goes over to her classroom for math and science instruction. I have spoken to some others parents the past few days and we are piecing together some comments that our children have said to us lately about this teacher.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to the "devil's birthday comment,"  I have also learned that this teacher:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;has shown an "Adam and Eve" video to both classes,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;took a child aside and asked her, "Do you love Jesus?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;would not let my son write "boo" on a picture he was drawing of some pumpkins,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AND asked her class (not my son's) to journal about where they will go when they die.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Houston, we have a BIG problem here.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-2586861241510392047?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/2586861241510392047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=2586861241510392047' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/2586861241510392047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/2586861241510392047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-gets-worse.html' title='It Gets Worse...'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-6762628125597588436</id><published>2008-10-09T11:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T11:16:27.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Say, What?!?!?</title><content type='html'>So, my second grader comes home yesterday asking me if Halloween is "the devil's birthday?" I say, "No, who told you that?" - thinking that one of his friends said that to him on the playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope...one of his teachers in our very PUBLIC elementary school told her students that they shouldn't celebrate Halloween because, if they do, they are helping the devil celebrate his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my son that if she ever says anything like that again, he has my permission to tell her she is being inappropriate for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm trying to decide if I want to throw one devil of a fit or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-6762628125597588436?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/6762628125597588436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=6762628125597588436' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/6762628125597588436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/6762628125597588436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/10/say-what.html' title='Say, What?!?!?'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-8536950463706053410</id><published>2008-10-05T14:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T15:04:32.769-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Musings</title><content type='html'>I have really been an uninspired blogger lately, but I am doing well and have lots on my plate right now. I'm basking in the afterglow of a truly wonderful World Communion service where we served six different kinds of bread, including banana bread- yum! If I had permission, I would post the lovely liturgy one of our elders wrote for the presentation of the breads. She told me I could stick it in my files and use it whenever I wanted, and I most definitely will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm hanging out in my office as I wait for the church picnic to begin in a few hours. I live 45 minutes away, so it's silly to go home. I'll catch a nap, perhaps watch a movie on my computer from netflix, eat some of this bread that's sitting on my desk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are moving along with the church that sent spies. I have a second interview with them a week from Tuesday, which will be a dinner at a pastor nominating committee member's home. They are checking my references and Committee on Ministry wants to meet with me to discuss whether this would be a good match or not. I don't have to truly be "examined" by COM because I'm already a member of this Presbytery. Also, they aren't making me do a neutral pulpit, for which I am grateful. Most of the members heard me preach a year ago when I did pulpit supply and those who didn't came as spies last July!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The COM moderator told me on Friday that I should know one way or another within two weeks. Whee! It'll be good to know- either to tie up loose ends here and prepare for this new ministry or to regroup and refocus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you this fine World Communion Sunday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA: Any of y'all going to the RevGal BE2?  I haven't registered yet, but I'm planning on going...and I'll need a roomie! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-8536950463706053410?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/8536950463706053410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=8536950463706053410' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/8536950463706053410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/8536950463706053410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/10/sunday-musings.html' title='Sunday Musings'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-1380672999849660949</id><published>2008-09-29T16:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T17:04:39.880-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><title type='text'>I Got Tagged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wyomkim.blogspot.com/"&gt;RevKim&lt;/a&gt; tagged me for this meme of six unspectacular things about me. Oh, how to choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have ten fingers and ten toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My vote in the presidential election is not going to matter one iota because of where I live. But I'll vote anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My favorite color is blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I would dearly love to live in a place where I didn't need to have a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I hate, I hate, I hate school fundraisers.  Children selling cheap-assed crap because schools aren't funded adequately just plain sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Autumn is my favorite season. I'll be glad when it hits here- it's still summer here at 86 degrees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to break rule #4 below, I'm too tuckered to tag anyone right now. Play if you like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meme Terms and Conditions&lt;br /&gt;1. Link to the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;2. Mention the rules on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;3. List six unspectacular things about you.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag six other bloggers by linking to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-1380672999849660949?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/1380672999849660949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=1380672999849660949' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/1380672999849660949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/1380672999849660949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-got-tagged.html' title='I Got Tagged!'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-4694537274189038868</id><published>2008-09-23T17:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T17:37:54.869-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Super Self-Absorbed Post Below</title><content type='html'>No time to post in any substantive way...I just wanted to say "happy 2nd blogoversary" to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still can't believe I have a blog!  I love all my blogging buddies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-4694537274189038868?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/4694537274189038868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=4694537274189038868' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/4694537274189038868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/4694537274189038868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/09/super-self-absorbed-post-below.html' title='A Super Self-Absorbed Post Below'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-5251646141844382921</id><published>2008-09-16T10:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T20:36:55.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight's the Night</title><content type='html'>No, I'm not talking about the creepy Rod Stewart song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I finally have my interview with the Pastor Nominating Committee that sent spies. Please pray for this ever-unfolding process of discernment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA:  It is 8:29 pm and I'm home now. Boy, oh,  boy, did the interview go well! The hour and a half flew! I love that their very first question was, "So, how do you take care of yourself?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooooh....I believe that this could be a very good match.  We'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, I greatly enjoyed my time with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-5251646141844382921?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/5251646141844382921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=5251646141844382921' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/5251646141844382921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/5251646141844382921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/09/tonights-night.html' title='Tonight&apos;s the Night'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-3770495779230457130</id><published>2008-09-11T21:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T21:19:21.882-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Singing This Song All Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Ec1M5ZjolRQ' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Ec1M5ZjolRQ'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess I needed to remember that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-3770495779230457130?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/3770495779230457130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=3770495779230457130' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/3770495779230457130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/3770495779230457130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-been-singing-this-song-all-day.html' title='I&amp;#39;ve Been Singing This Song All Day...'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-2391745204091315087</id><published>2008-09-09T21:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T10:07:24.679-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Bullets</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the nearly two years I have been blogging, I've gained a new gauge for measuring how I'm feeling by the frequency of my postings. When I'm depressed and/or seriously stressed, I don't blog. It's just another way I have to withdraw and not receive the support and love I know is out there. Why do I do that? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yesterday I began year two of spiritual director training- the Ignatius (or "Iggy") year. I'm coming back to the program after a year off because last year at this time, I thought I was going to do hospice chaplaincy for awhile. Stupid hospice.... I am excited about the discipline of the Iggy year and meeting again with my spiritual director.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Next Tuesday, I am finally going to have an actual interview with the Pastor Nominating Committee (PNC) that sent spies to hear me preach several weeks ago. I'll keep y'all posted.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Knowing that that particular church may not be my call, I have also been in contact with some other PNC's across the country. Two weeks ago I had a fantastic phone interview with a PNC. I got off the phone feeling energized, yet I have dragged my feet on sending them the sermon tape they requested. I still haven't. Part of it, I know, is that I really, really want the call here. Part of it is that I've been depressed, and also because hubby and I have been stressed out and fighting- a lot. I'm not sure if moving futher east (where this church is), when the support of our families is out west, would be the right thing to do right now. So, I have a "please take me out of consideration" e-mail ready to send, but I haven't yet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our Presbytery just received a favorable ruling on a case that has been on-going for 2 years concerning the property of a congregation that has left the denomination. I am grateful for the ruling, as I truly believe it to be the right and fair decision. My heart still breaks because there are no winners, only broken relationships and resources diverted from ministry. May God bring healing to both sides.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-2391745204091315087?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/2391745204091315087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=2391745204091315087' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/2391745204091315087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/2391745204091315087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/09/tuesday-bullets.html' title='Tuesday Bullets'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-8792430016809924732</id><published>2008-09-01T15:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T15:45:21.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It Never Fails...</title><content type='html'>Why is that when I run into old boyfriends out of the blue, I always look like &lt;em&gt;ass&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just askin'...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-8792430016809924732?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/8792430016809924732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=8792430016809924732' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/8792430016809924732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/8792430016809924732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-never-fails.html' title='It Never Fails...'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-5093948055294546856</id><published>2008-08-27T10:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T16:36:12.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't really have anything to say, but I wanted to get that creepy inflatable Jesus off the top of my page!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is my birthday, though I don't really feel like celebrating. I feel like sleeping. Actually, I really want to be away from it all, hiking in my favorite Wyoming mountain range- here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239224869466159618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/SLV3QprsOgI/AAAAAAAAAQs/uEQddybu6Ao/s320/wind-river.jpg" border="0" /&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/34916748-5093948055294546856?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/5093948055294546856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=5093948055294546856' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/5093948055294546856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/5093948055294546856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-have-dont-really-have-anything-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/SLV3QprsOgI/AAAAAAAAAQs/uEQddybu6Ao/s72-c/wind-river.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-4314553654213048147</id><published>2008-08-24T16:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T16:52:23.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Inflatable Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/SLHSHKX-wfI/AAAAAAAAAQM/wWyp4ZyLCac/s1600-h/DSCN0526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238198862094451186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/SLHSHKX-wfI/AAAAAAAAAQM/wWyp4ZyLCac/s400/DSCN0526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I saw this out of the corner of my eye as we were driving home from church and I made my husband exit off the highway so we could go see it.  He sighed and said, "You want to take a picture of it for your blog, don't you?"  Hee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At first I thought it was a Jesus "jupiter jump" for kids. That would have been just too much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You can see the hot air balloon in the background; it has a giant cross on it. Turns out this church doesn't have a building, but it's got a hot air balloon! They use the balloon as an evangelism tool. They get it out and see who stops by. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hey, we did.&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/34916748-4314553654213048147?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/4314553654213048147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=4314553654213048147' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/4314553654213048147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/4314553654213048147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/08/inflatable-jesus.html' title='Inflatable Jesus'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/SLHSHKX-wfI/AAAAAAAAAQM/wWyp4ZyLCac/s72-c/DSCN0526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-8145545267148678099</id><published>2008-08-19T23:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T00:56:36.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day Back in the Office...</title><content type='html'>I had an odd experience today, my first day back in the office since I've been back from vacation. (Yesterday was a Presbytery Council meeting- snooze-a-rama...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman in my congregation called this morning and asked me if she could come visit me "right now." When she arrived, she told me that her daughter, who lives in another state needed some parenting advice. She then took out her cell phone, which didn't phase me because this woman is always multi-tasking, checking text messages, etc. I didn't realize that she was calling someone until I heard her begin to talk to her daughter saying, "Hi, sweetie. Here, talk to Pastor Iris, she has some advice for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okey-dokey... I just looked at the phone that had been put in my hand for a second. I couldn't say, while she had her there on the phone waiting, "no, I won't talk to her," could I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so awkward- "um....okay... Hi, I'm Iris, your mom's pastor....I've never met you, but can I give you advice about your child?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it was a little better than that, but I was very uncomfortable with the situation. The call was short, as I am not a child psychologist and &lt;em&gt;I did not know her! &lt;/em&gt;I encouraged her to seek out professional assistance in her area and I prayed with her before hanging up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what to say after the phone conversation was over. This woman was so happy that I had encouraged her daughter, so I just gave her the name of a church and pastor I knew in her daughter's town to pass along to her daughter, as she is not connected to any congregation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have offered pastoral care on many occasions to people I have barely met, especially as a chaplain. But, having this woman thrust her cell phone into my hand was just weird. And she was quick with that cell phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anybody else had anything like that happen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-8145545267148678099?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/8145545267148678099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=8145545267148678099' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/8145545267148678099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/8145545267148678099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day-back-in-office.html' title='First Day Back in the Office...'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-5661705822130622176</id><published>2008-07-30T17:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:50:05.931-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for some R&amp;R</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/SJDwg1UicVI/AAAAAAAAAQE/CJQE1NQj8-8/s1600-h/vacation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228943614236848466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/SJDwg1UicVI/AAAAAAAAAQE/CJQE1NQj8-8/s400/vacation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;'nuff said...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&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/34916748-5661705822130622176?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/5661705822130622176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=5661705822130622176' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/5661705822130622176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/5661705822130622176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/07/time-for-some-r.html' title='Time for some R&amp;R'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/SJDwg1UicVI/AAAAAAAAAQE/CJQE1NQj8-8/s72-c/vacation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-5164288408828706022</id><published>2008-07-28T19:25:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:50:06.114-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanted: Miracle Worker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/SI5nNslY5HI/AAAAAAAAAP8/DG_Ldk-gQWc/s1600-h/housework-is-evil-posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228229702427665522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/SI5nNslY5HI/AAAAAAAAAP8/DG_Ldk-gQWc/s200/housework-is-evil-posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Position Description: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;clean and organize my home while I am away on vacation next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Qualifications:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;have the ability to think exactly like me (in order to know what I would and would not throw out as well as to put things where I won't have to go searching for them later.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;be &lt;em&gt;extremely&lt;/em&gt; non-judgemental.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One can dream...one can dream...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-5164288408828706022?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/5164288408828706022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=5164288408828706022' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/5164288408828706022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/5164288408828706022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/07/wanted-miracle-worker.html' title='Wanted: Miracle Worker'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/SI5nNslY5HI/AAAAAAAAAP8/DG_Ldk-gQWc/s72-c/housework-is-evil-posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-462178147979980453</id><published>2008-07-20T18:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T19:16:17.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spies</title><content type='html'>I had visitors in worship today- two members from the Pastor Nominating Committee for &lt;a href="http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2007/09/ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;congregation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't yet had an actual interview with this PNC, but they have viewed a sermon DVD, have had me submit answers to supplemental questions and now have sent "spies" to hear me preach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take that as a good sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They gave me less than 24 hour notice that they were coming, though. I was a little freaked yesterday, but the sermon went well. Not a home run, but a base hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hymn went over very well. I'm glad I chose to use it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-462178147979980453?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/462178147979980453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=462178147979980453' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/462178147979980453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/462178147979980453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/07/spies.html' title='Spies'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-7009296654730345334</id><published>2008-07-18T10:48:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:50:06.277-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Five'/><title type='text'>Friday Five: What's In a Name?</title><content type='html'>1. So how did you come up with your blogging name? And/or the name of your blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I have written about this here before, but you may not have memorized everything I've written ! :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Iris &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;from my childhood. You see, when I was about 3 years old, I used to tell people that my name was Iris. My parents don't know where I heard the name, but I guess I fell in love with it and wanted it to be my name. My mom tells me that I would only answer "Iris" when asked, "What is your name?" However, I would answer with my real name whenever I was asked "Who are you?" So, I knew who I was, but my name was Iris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Growing Where I'm Planted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;is taken from what my mom used to say to me growing up when I was feeling restless, which was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;all. the. time. She would say, "Iris, you need to just grow where you're planted." I would get kind of irritated when she would say that to me because my parents transplanted me so many times when I was young (over twenty times before I was ten years old.) I always felt so unrooted and ungrounded. It wasn't until I sensed the call to be a pastor when I was sixteen years old that I felt finally rooted and grounded in a love that had given me purpose and wholeness for my life. Then, I began to believe that I could take my mom's advice to "grow where I'm planted."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm still restless as hell, though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.Are there any code names or secret identities in your blog? Any stories there? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No, I haven't really used any code names in my blog. I've toyed around with some blog names for my kids and husband, but nothing has stuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. What are some blog titles that you just love? For their cleverness, drama, or sheer, crazy fun? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I love Amy's blog title of &lt;a href="http://www.storiesfromtheredtent.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Stories From the Red Tent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; because I love that book and it makes me think of women truly being in deep, sisterly relationship with one another. I also love the sense of hospitality I get from Mrs. M.'s blog name of &lt;a href="http://www.thekitchendoor.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Kitchen Door &lt;/a&gt;with the subtitle "is always open." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.What three blogs are you devoted to? Other than the RevGalBlogPals blog of course! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Just three? Just can't do it. Well, look at my sidebar and you can see to whom I am devoted! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Who introduced you to the world of blogging and why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;If I hadn't read the article about RGBP in "The Christian Century" in September of 2006, I would not be blogger today. Or at least I seriously doubt it. At the time, I thought blogging was only for narcissists or people who like to argue! I didn't realize that it could also be a wonderful way to build friendships and receive and give support. I had been craving this kind of community for a long time, but every time I would google "women pastors," I would come up with sites about pastors' wives or sites arguing against women pastors. I am pretty sure I know who wrote that piece for the CC and I want to thank her from the bottom of my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bonus question: Have you ever met any of your blogging friends? Where are some of the places you've met these fun folks?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I have met Linda from &lt;a href="http://against-a-brick-wall.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Against a Brick Wall&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;on a few occasions. She is a fantastic, crazy-smart woman! I had the wonderful opportunity to meet &lt;a href="http://www.towandsnewwindow.blogspot.com/"&gt;Towanda&lt;/a&gt; last year when I was traveling. Towanda just graduated from the same seminary I did. My husband's family is in the area, so when we were visiting, I took Towanda out for lunch at what was my favorite Chinese restaurant when I was in seminary. Thankfully, it was still good! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Since so many do a "feet" picture for blogger meet-ups, we decided to so a "hands" picture in my sister-in-law's backyard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224397268166307922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/SIDJoqaS8FI/AAAAAAAAAPs/zagRJ3wXfsY/s320/towanda+and+iris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-7009296654730345334?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/7009296654730345334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=7009296654730345334' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/7009296654730345334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/7009296654730345334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/07/firday-five-whats-in-name.html' title='Friday Five: What&apos;s In a Name?'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/SIDJoqaS8FI/AAAAAAAAAPs/zagRJ3wXfsY/s72-c/towanda+and+iris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-298795137321387055</id><published>2008-07-17T14:14:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T18:18:29.935-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parables'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hymns'/><title type='text'>It's Great to Have Files!</title><content type='html'>I took a wonderful class on parables my third year of seminary. My final project for the class was on this week's lectionary Gospel reading, Matthew 13:24-30, the parable of the weeds among the wheat. I had forgotten that I had even written this paper, funny how that happens! I came across my file on this project and it has helped me quite a bit as I prepare to preach this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most delightful discovery in this file was to find a hymn text I had written as part of the project. It is to the tune of "Gather Us In," which is in the Catholic hymnal. I'm a little nervous about it, but I have decided to use it in worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and looking at the first line of the text, I guess I've had the name for my blog in my subconsciousness for a long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inspired by the Parable of the Weeds Among the Wheat &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matthew 13:24-30&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Here in the field, we grow where we're planted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nourished by sunshine, soil and rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Planted with care, our lives have been granted,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Food for the many, the earth to sustain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grow in God's care, our roots will grow deeper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grow in God's care, our plants will grow tall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're not alone; we grow strong together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yielding abundantly for one and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. We have been sown as good seed to prosper,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Growing together to serve in God's name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet all around are weeds in our number,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sown by an enemy, dark night he came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not for us to weed out the other,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not to employ the hoe and the scythe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have been called to love one another,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Extend to others the hope of new life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Hopes may be dashed; our stalks may be broken,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loneliness, sadness, sorrow and shame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here in the field, life words should be spoken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tending the field is the Farmer's domain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grow in God's care, from near to the farthest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grow in God's care, by the truth of the Word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We know not the time, so wait for the harvest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We shall be gathered to dwell with the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ETA: blogger will not let me put spaces between the verses. Sorry if it's hard to read. grrrrr.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-298795137321387055?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/298795137321387055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=298795137321387055' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/298795137321387055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/298795137321387055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-took-wonderful-class-on-parables-my_17.html' title='It&apos;s Great to Have Files!'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-2835163464724290723</id><published>2008-07-14T08:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T09:46:58.196-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging buddies'/><title type='text'>New Gal in the Blogging Neighborhood</title><content type='html'>I have a friend who is just now sticking her cyber toe into the blogging waters! Since you need to have been blogging for at least three months to be admitted into the revgal ring, I thought I'd introduce her to my blogging buddies to get her started! (Man, I'm glad that rule wasn't in place yet when I joined. I'm certain that it would have discouraged me from beginning to blog, but I understand that several new bloggers joined about the same time I did and then petered out.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is blogging under the pseudonym of soonerpastor. Her name reflects where she comes from, not where she currently is serving. She's a lovely young woman, currently serving in her first ordained call and, just like I was nearly two years ago, is craving the supportive community that we enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you please help me welcome &lt;a href="http://www.boomersoonerpastor.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;soonerpastor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to the blogosphere?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-2835163464724290723?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/2835163464724290723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=2835163464724290723' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/2835163464724290723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/2835163464724290723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-gal-in-blogging-neighborhood.html' title='New Gal in the Blogging Neighborhood'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-381988996470576078</id><published>2008-07-04T11:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T11:52:37.690-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>The Big Read</title><content type='html'>I got this over at &lt;a href="http://www.besomami.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Alex's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; place. This is from something called 'The Big Read', from the NEA came up with a list of their top 100 books and they estimate that the average adult has only read 6 of these books. I will highlight the ones I've read. Cut and paste into your blog and let us know which you've read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 &lt;strong&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/strong&gt; - Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;2 &lt;strong&gt;The Lord of the Rings&lt;/strong&gt; - JRR Tolkien&lt;br /&gt;3 &lt;strong&gt;Jane Eyre&lt;/strong&gt; - Charlotte Bronte&lt;br /&gt;4 &lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter series&lt;/strong&gt; - JK Rowling&lt;br /&gt;5 &lt;strong&gt;To Kill a Mockingbird&lt;/strong&gt; - Harper Lee&lt;br /&gt;6 &lt;strong&gt;The Bible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte&lt;br /&gt;8 &lt;strong&gt;Nineteen Eighty Four&lt;/strong&gt; - George Orwell&lt;br /&gt;9 His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman&lt;br /&gt;10 &lt;strong&gt;Great Expectations&lt;/strong&gt; - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;11 &lt;strong&gt;Little Women&lt;/strong&gt; - Louisa M Alcott&lt;br /&gt;12 Tess of the D’Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;13 &lt;strong&gt;Catch 22&lt;/strong&gt; - Joseph Heller&lt;br /&gt;14 Complete Works of Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;15 Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier&lt;br /&gt;16 &lt;strong&gt;The Hobbit&lt;/strong&gt; - JRR Tolkien&lt;br /&gt;17 Birdsong - Sebastian Faulks1&lt;br /&gt;8 &lt;strong&gt;Catcher in the Rye&lt;/strong&gt; - JD Salinger&lt;br /&gt;19 The Time Traveler’s Wife - Audrey Niffenegger&lt;br /&gt;20 Middlemarch - George Eliot&lt;br /&gt;21 Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell&lt;br /&gt;22 &lt;strong&gt;The Great Gatsby&lt;/strong&gt; - F Scott Fitzgerald&lt;br /&gt;23 Bleak House - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;24 War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy&lt;br /&gt;25 &lt;strong&gt;The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy&lt;/strong&gt; - Douglas Adams&lt;br /&gt;26 Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh&lt;br /&gt;27 Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky&lt;br /&gt;28 Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck&lt;br /&gt;29 &lt;strong&gt;Alice in Wonderland&lt;/strong&gt; - Lewis Carroll&lt;br /&gt;30 &lt;strong&gt;The Wind in the Willows&lt;/strong&gt; - Kenneth Grahame&lt;br /&gt;31 Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy&lt;br /&gt;32 David Copperfield - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;33 &lt;strong&gt;Chronicles of Narnia&lt;/strong&gt; - CS Lewis&lt;br /&gt;34 &lt;strong&gt;Emma&lt;/strong&gt; - Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;35 Persuasion - Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;36 &lt;strong&gt;The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe&lt;/strong&gt; - CS Lewis&lt;br /&gt;37 &lt;strong&gt;The Kite Runner&lt;/strong&gt; - Khaled Hosseini&lt;br /&gt;38 Captain Corelli’s Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres&lt;br /&gt;39 &lt;strong&gt;Memoirs of a Geisha&lt;/strong&gt; - Arthur Golden&lt;br /&gt;40 Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne&lt;br /&gt;41 &lt;strong&gt;Animal Farm&lt;/strong&gt; - George Orwell&lt;br /&gt;42 &lt;strong&gt;The Da Vinci Code&lt;/strong&gt; - Dan Brown&lt;br /&gt;43 One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;br /&gt;44 A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving&lt;br /&gt;45 The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins&lt;br /&gt;46 &lt;strong&gt;Anne of Green Gables&lt;/strong&gt; - LM Montgomery&lt;br /&gt;47 Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;48 &lt;strong&gt;The Handmaid’s Tale&lt;/strong&gt; - Margaret Atwood&lt;br /&gt;49 &lt;strong&gt;Lord of the Flies&lt;/strong&gt; - William Golding&lt;br /&gt;50 Atonement - Ian McEwan&lt;br /&gt;51 &lt;strong&gt;Life of Pi&lt;/strong&gt; - Yann Martel&lt;br /&gt;52 Dune - Frank Herbert&lt;br /&gt;53 Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons&lt;br /&gt;54 &lt;strong&gt;Sense and Sensibility&lt;/strong&gt; - Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;55 A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth&lt;br /&gt;56 The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon&lt;br /&gt;57 A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;58 &lt;strong&gt;Brave New World&lt;/strong&gt; - Aldous Huxley&lt;br /&gt;59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon&lt;br /&gt;60 Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;br /&gt;61 &lt;strong&gt;Of Mice and Men&lt;/strong&gt; - John Steinbeck&lt;br /&gt;62 Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov&lt;br /&gt;63 The Secret History - Donna Tartt&lt;br /&gt;64 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold&lt;br /&gt;65 Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas&lt;br /&gt;66 On The Road - Jack Kerouac&lt;br /&gt;67 Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;68 &lt;strong&gt;Bridget Jones’s Diary&lt;/strong&gt; - Helen Fielding&lt;br /&gt;69 Midnight’s Children - Salman Rushdie&lt;br /&gt;70 Moby Dick - Herman Melville&lt;br /&gt;71 Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;72 &lt;strong&gt;Dracula&lt;/strong&gt; - Bram Stoker&lt;br /&gt;73 &lt;strong&gt;The Secret Garden&lt;/strong&gt; - Frances Hodgson Burnett&lt;br /&gt;74 Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson&lt;br /&gt;75 Ulysses - James Joyce&lt;br /&gt;76 The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath&lt;br /&gt;77 Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome&lt;br /&gt;78 Germinal - Emile Zola&lt;br /&gt;79 Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray&lt;br /&gt;80 Possession - AS Byatt&lt;br /&gt;81 &lt;strong&gt;A Christmas Carol&lt;/strong&gt; - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;82 Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell&lt;br /&gt;83 &lt;strong&gt;The Color Purple&lt;/strong&gt; - Alice Walker&lt;br /&gt;84 &lt;strong&gt;The Remains of the Day&lt;/strong&gt; - Kazuo Ishiguro&lt;br /&gt;85 &lt;strong&gt;Madame Bovary&lt;/strong&gt; - Gustave Flaubert&lt;br /&gt;86 A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry&lt;br /&gt;87 &lt;strong&gt;Charlotte’s Web&lt;/strong&gt; - EB White&lt;br /&gt;88 &lt;strong&gt;The Five People You Meet In Heaven&lt;/strong&gt; - Mitch Albom&lt;br /&gt;89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle&lt;br /&gt;90 The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton&lt;br /&gt;91 Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad&lt;br /&gt;92 &lt;strong&gt;The Little Prince&lt;/strong&gt; - Antoine De Saint-Exupery&lt;br /&gt;93 The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks&lt;br /&gt;94 Watership Down - Richard Adams&lt;br /&gt;95 A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole&lt;br /&gt;96 A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute&lt;br /&gt;97 &lt;strong&gt;The Three Musketeers&lt;/strong&gt; - Alexandre Dumas&lt;br /&gt;98 &lt;strong&gt;Hamlet&lt;/strong&gt; - William Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;99 &lt;strong&gt;Charlie and the Chocolate Factory&lt;/strong&gt; - Roald Dahl&lt;br /&gt;100 Les Miserables - Victor Hugo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read 43 of these- not bad. I'm a little sheepish about a few of them that I haven't read, but I just haven't been able to get beyond chapter one of several of them, including Moby Dick and Tess of the D'Urbervilles. Also, I don't think that Mitch Albom book belongs in this company of great books, but that's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, looks like I've got some reading to do. Happy 4th of July everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-381988996470576078?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/381988996470576078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=381988996470576078' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/381988996470576078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/381988996470576078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/07/big-read.html' title='The Big Read'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-147687951578320252</id><published>2008-06-30T15:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T15:48:20.570-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Presbyterian stuff'/><title type='text'>Getting Into the Boat</title><content type='html'>Yesterday doubt and fear was foremost in my mind as I considered what is ahead for the PC(USA.) Much of this fear is coming from a feeling of being very exposed. When I was still serving in a More Light congregation as an Associate, it was a lot easier to trust that when change was on the way there would be a strong support system in place as we navigated these changes together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am serving as an interim in a rural congregation which, like many congregations, is divided theologically and politically. I had to throw out yesterday morning's lesson in my adult class because all they wanted to talk about was what happened at G.A.. This turned into a heated debate, which I had to moderate. I am sure that the same thing happened in church school classess all over the denomination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also feeling exposed as the Moderator of our Presbytery's Committee on Preparation for Ministry. By and large, I do not have a friendly committee to LGBT folks. So, it will be interesting as we implement G.A.'s direction to not lift up G-6.106b as a "superstandard." Thankfully, G.A.'s actions give me a firm place on which to stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have been praying and thinking today, the words of our newly elected Stated Clerk, Gradye Parsons, have been ringing in my ears: "Get in the boat. Go across the lake. There will be a storm. You will not die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm in the boat. Really, I am. The Spirit is blowing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-147687951578320252?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/147687951578320252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=147687951578320252' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/147687951578320252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/147687951578320252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/06/getting-into-boat.html' title='Getting Into the Boat'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-1197697378414694354</id><published>2008-06-29T15:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T16:04:02.850-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Presbyterian stuff'/><title type='text'>Rambling Thoughts After General Assembly</title><content type='html'>I am filled with an equal measure of excitement and apprehension following the actions of the General Assembly of the PC(USA.)  Things are moving and shaking much, much sooner than I had anticipated it would in regard to justice and equality in ordination standards and I believe that the one doing the moving and the shaking is none other than the Holy Spirit.  Still, I am anxious as to what is ahead of us as a denomination and do not feel like it is time to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the blame for my hesitancy I place squarely on the Peace, Unity and Purity (PUP) Task Force, those scoundrels who taught me too well by their Godly example of how to be in community with both those who agree and those who disagree with me.  Through their example and through their Spirit-filled report, my heart was changed toward those who disagree with me, particularly on questions of ordination.  I was especially convicted in their discussion on allowing that those who disagree with me have come to their places of understanding in as earnest and faithful way as I have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is difficult for me, being one whose mind and heart has changed dramatically in the last twelve or so years. I catch myself at times being incredulous that everyone can't see what is so clear to me now.  This is, of course, an arrogant and sinful attitude and exactly what the PUP report was asking the Church to work on together in order to move beyond our "positions" and see one another as sisters and brothers in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am feeling torn between cautious optimism that we may soon rectify what I believe to be a grave injustice to our LGBT brothers and sisters and really and truly feeling the pain of those who believe that the church (small "c") is moving away from them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it anathema to say that I wonder if this is the right time?  Are we doing more harm than good right now?  I know, it is easy for me to ask such questions because my ordination has never been called into question.  I also know that I have a tendency to want to avoid pain and, man, I think we're in for a painful year in the PC(USA.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what my vote is going to be when it is time for my Presbytery to vote on this issue: "Yes, yes, a million times, yes!  Take that language out of our Book of Order!"  But I don't know that my heart will be rejoicing when I do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the Spirit lead us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-1197697378414694354?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/1197697378414694354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=1197697378414694354' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/1197697378414694354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/1197697378414694354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/06/rambling-thoughts-after-general.html' title='Rambling Thoughts After General Assembly'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-2377799403013355294</id><published>2008-06-22T00:04:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:50:06.520-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Presbyterian stuff'/><title type='text'>Woot! Woot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/SF3eqb6ufdI/AAAAAAAAAPc/jdY85jSTbF0/s1600-h/Bruce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214568764194848210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/SF3eqb6ufdI/AAAAAAAAAPc/jdY85jSTbF0/s320/Bruce.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am one happy Presbyterian right now! Bruce Reyes-Chow, pastor of &lt;a href="http://www.missionbaycc.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mission Bay Community Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in San Francisco was elected tonight as Moderator of General Assembly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, I have been watching the live streaming of G.A. online. I'm officially a geek! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am encouraged by this choice and pray for him in his ministry in this role for the next two years. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-2377799403013355294?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/2377799403013355294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=2377799403013355294' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/2377799403013355294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/2377799403013355294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/06/woot-woot.html' title='Woot! Woot!'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/SF3eqb6ufdI/AAAAAAAAAPc/jdY85jSTbF0/s72-c/Bruce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-7531336695238360935</id><published>2008-06-20T10:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T10:19:40.646-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Five'/><title type='text'>A Word Association Friday Five</title><content type='html'>Singing Owl says: I am feeling like playing hooky, and I'm putting off sermon prep till tomorrow. It is a beautiful, sunny day at my place. So come on outside and let's play a summer Friday Five!This post is loosely based on previous "wordy" Friday Fives from Reverend Mother and Songbird. I liked the results, and so we are doing another word association . Theirs were based on words from a lectionary text. Mine comes from the Lovin' Spoonful song, "Summer in the City."Think summer......are you there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below you will find five words or phrases. Tell us the first thing you think of on reading each one. Your response might be simply another word, or it might be a sentence, a poem, a memory, a recipe, or a story. You get the idea:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answers are kind of boring, but I wrote the first thing that came into my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. rooftop: reindeer- I guess I'm ready for winter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. gritty: nitty gritty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. hot town (yeah, I know, it's two words): "Summer in the City"  Was there another answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. night: Night life- of which I've had precious little of in recent years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. dance: my daughter- who dances around everywhere!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-7531336695238360935?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/7531336695238360935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=7531336695238360935' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/7531336695238360935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/7531336695238360935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/06/word-association-friday-five.html' title='A Word Association Friday Five'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-6745225139973626338</id><published>2008-06-18T20:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T20:13:48.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Song Does Not Reflect My Feelings For Any of You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/NVky7hwuebU' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/NVky7hwuebU'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My husbanad and I went to see Aimee Mann in concert the other night, which was fantastic. She is such a wonderful alternative to the overproduced crap that is out there. We had a great time, especially considering we hadn't been out for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy, David Ford, was her opening act. He's a singer-songwriter from England who sings mostly angsty (is that a word?) and dark songs. We had to laugh when about four songs into his set he announced, "Now, I'm going to sing a sad song."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attached video is the song he opened with and, well, I've never been told to "go to hell" so exquisitely.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-6745225139973626338?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/6745225139973626338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=6745225139973626338' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/6745225139973626338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/6745225139973626338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-song-does-not-reflect-my-feelings.html' title='This Song Does Not Reflect My Feelings For Any of You...'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-3830603273454567180</id><published>2008-06-09T19:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T19:56:00.706-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.pastoretteponderings.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Singing Owl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tagged me for this meme, so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules: The rules of the game get posted at the beginning. Each player answers the questions/statements about himself or herself. At the end of the post, the player then tags five people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know they’ve been tagged and asking them to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years ago:&lt;br /&gt;In June 1998, I was living in a small town in Missouri working as an Associate Pastor in a church of another denomination. One does not need an MDiv in this particular denomination.  I didn't yet know that I was a Presbyterian at heart, but I did know that I no longer belonged in that denomination, as I had decided not to seek ordination by that body.  By this time, I had already submitted my resignation to the church and was looking ahead to my August wedding, moving to Denver and beginning seminary that Fall.  From there &lt;em&gt;everything &lt;/em&gt;changed. Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things on today's "to do" list:&lt;br /&gt;bulletin&lt;br /&gt;laundry&lt;br /&gt;sit and do nothing for at least 10 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;sign grant applications on behalf of some inquirers and candidates&lt;br /&gt;research c-pap masks- I am desperate for one that I will actually use!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I'd do if I was a billionaire:&lt;br /&gt;pay off debt!&lt;br /&gt;buy my Mom a house&lt;br /&gt;set up an educational fund for my kids&lt;br /&gt;pay-off my Presbytery's court costs (property issues from a large church leaving the denomination- ugh!)&lt;br /&gt;do all I could to bring an end to human trafficking&lt;br /&gt;support mission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three bad habits:&lt;br /&gt;chewing my hair&lt;br /&gt;procrastination&lt;br /&gt;throwing clothes on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five places I've lived:&lt;br /&gt;Wyoming&lt;br /&gt;Indiana&lt;br /&gt;Texas&lt;br /&gt;New Mexico&lt;br /&gt;Budapest, Hungary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five jobs I've had:&lt;br /&gt;birthday party clown (not anywhere near as fun as it might sound)&lt;br /&gt;car-hop&lt;br /&gt;waitress&lt;br /&gt;English teacher&lt;br /&gt;physical therapist's assistant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, I tag PK, grace-thing, RevKim, Lutheran Mom, and Mags&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-3830603273454567180?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/3830603273454567180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=3830603273454567180' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/3830603273454567180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/3830603273454567180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/06/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-1281260040596616953</id><published>2008-06-06T22:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:50:06.812-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>A Perfect Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/SEoEJmHurUI/AAAAAAAAAPU/euOvfOc_I2k/s1600-h/DSCN0412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208980481905700162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/SEoEJmHurUI/AAAAAAAAAPU/euOvfOc_I2k/s400/DSCN0412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We did not move from this swimming hole for over three hours- and we had the time of our lives!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It had been so long since I had last lost track of time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What a beautiful day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-1281260040596616953?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/1281260040596616953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=1281260040596616953' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/1281260040596616953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/1281260040596616953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/06/perfect-friday.html' title='A Perfect Friday'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/SEoEJmHurUI/AAAAAAAAAPU/euOvfOc_I2k/s72-c/DSCN0412.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-4442195157903211142</id><published>2008-06-03T22:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:50:07.673-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Primary Over! (Projected)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/SEYOsoPW7ZI/AAAAAAAAAPE/W9l_ASjDK3A/s1600-h/0306_mandb_460x276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207866178979425682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/SEYOsoPW7ZI/AAAAAAAAAPE/W9l_ASjDK3A/s320/0306_mandb_460x276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obama said tonight, "What you won't hear from this campaign or this party is the kind of politics that uses religion as a wedge, and patriotism as a bludgeon..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, we can? Oh, I hope and pray so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-4442195157903211142?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/4442195157903211142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=4442195157903211142' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/4442195157903211142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/4442195157903211142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/06/primary-over-projected.html' title='Primary Over! (Projected)'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/SEYOsoPW7ZI/AAAAAAAAAPE/W9l_ASjDK3A/s72-c/0306_mandb_460x276.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-3201354071354376270</id><published>2008-06-02T20:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T21:44:55.363-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>On the eve of the final primaries...</title><content type='html'>I don't usually write about politics here, but I've got to tell ya, I am one weary Democrat.  I know I'm not the only one.  I was feeling quite hopeful and full of anticipation back in, say, February.  Now, I just want it over already and pray, pray, pray that tomorrow will be the day when we can &lt;em&gt;finally &lt;/em&gt;say that we have an official nominee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listen to a lot of NPR as I drive the 44 miles each way from my house to my church.  Of course, today was full of talk about this past weekend with the rules committee and what tomorrow's primaries will hold.  On the Diane Rehm show this morning, they spent quite a bit of time talking about the bitter disappointment of many Clinton supporters, especially "feminist" and "progressive" women, as it becomes more and more apparent that she will not be the nominee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting to me how little attention has been paid to women who would also self-identify as "feminist" and "progressive" who are Obama supporters.  It's also interesting to me how many RevGals I've noticed who are Obama supporters.   I am one of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that all we've seen in the media about female supporters of Obama is "Obama Girl." As much as I get a kick out of Obama Girl,  I do not "have a crush on Obama."  I actually think he's kind of dorky looking, but I believe that he's our best chance right now to have someone in the White House who in concerned about peacemaking and justice for all people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*End of political commentary*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-3201354071354376270?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/3201354071354376270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=3201354071354376270' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/3201354071354376270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/3201354071354376270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/06/on-eve-of-final-primaries.html' title='On the eve of the final primaries...'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-8725252882072204044</id><published>2008-05-31T21:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T21:46:51.893-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><title type='text'>Two Things Meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.revhipchick.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RevHipChick &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tagged me for this meme tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two names you go by:&lt;br /&gt;1) Mama&lt;br /&gt;2) another name, similar to "Iris"  (but I'm not telling here, at least not yet...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you are wearing right now:&lt;br /&gt;1) a really ugly, but oh so comfortable, sundress&lt;br /&gt;2) um, underwear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of your favorite things:&lt;br /&gt;1) the laughter of my children&lt;br /&gt;2) chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you want very badly at the moment:&lt;br /&gt;1) to know which 300 words to shave from my sermon&lt;br /&gt;2) to lose about 50 pounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two favorite pets you have or had:&lt;br /&gt;Shadow and Emmy- my kitty cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two people you hope will fill this out:&lt;br /&gt;anyone who wants to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you did last night:&lt;br /&gt;1) I saw the "Sex and the City" movie last night. It was very satisfying for this fan! &lt;br /&gt;2) I put drano down my bathtub drain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you ate last night:&lt;br /&gt;1) vegetarian BLT (made with smoked tempeh)&lt;br /&gt;2) chocolate covered raisins at the movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two people you last talked to:&lt;br /&gt;1) my sister&lt;br /&gt;2) my husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you are doing tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;2) preaching&lt;br /&gt;3) sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 farthest trips taken in the last 5 years:&lt;br /&gt;1) to Virginia in 2004 ( was extended a call to a church out there. I wanted to go, but hubby didn't.)&lt;br /&gt;2) to St. Simon's Island, GA- also in 2004 for the Princeton Youth Ministry Forum. Very fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two favorite holidays:&lt;br /&gt;1) Holy Week- hands down, my favorite time of the year.&lt;br /&gt;2) Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two favorite beverages:&lt;br /&gt;1) good ol' H2O&lt;br /&gt;2) Cabernet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, HipChick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-8725252882072204044?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/8725252882072204044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=8725252882072204044' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/8725252882072204044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/8725252882072204044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/05/two-things-meme.html' title='Two Things Meme'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-7386405052962931010</id><published>2008-05-30T11:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:50:07.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Here</title><content type='html'>I just haven't felt like blogging lately. I'm fine, but have been feeling a bit like a turtle who wants to hide in her shell for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized recently that I had been white-knuckling my way through life for several months and was feeling very depressed. So, for a couple of weeks I took some down time. With the blessing of my General Presbyter and the personnel committee, I only preached and went to essential meetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good thing. I made a list of things that I needed to do for myself that I had been putting off. I replaced the mask for my c-pap machine (for sleep apnea) that broke probably 4 months ago. I visited my doctor who did some blood work- all fine. Spent time with my family. I slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling much better and have dozens of blog posts that I'd like to write. Maybe I'll write a few of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do want to share a few things for which I am thankful today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;our little, cozy home in a great neighborhood&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;that my husband and I are making more of an effort to spend time together- just us&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;the colleagues in my Presbytery who have wrapped me in loving care&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;my son's successful completion of first grade&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;belly laughs with my little girl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;blogging buddies whose writing inspire, challenge and take me out of my life for awhile.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;oh, and my new porch swing I got for Mother's Day! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206212477375216322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/SEAuqhsn-sI/AAAAAAAAAO8/UeIqOW2Nuj0/s320/DSCN0391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-7386405052962931010?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/7386405052962931010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=7386405052962931010' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/7386405052962931010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/7386405052962931010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-here.html' title='I&apos;m Here'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/SEAuqhsn-sI/AAAAAAAAAO8/UeIqOW2Nuj0/s72-c/DSCN0391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-3597086906431613483</id><published>2008-05-10T18:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T18:52:27.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Done</title><content type='html'>With some urging from &lt;a href="http://morecows.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;More Cows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, I decided to call the PNC chair.   I'm so glad that I did because now I don't have to wonder anymore and I can finally feel free to explore other calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what he told me:&lt;br /&gt;The PNC fell in love with both me and the other candidate and just couldn't make up their minds between us.  Then, a pastor in their Presbytery decided to throw his hat into the ring and, well, it is likely that they are going to extend the call to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My intuition tells me that there is more to the story, but that's not my concern, is it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This night before Pentecost, I pray God's blessing on that call and that their ministry together will flourish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-3597086906431613483?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/3597086906431613483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=3597086906431613483' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/3597086906431613483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/3597086906431613483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/05/done.html' title='Done'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-4701247220214256587</id><published>2008-05-03T21:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T22:00:23.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, Something</title><content type='html'>E-mail I received tonight from PNC chair:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dear Pastor Iris,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry that I have not communicated to you lately – we have been very busy in our discernment process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have not yet offered a call, so I would ask a little more patience. We expect to finish this very shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After nearly a month of no contact, I'm not sure what to make of this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-4701247220214256587?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/4701247220214256587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=4701247220214256587' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/4701247220214256587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/4701247220214256587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/05/finally-something.html' title='Finally, Something'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-9157929724515667269</id><published>2008-04-28T21:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T21:29:19.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just in case you were wondering...</title><content type='html'>...I've still heard nothing from the Pastor Nominating Committee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I haven't called them, either.  It's kind of a game now to see how long they intend to keep me dangling. &lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I really don't mean to sound bitter, because I'm not.  Truly, I'm not.  I'm more bemused and bewildered at their behavior. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hardly think about it anymore, especially the past few days since our childcare worker's trial. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is possible to be seriously bummed at same time as having peace-- that's me right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-9157929724515667269?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/9157929724515667269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=9157929724515667269' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/9157929724515667269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/9157929724515667269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-in-case-you-were-wondering.html' title='Just in case you were wondering...'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-2413149372907486772</id><published>2008-04-24T22:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T22:23:42.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Verdict In</title><content type='html'>I guess the jury didn't need much time to convict. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdict: 1st degree murder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentence: life in prison without parole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iris household: heartbroken&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-2413149372907486772?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/2413149372907486772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=2413149372907486772' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/2413149372907486772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/2413149372907486772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/04/verdict-in.html' title='Verdict In'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-2021809398665010096</id><published>2008-04-23T17:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T17:14:02.444-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trial Began</title><content type='html'>The trial for our former childcare worker began today. For those of you who weren't readers last year, you can read about it &lt;a href="http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2007/05/stunned.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2007/05/update.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother of the child who died testified today, which I'm sure was just excruciating for her. I don't think that I will be going to observe; I just don't think I could handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for all involved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-2021809398665010096?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/2021809398665010096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=2021809398665010096' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/2021809398665010096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/2021809398665010096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/04/trial-began.html' title='Trial Began'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-8169229071174429510</id><published>2008-04-21T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T22:00:45.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And Now...</title><content type='html'>...still nothing to report.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-8169229071174429510?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/8169229071174429510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=8169229071174429510' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/8169229071174429510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/8169229071174429510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-now.html' title='And Now...'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-6753344655819317005</id><published>2008-04-18T20:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T21:28:01.305-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discernment'/><title type='text'>And.....................Nothin'</title><content type='html'>It's almost 9:30 pm on Friday night and still I've heard zilch.  At this point, I'm playing all kinds of scenarios out in my mind, such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) They are taking a week for discernment before they extend a call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) They've already extended the call to the other person, but she (I know it's a she) is needing some time to decide. So, they haven't called me ,"just in case."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) They've already extended the call to the other person and they forgot to include the kiss-off letter with the check reimbursing me for my airfare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) They're big jerks who have no intention of calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didn't seem like big jerks to me, so #4 is out.  #1 could be the case, but wouldn't they have at least dropped a quick line to both of us to that effect?  Maybe, maybe not. My hunch is that #2 is what's happening.  I know, I know....I can't know for sure and this speculating is only serving to drive me out of my mind.  There is lots going on that I'll never ever know about and God is in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I do need to think about how I would respond should they call me in the coming days offering me the position.  Do I ask if I was their second choice?  Could I be okay with that if that were the case? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I think that I am about over it all.  I never have had that sense of confirmation that God is indeed calling me there.  I longed for it. I prayed for it.  I wanted to fall completely head over heels in love and I wanted them to fall head over heels in love with me.  I really liked the PNC and I really like the location, but I just don't have the sense of joy that I need to have in considering a call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, this isn't my call, is it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-6753344655819317005?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/6753344655819317005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=6753344655819317005' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/6753344655819317005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/6753344655819317005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/04/andnothin.html' title='And.....................Nothin&apos;'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-8931597299243148361</id><published>2008-04-17T22:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T22:31:04.829-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Still Waaaaaaaiiiting!!!</title><content type='html'>So, I'm guessing that they extended the call to the other person because the church website is announcing a congregational meeting. I suppose there are lots of reasons for a congregational meeting, but I wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish they'd call so I'd know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-8931597299243148361?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/8931597299243148361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=8931597299243148361' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/8931597299243148361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/8931597299243148361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-still-waaaaaaaiiiting.html' title='I&apos;m Still Waaaaaaaiiiting!!!'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-5958430529367781045</id><published>2008-04-15T17:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T17:59:14.279-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discernment'/><title type='text'>Where It Is Right Now</title><content type='html'>I hate waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I don't know what I'd say if they did call tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm one confused puppy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-5958430529367781045?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/5958430529367781045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=5958430529367781045' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/5958430529367781045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/5958430529367781045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/04/where-it-is-right-now.html' title='Where It Is Right Now'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-3683939223000978928</id><published>2008-04-13T21:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T21:33:54.006-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly  stuff'/><title type='text'>and now for your moment of immaturity.....</title><content type='html'>This morning's prelude:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Air for the G String"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tee-hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-3683939223000978928?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/3683939223000978928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=3683939223000978928' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/3683939223000978928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/3683939223000978928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-now-for-your-moment-of-immaturity.html' title='and now for your moment of immaturity.....'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-950271387145094020</id><published>2008-04-10T17:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T11:36:55.060-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid stuff I do'/><title type='text'>Well, Crap....</title><content type='html'>I just accidentally deleted my blog roll! I still love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA: I just spent about an hour recovering my blogroll, but for some reason only a few of you actually made it onto the roll. I'm not sure what I'm doing wrong. It doesn't seem *that* hard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-950271387145094020?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/950271387145094020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=950271387145094020' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/950271387145094020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/950271387145094020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/04/well-crap.html' title='Well, Crap....'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-4773728285351116450</id><published>2008-04-09T15:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T16:04:58.558-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discernment'/><title type='text'>Prayin' and Thinkin'...</title><content type='html'>I'm pressed for time today, but I wanted to let you know how it went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very good weekend. Everything went very well, preaching included. It was a fantastically beautiful weekend with lots of sunshine! The weather has been so gloomy here lately, so I appreciated the sun on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't end up meeting with the Committee on Ministry because they don't want to meet until they have extended a call and it has been accepted. This is weird to me because are they really going to say no &lt;em&gt;after &lt;/em&gt;a call has been accepted?  Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could say that I had a great moment of clarity while I was there, but I didn't. I could see myself living there and pastoring this congregation, but I don't have the feeling of "this is it." It could be that I am feeling guarded because I know that they are interviewing another person this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does help that today my husband has been saying that he thinks he would like to go. He's been pretty tight-lipped about it all until now. I want him to feel quite sure about it, especially since we'd be moving to where his parents live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, on Saturday night we had dinner at a committee member's apartment- the &lt;em&gt;same &lt;/em&gt;apartment complex as my in-laws! In fact, this committee member serves on the condo board with my father-in-law. I think she thought I was strange for not telling my in-laws I was in town, but oh well. My husband was very adamant that I not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, prayers for clarity and discernment for all concerned would be greatly appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-4773728285351116450?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/4773728285351116450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=4773728285351116450' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/4773728285351116450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/4773728285351116450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/04/prayin-and-thinkin.html' title='Prayin&apos; and Thinkin&apos;...'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-4308759845278211423</id><published>2008-04-03T08:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T09:19:06.520-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discernment'/><title type='text'>Getting Ready to Go</title><content type='html'>I'm here.  I have so much to write about, but haven't been able to do it.  I've sat at this computer so many times in the past weeks, but couldn't get myself to type anything.   This is my pattern in the "real" world, as well; when I feel overwhelmed I shut down and and don't communicate with my friends and family.  Not good, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell, I feel simultaneously very blessed and very confused and angry.  The confused and angry part comes from decisions that my dad is making right now. I don't have time to write about that right now, but I will one of these days. Just please pray for him and my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blessed part is that tomorrow I fly west to meet with a Pastor Nominating Committee (PNC) to be interviewed and do a neutral pulpit. For HipChick, and other non-Presbyterians, a neutral pulpit is an opportunity for the PNC to hear a candidate preach and lead worship.  This is done at another church in the area because pastor candidates aren't introduced to the congregation until a call as been extended and accepted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will also be interviewed by an exam team from this Presbytery's Committee on Ministry.  I'm actually most nervous about this because this Presbytery is, by and large, very conservative.  This Presbytery is a neighboring Presbytery to where I went to seminary and does not allow its inquirers and candidates to attend my seminary.  So, I am little worried that they will be prejudiced against me from the get-go and that I will be in for one doozy of an interview with the COM.  So far, I have had very laid back COM interviews. Have any of you had difficulty with this part?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I mentioned that this city out west is where my in-laws live.  We haven't told them anything, not even that I'm in conversation with this church.  The reason is that they would be devastated if it didn't work out and if I were the one to pull the plug, I'm not sure my mother-in-law would ever forgive me.  So, I really hope I don't accidentally run into them!  It's possible, as the church is just down the hill from their condo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, must finish sermon.  I decided to preach lectionary instead of pulling out one of Iris' greatest hits, but now I'm beginning to wish I hadn't. Oh, well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-4308759845278211423?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/4308759845278211423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=4308759845278211423' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/4308759845278211423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/4308759845278211423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/04/getting-ready-to-go.html' title='Getting Ready to Go'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-1145232136501357908</id><published>2008-03-22T22:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:50:08.251-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He is Risen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/R-XKglw5eVI/AAAAAAAAAOw/s3882SV3t8k/s1600-h/easter2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180769607601453394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/R-XKglw5eVI/AAAAAAAAAOw/s3882SV3t8k/s320/easter2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Have a Blessed Easter!&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/34916748-1145232136501357908?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/1145232136501357908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=1145232136501357908' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/1145232136501357908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/1145232136501357908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/03/blessings-friends.html' title='He is Risen!'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/R-XKglw5eVI/AAAAAAAAAOw/s3882SV3t8k/s72-c/easter2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-5255490907670866567</id><published>2008-03-21T09:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T09:38:57.795-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discernment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interim ministry'/><title type='text'>Quick Check-In</title><content type='html'>Going to interim training the week before Holy Week has made me way behind with no time to blog....rats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But quickly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;interim training was good, but very intense. At times I felt like it would have been more efficient to have just sliced off the tops of our heads, ala Sylar from Heroes, and just dump the information into our brains! And plenary session after plenary session was too much for this introvert to take.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I met some fantastic people, including my great roomie and a woman who is serving on the Presbytery level for the first time. (*waves* at any new friends who may be lurking!) I sat at a table with a woman whose children's books on worship I have used extensively (think church mice.) So cool!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Interim training has made me realize just how much I don't want to be an interim right now and that I truly long to be in a called position. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have been invited to fly out to a Western state in a few weeks to meet with a Pastor Nominating Committee and do a neutral pulpit. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We still haven't made any changes to the dining room walls.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I promise I will expound upon all this after we get on the other side of Easter. Have a blessed and meaningful Good Friday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-5255490907670866567?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/5255490907670866567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=5255490907670866567' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/5255490907670866567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/5255490907670866567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/03/quick-check-in.html' title='Quick Check-In'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-5610200775651577525</id><published>2008-03-08T15:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:50:08.432-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice storm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home repair'/><title type='text'>"Dammit, Jim, I'm a Pastor, Not an Interior Decorator!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, our home is almost completely restored from the damage from the ice storm; we've just got to have the gutters replaced in the back, yet. As sick as I was of having a hole in my dining room, I'm almost as sick of contractors and sub-contractors!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although we only had a small amount of damage to the walls in the dining room, it necessitated getting the entire room re-wallpapered. Decorating is soooo not my forte, but I think I picked out a pretty paper for above the chair railing. Now, what I chose for below the chair railing.... Well, just look for yourself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175489099180004642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/R9MH6i-H1SI/AAAAAAAAAOo/j0dj7PYxAic/s320/DSCN0321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gag me!  I thought the green would match the green in the leaves above...and so did the woman in the wallpaper store.  But, um, no,  it certainly does not.  I didn't realize that it would look so sea foam greeny up on the wall.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I definitely want to change this.  Of course, insurance won't pay to have it changed just because I'm bad with color.  The contractor working on the ceiling suggested that we paint a tan stain over it so that just the dark green would show through.  It might be worth a shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Please forgive the lame-o Star Trek reference in the title!&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/34916748-5610200775651577525?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/5610200775651577525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=5610200775651577525' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/5610200775651577525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/5610200775651577525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/03/dammit-jim-im-pastor-not-interior.html' title='&quot;Dammit, Jim, I&apos;m a Pastor, Not an Interior Decorator!&quot;'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/R9MH6i-H1SI/AAAAAAAAAOo/j0dj7PYxAic/s72-c/DSCN0321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-4605162721011359646</id><published>2008-03-07T10:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T11:39:56.501-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Presbytery'/><title type='text'>Glad That's Behind Me...</title><content type='html'>Thank God Tuesday is behind me and now I can concentrate on other things in my life that have had to be back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;burnered&lt;/span&gt;, like Holy Week services and the two books I need to read before  I go to interim pastor training on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your thoughts and prayers on Tuesday.  It was rough.  I was up front fielding questions for close to 40 minutes, I think.  Well, it felt like 2 hours.  I explained, I think fairly well, the reasoning behind our committee's decision to make our motion. I 'm not sure I didn't cross the line from explaining to "piling on,"  but I did the best I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was prepared for some to speak against our motion. Heck, if I hadn't been serving on this committee and didn't know what I know, I'm sure I would have been speaking against it, too.  So, I was ready for that.  I also thought that I was prepared for the glares and head-shaking I would be subject to while I gave the report.  However, I wasn't really ready.  I tell you, this experience was ten times worse than all the times I have been examined on the floor of Presbytery put together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I got through it and our motion carried 2 to 1, which was good affirmation that the Presbytery trusts the committee.  I hope and pray that people understood that we took no joy in what we did, but it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; necessary and, truly, the most faithful and loving we could do for all involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening and the day after, I received numerous phone calls and e-mails from folks saying that I handled this painful and sensitive issue well.  I haven't heard from those who disagree, but I'm sure I will eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be posting for about a week because I am heading to Austin for interim pastor training on Monday.  Anyone else going to be there as well?  I could be back to preach the next Sunday, but I decided I am going to take the whole week off.  I really need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-4605162721011359646?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/4605162721011359646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=4605162721011359646' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/4605162721011359646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/4605162721011359646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/03/glad-thats-behind-me.html' title='Glad That&apos;s Behind Me...'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-2717847249416818388</id><published>2008-03-03T18:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T18:17:25.452-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers, Please....</title><content type='html'>Presbytery meeting is tomorrow.  I would appreciate your prayers for the report that I have to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-2717847249416818388?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/2717847249416818388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=2717847249416818388' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/2717847249416818388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/2717847249416818388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/03/prayers-please.html' title='Prayers, Please....'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-5224796843544264937</id><published>2008-02-25T20:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T20:58:54.002-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Once - Falling Slowly  (Oscar Winner 2008 )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/XzQRuTwaFI8' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/XzQRuTwaFI8'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was so excited to see this song win last night at the Oscar's!  If you haven't seen the movie "Once," put it on your Netflix queue. You won't be sorry- it's such a sweet movie with some truly wonderful music.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-5224796843544264937?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/5224796843544264937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=5224796843544264937' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/5224796843544264937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/5224796843544264937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/02/once-falling-slowly-oscar-winner-2008.html' title='Once - Falling Slowly  (Oscar Winner 2008 )'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-3198824425259440914</id><published>2008-02-23T13:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T13:20:05.176-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Presbytery'/><title type='text'>Breathe, Breathe...</title><content type='html'>Well, the meeting was every bit as adversarial as I had feared, but it is over.  Thanks be to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still, three hours later, feeling wound up and a bit nauseated.  We still have to report our action to Presbytery, which is going to loads of fun, I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, I'm saddened by the need for it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-3198824425259440914?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/3198824425259440914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=3198824425259440914' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/3198824425259440914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/3198824425259440914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/02/breathe-breathe.html' title='Breathe, Breathe...'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-4681717801074406229</id><published>2008-02-22T18:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T19:15:52.274-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Presbytery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anxiety'/><title type='text'>I'm Not Looking Forward to It...</title><content type='html'>I wrote, rather cryptically, &lt;a href="http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-wish-i-could-write-happy-post.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a few weeks ago about an issue that was making me lose sleep.  Well, it is all coming to a head tomorrow morning at our Presbytery committee meeting that I moderate.  Everyone involved could use prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I know that what we need to do is going to be incredibly painful, I know that it is absolutely necessary.  We would be unfaithful to our committee's purpose if we didn't act and, worse, the larger church would have to deal with issues later if we let things slide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I agree to moderate this committee anyway?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-4681717801074406229?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/4681717801074406229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=4681717801074406229' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/4681717801074406229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/4681717801074406229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-not-looking-forward-to-it.html' title='I&apos;m Not Looking Forward to It...'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-3924306941362246174</id><published>2008-02-21T10:37:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T11:41:39.093-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Duped...</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling like a real ding-dong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm just too much of a good girl who follows directions because when they said Pre-Kindergarten registration at the local elementary school began at 8:30 am, I believed them. So, I arrived at 8:15 am, thinking I would stand in line, only to find out that other parents had come much earlier and had been allowed to register. My daughter is sixth on the waiting list. I guess we'll be paying for another year of pre-school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last night while watching the news, I found out that I had been duped into signing a petition to get an anti-affirmative action initiative on the ballot. I know I should have asked for more information, but I was in a hurry to get to the grocery store when the woman approached me in the parking lot. She said that it for a civil rights initiative. Apparently there are a lot of people who, like me, were misinformed so, there's an investigation. Perhaps it won't even get on the ballot now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, brother....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, no ice! Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-3924306941362246174?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/3924306941362246174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=3924306941362246174' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/3924306941362246174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/3924306941362246174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/02/duped.html' title='Duped...'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-1146149648677561786</id><published>2008-02-20T21:25:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:50:10.316-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice storm'/><title type='text'>Oh, Please God, No.....</title><content type='html'>They are forecasting another ice storm tonight. Oh, I hope that it bypasses us because our city hasn't yet recovered from December's storm. This was our back yard back then. I really don't want to wake up to this again... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169278099933248306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/R7z3Czu6OzI/AAAAAAAAAOY/GLQE_jEB6yc/s320/DSCN0247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169271889410538242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/R7zxZTu6OwI/AAAAAAAAAOA/h5HvLfp8XE8/s320/DSCN0244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169278340451416898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/R7z3Qzu6O0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/twrSJA9_Vx8/s320/DSCN0248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Although we have a new roof, we're still living with a hole on our ceiling that we've covered with cardboard until the restoration company can come fix it. They've got lots of people to deal with, so we have to be patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many, especially lower-income folks who were given the middle finger from FEMA, who have had to deal with so much more. They haven't yet even come close to cleaning up all the debris. We just can't take another storm.&lt;/p&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/34916748-1146149648677561786?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/1146149648677561786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=1146149648677561786' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/1146149648677561786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/1146149648677561786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh-please-god-no.html' title='Oh, Please God, No.....'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/R7z3Czu6OzI/AAAAAAAAAOY/GLQE_jEB6yc/s72-c/DSCN0247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-4646040722489351444</id><published>2008-02-17T22:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T23:21:50.111-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><title type='text'>A President's Day Meme</title><content type='html'>This is from &lt;a href="http://revsongbird.typepad.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Songbird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; How better to honor President's Day?&lt;br /&gt;Herewith, five Presidential questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Can you name the American Presidents we are honoring? Bonus: Any idea when their real birthdays are? (Don't look it up.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yes, Washington and Lincoln. I can't think of Washington's actual birthday, but Lincoln's was February 12- same as my Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. Why do you suppose car sales are an important aspect of our President's Day observations in the U.S.? (Feel free to be whimsical.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Well, it certainly would be one way of "honoring" our current President, by hanging around car salesmen and buying a Hummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you ever been President of a club or organization? How did that feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yep. When I was a teenager, usually it was very exciting to be elected and then would kind of suck to have to do the job. Gratefully, since then I have not been President of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4. If you could have dinner with any President of the United States no longer living, who would it be? Any particular questions you would like to ask? (Please feel free to substitute a nationally appropriate elected leader, such as a Prime Minister.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hmmmmmm..... I guess Harry Truman because I would like to ask him about what he was thinking and feeling as he made the decision to drop the bombs on Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. On a more serious note, what are the qualities you hope for in our next President? (As above for those who live in other countries.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I hope the President is honest, a peacemaker, inspires with hope rather than with fear, is able to mend ties abroad, but, above all, has wisdom. Also, I hope the President cares more about the country than getting re-elected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA: Is anyone else having problems with the "spellcheck" and "add image" buttons on blogger?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-4646040722489351444?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/4646040722489351444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=4646040722489351444' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/4646040722489351444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/4646040722489351444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/02/presidents-day-meme.html' title='A President&apos;s Day Meme'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-1567851965227341187</id><published>2008-02-17T15:33:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T16:20:47.312-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Stream of Consciousness Post</title><content type='html'>The main reason, besides sickness, that I haven't been blogging much lately is that I have been self-censoring a lot. All of the sudden, I am finding myself intimidated and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get over it, so for just this one post, I am going to make myself not self-censor, and just write..... the good, the bad and the indifferent.....I think bullets will help me not worry about complete sentences....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;If the people in my church were any tighter with money, they could shove coal up their butts and poop diamonds. They are sitting on a half million dollars in a foundation, nearly $160,000 in CD's (roll-overs from past years' budget surpluses), and healthy pledges for a church this size. However, you ask them about spending any of that money and they get these panic stricken looks on their faces. When I have asked them to dream about how God might be calling them to use these blessings, they talk about pew cushions. It's frustrating. I feel like I need to preach Luke 12, the parable of the man who builds up his barns. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We need a new mattress, so after church today I went to look at some mattresses at a store close to my house. I laid on several beds and there were a couple that I liked a lot. So, I asked the salesman for a piece of paper and a pen to write down the names and prices of certain mattresses. And he said to me, "No, you have to bring your own pen." I thought he just had a dry sense of humor and waited for a moment for him to grin and say, "Just kidding," but he didn't. I said, "I just want to write down some prices...." He interrupted my by saying, "Well, bring your husband by...." And I interrupted him and said, "I don't think so." I felt like I was in the Twighlight Zone. I guess he didn't want my money. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My husband and I are going on ten years of marriage. It's hard right now. Sometimes I just want to run away. How not to become a statistic?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our roof has been replaced from the ice storm damage, but we're still waiting for the interior work to be completed in our dining room. Right now, we have some very pretty wallpaper that was here when we moved in. It has to be replaced because they had to cut out part of the wall becasue of water damage. Of course, the wallpaper we have now is out of print. I've never been a wallpaper person, so I'm thinking about having them paint instead. But then we have to pick out colors. I don't want to make decisions right now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are finally &lt;em&gt;mostly&lt;/em&gt; healthy, thank God. Thanks for your well-wishes. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My kids are playing together peacefully right now, thank God. I think that they have been picking up that I'm not very happy right now. I have to protect them from my dark mood because it's not their fault.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, I'm reading back what I've written and I am resisting the urge to press "delete" like I have a dozen times over the past month or so. Forgive the messiness of this post, but I fear if I don't post something real right now, I might not again for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-1567851965227341187?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/1567851965227341187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=1567851965227341187' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/1567851965227341187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/1567851965227341187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/02/stream-of-consciousness-post.html' title='A Stream of Consciousness Post'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-2470510042408120001</id><published>2008-02-14T19:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T19:57:33.469-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>We're Spending Valentine's Day in Bed....</title><content type='html'>...but not in a good way.  We're sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a nasty virus going around and it decided to visit us. My husband's been flat on his back for three days and I'm about as bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your day is better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-2470510042408120001?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/2470510042408120001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=2470510042408120001' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/2470510042408120001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/2470510042408120001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/02/were-spending-valentines-day-in-bed.html' title='We&apos;re Spending Valentine&apos;s Day in Bed....'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-8645997277440404164</id><published>2008-02-11T21:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T21:32:44.864-06:00</updated><title type='text'>John McCain - Yes we can music video response</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/yjbknhX383A' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/yjbknhX383A'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Barack Obama "Yes We Can" video made me cry. So did this one, because it's funny and, sadly, true to what McCain believes about this war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-8645997277440404164?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/8645997277440404164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=8645997277440404164' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/8645997277440404164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/8645997277440404164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/02/john-mccain-yes-we-can-music-video_11.html' title='John McCain - Yes we can music video response'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-7632424928636784585</id><published>2008-02-08T09:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T09:08:00.037-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Home, Wyld!!!</title><content type='html'>Join me in welcoming Wyldth1ng home from Iraq!  You can find his blog &lt;a href="http://wyldth1ng.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyld, thank you for service and we're glad you are HOME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-7632424928636784585?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/7632424928636784585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=7632424928636784585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/7632424928636784585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/7632424928636784585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/02/welcome-home-wyld.html' title='Welcome Home, Wyld!!!'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-2201918229827441083</id><published>2008-01-25T21:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T22:09:22.304-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Reconnecting</title><content type='html'>Time is so fleeting and it is trite, but true to say, "you blink and a year has gone by."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, a year-- or seven. Has it really been seven years since I graduated from seminary ? And had it really been over three years since I had heard the voice of my good, good friend from seminary, A.? Oh, how good it was to speak to her tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've hit a blogging dry patch, it seems. I suppose it is okay for me to have a *few* unreflected moments, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I really want to maintain connection with all of my blogging buddies, even when I don't much feel like writing anything. So, even if all I post are the ABC's, I'll keep at it because I don't want to have to "reconnect" with you all later down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA: I just noticed that someone found my blog by googling "Yuck Amway."  That's the best one yet! They were directed to a story I told in a Friday Five awhile back about a guy asking me out and then taking me to an Amway party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-2201918229827441083?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/2201918229827441083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=2201918229827441083' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/2201918229827441083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/2201918229827441083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/01/reconnecting.html' title='Reconnecting'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-2076168632470285713</id><published>2008-01-16T12:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T13:15:49.006-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='call'/><title type='text'>I Don't Usually Have Such Freaky Crytpic Dreams...</title><content type='html'>In that place between wakefulness and sleep this morning, I heard, or more like, &lt;em&gt;felt&lt;/em&gt;, a voice that said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am going to say a word. The first two letters in that word is my message to you. That word is 'God.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up with that ringing in my ears and, because I'm not so with it in the morning, it took me a few seconds to figure out that the first two letters in God is G-O. Was the message, "go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I always dream very vividly, I am not accustomed to experiences such as this and it's got me a little weirded out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I felt like this was almost exactly three years ago. I was at the Princeton Youth Ministry Forum, which was held on St. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Simons&lt;/span&gt; Island, Georgia. (fantastic place, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;.) I was in a seminar led by Ron Foster, co-author of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Godbearing-Life-Tending-Youth-Ministry/dp/0835808580/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1200509270&amp;amp;sr=1-4"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; incredible youth ministry resource. Ron gave each of us a smooth black stone and asked us to go outside, commune with God, and seek a message from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time, I was very excited about a prospective call "back east" and was looking forward to interviewing and doing a neutral pulpit a couple of weeks from then. So, I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; that while sitting and looking at the ocean, the word "stay" kept coming into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was time to go back inside, Ron passed out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;metallic&lt;/span&gt; markers to write upon the stone words or pictures which described what God was saying to us. I wrote "stay," puzzled a little over that message, but not for very long. I tossed the stone into a front pocket of my suitcase and forgot about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast-forward a few weeks later- I had been extended the call from the church and wanted so very badly to accept it, but my husband wasn't feeling it. The day I made the phone call to reluctantly turn down the call, I was emptying out my suitcase and found the stone. Although it gave me no comfort at the time, I put it on my kitchen windowsill, where it still sits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this morning I have this strange experience with hearing the word "God" and being told, in my dreaming, that the first two letters is the message. I haven't done a lot of dream work in spiritual direction or therapy, but this would be very interesting to examine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;......... maybe it was something I ate?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-2076168632470285713?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/2076168632470285713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=2076168632470285713' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/2076168632470285713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/2076168632470285713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-dont-usually-have-such-freaky-crytpic.html' title='I Don&apos;t Usually Have Such Freaky Crytpic Dreams...'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-8577654636969465460</id><published>2008-01-13T19:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T20:09:23.401-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Around the Font</title><content type='html'>My husband and children, who still regularly worship at the church in the city, came to worship with me this morning. It was nice for me to see them there in the congregation; they brought a certain energy with them. Children do that, especially in a congregation with no children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were about to begin the reaffirmation of baptism when I asked my kids if they would like to come to the front to sit. I expected them to sit in the first row, but instead they came right up to the font and began to put their hands in the water. This surprised me quite a bit, but I let them run the water through their fingers, all the while with these serious, reverent looks on their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't planned to, but I then began telling them about their baptisms and how I felt on those special days when J. and I made promises and handed them over to the pastor to be baptized. After about 3 or 4 minutes, I realized that I was completely ignoring the congregation and I looked up and, thankfully, saw approving faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so much better of an introduction to the reaffirmation than I had planned- thanks to my bold and curious children!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-8577654636969465460?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/8577654636969465460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=8577654636969465460' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/8577654636969465460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/8577654636969465460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/01/fun-around-font.html' title='Fun Around the Font'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-5219322279604307513</id><published>2008-01-09T20:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T20:44:50.777-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish I Could Write a Happy Post</title><content type='html'>Over the past month or so, I found that I was becoming increasingly more negative and not very much fun to be around. I have had a lot that I have wanted to blog about, but I have been in a place of not really knowing how to express myself. Also, I promised myself that I wouldn't post until I had something positive to blog. I didn't want my place to be one big pity party that no one wanted to come to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, now I'm breaking my restriction I've placed upon myself, which probably was dumb anyway. I am torn up by something right now and I wish that I could write about it in detail here, but I dare not because I know that I am not as anonymous as I allow myself to pretend to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, someone I love, admire and respect is hurting right now and I am one of the persons responsible for her feeling this way. It doesn't make me feel any better that this pain is largely the consequence of her inaction and attitudes. I still feel like I could and should have done more. I keep beating myself up for mistakes that I made- and I made quite a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like no one should ever put me in charge of anything ever again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-5219322279604307513?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/5219322279604307513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=5219322279604307513' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/5219322279604307513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/5219322279604307513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-wish-i-could-write-happy-post.html' title='I Wish I Could Write a Happy Post'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-3784377437108735184</id><published>2008-01-04T17:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T17:54:47.402-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun stuff'/><title type='text'>Not So Sure About the Glamour....</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Recipe For Iris&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatstherecipeforyourpersonalityquiz/drink.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3 parts Humor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2 parts Glamour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1 part Giddiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Splash of Originality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Limit yourself to one serving. This cocktail is strong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatstherecipeforyourpersonalityquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What's" the Recipe for Your Personality?&lt;/span&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/34916748-3784377437108735184?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/3784377437108735184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=3784377437108735184' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/3784377437108735184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/3784377437108735184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/01/not-so-sure-about-glamour.html' title='Not So Sure About the Glamour....'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34916748.post-522000369984262227</id><published>2008-01-01T20:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:50:10.764-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fatigue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>I Need Some Time....</title><content type='html'>...before I'm able to get back into blogging full-force. I need to take a bit of a breather from 2007 which brought child care shockers, changing jobs, (then losing the job), starting a another new job, the ice storm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beat..... and my eye's been twitching..... and I've been a real grump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I may not write very much for awhile. I will say that everything is going just swimmingly in my new interim gig. It seems to be a good fit. Thanks be to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This a reindeer sculpture my son made out of felled branches after the ice storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150706802650092290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/R3r8jCIlkwI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Wr5IR37DDks/s320/DSCN0299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34916748-522000369984262227?l=growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/feeds/522000369984262227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34916748&amp;postID=522000369984262227' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/522000369984262227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34916748/posts/default/522000369984262227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingwhereimplanted.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-need-some-time.html' title='I Need Some Time....'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036519649244011605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5113/3875/320/111122_iris.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_criTrWubGmM/R3r8jCIlkwI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Wr5IR37DDks/s72-c/DSCN0299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry></feed>
