tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52872980589419194602024-03-12T19:32:14.456-07:00Ogle This FamilyThe Ogleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07354158160393779623noreply@blogger.comBlogger115125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287298058941919460.post-62486581663987678602014-12-11T06:17:00.001-08:002014-12-11T06:17:12.244-08:00"Shepherding a Child's Heart" is not my standard this holiday season:<div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Fw7L-JJ8R18/VImnZrHcOSI/AAAAAAAAAok/9N3BbmFzzyE/s640/blogger-image--1132069304.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Fw7L-JJ8R18/VImnZrHcOSI/AAAAAAAAAok/9N3BbmFzzyE/s640/blogger-image--1132069304.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></b></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><span style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">I know that God has gifted my husband with wisdom, discernment and grace to help me all the time!! But there are sometimes when I feel like God is actually present when we discuss an issue I'm dealing with!! I realized yesterday that I have this obligatory standard of Tedd Tripp's "shepherding a child's heart" hanging over my head, attached like a balloon following me wherever I go!!! When I fail to live up to the principles in the book (you know like when I yell at my kids or take something away from them out of anger instead of spanking them in love), I am a bad mom and my kids are ruined!! I've been viewing my motherhood like one would who tried out for a sport. I am not good enough for the sport, I've tried motherhood out and didn't make the cut. </span><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">David shared these thoughts: <div>"You know Mozart's or Picasso's works are great!!! But they are nothing compared to how we feel about our kid's work!!! God sees me and my failure and is so delighted in me!! Not because of how I've disciplined that day but bc of Christ and bc I am his!!" He said Phil 2 (I think) "not that I've already obtained it or have already been made perfect, but I press on towards the upward call of God in Christ Jesus!"<div>He said I'm lacking faith thinking that these kids are going to be messed up because of me! That is faithless bc they are God's children, and he is accomplishing good for them. God knew my capacity, my failures, my sin and he chose me to be their mother anyways!!! </div></div><div><br></div><div>I need to be free from performing, but I do need to see that In that moment I do have the capacity to walk in righteousness bc through God's grace he gives me ability to obey, but Instructing a child's heart is not the standard, God's word is. And when I fail to meet God's standard, he still delights in me as a mom BECAUSE OF THE WORK OF CHRIST!! "If we confess our sins he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness!!! Repent and believe, right! Repent of my failure and believe these children are Christ's!! Believe God sees me through the lens of his son not of a mom who fails!! </div><div><br></div><div>So, maybe this season you see yourself as a bad mom or maybe you see yourself as a good mom, the later just as corrupt as he former!! Throw your view of who you are as a mom under the work of Christ!! This season rejoice because your ability as a mom does not depend on you but on the God who came as a baby, born in a manger, one who would know the capacity of man! Fully man, fully God! He understands yet he walked on this earth sinless! Not stained by his failures, but arrayed in righteousness! Yes this season, enjoy Christ the babe who came to earth to rid you of your failure as a mom! Breaking the walls of inability and standards!!! Christ took his sinless life and gave it to you as a MOTHER!! Christ took your life as a mom, your anger, your lack of discipline, your lack of love for your children, and he took God's wrath for those sins and was punished in our place!! Shepherding a Child's heart is the BEST book on how to rear and discipline kids (disclaimer: the book does point to Christ and is not just a book on principles!) and our house uses these principals laid out in the book. But in the end it is just a book and will burn!!! I want my life to point to Christ and not to a book of standards. I hope that if you come to my house this season, you might catch us living out principles from Tripp's book, but more than that I hope you see Christ! Praise God who came to earth to save me as a mom!!! </div></div>The Ogleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07354158160393779623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287298058941919460.post-74108313638377370702014-08-07T06:58:00.001-07:002014-08-07T06:58:27.621-07:00The glories revealed in the weary momAhhhhh. How nice! I woke up this morning to peace and quiet, made a sweet cup of jo and sat down expactanly to have a complete extended time with God. I say complete, because most of my mornings' readings are filled with screaming, diaper changes and the like. But, as my toddles are not here, I was ready for an easy going morning. <div><br></div><div>Cue scratches and rips off of a record!!</div><div><br></div><div>It is not even 8:30 and I've already had two outfit and swaddle changes from my newborn, a few arguements with the hubs and constant shushing of my newborn, who typically only sleeps well during this morning time. He must have noticed I needed a little more heat this morning. </div><div><br></div><div>So, as I sat, bible opened, coffee in one hand and babe in the other, my mind was overflowing with anxiety tho my morning should have been serene. My body seemed to be in more of a slump position than when I began this morning. Defeated, I sought Christ. </div><div><br></div><div>I began to think about a mother. The one who seems to be in the ocean, her head barely above water. bobbing back and forth waiting on some sort of relief, someone to throw a line out. As I began to pen about this mother and her holy calling, I saw something more. There beneath the stains of circumstance and chaos, I saw a baker. A man hard at work. He was kneading, strong arms and fists, pressing in to dough. He was working in an ingredient into this dough. The dough was hard, not really easy to add something to, but as he kept working, adding to it, the dough began to form. He placed it thence in the heat, and it began to rise until there was a final product! The product? A loaf of bread that smelt so sweet and palatable. The baker was happy with his work, for his creation was a testament to his skill!</div><div><br></div><div>Like a baker hard at work, so is our Master hard at work in the life of the weary mother. The glory that is to be revealed in her life from her faithful obedience and sacrifice, will present her without blemish to her king and produce in her a decleration of his faithful hand!!!! </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div> Romans 8: 18-30</div><div><br></div><div>"<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">18 For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us.</span></div><div>19 For the creation waits with eager longing for the revealing of the sons of God.</div><div>20 For the creation was subjected to futility, not willingly, but because of him who subjected it, in hope</div><div>21 that the creation itself will be set free from its bondage to corruption and obtain the freedom of the glory of the children of God.</div><div>22 For we know that the whole creation has been groaning together in the pains of childbirth until now.</div><div>23 And not only the creation, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies.</div><div>24 For in this hope we were saved. Now hope that is seen is not hope. For who hopes for what he sees?</div><div>25 But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience.</div><div>26 Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness. For we do not know what to pray for as we ought, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words.</div><div>27 And he who searches hearts knows what is the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for the saints according to the will of God.</div><div>28 And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose.</div><div>29 For those whom he foreknew he also predestined to be conformed to the image of his Son, in order that he might be the firstborn among many brothers.</div><div>30 And those whom he predestined he also called, and those whom he called he also justified, and those whom he justified he also glorified."</div>The Ogleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07354158160393779623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287298058941919460.post-17226606999242402013-09-30T19:01:00.002-07:002013-09-30T19:46:51.724-07:00Quick Update<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's been a minute since I have written anything. Honestly, I feel a bit overwhelmed and incapable. But, I decided instead of writing about something going on in my heart, I would give a quick update!<br />
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We are still a family of four (me, David, AK and Spero). We are longing to make our family bigger, but there are no double lines for us, YET! We are a part of a church plant in Franklin, TN called Redeeming Grace Church. This is a Sovereign Grace church and is launching mid October!! We are so excited!!<br />
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We live of eight people, at one time there was eleven. We also all four live in one (big) bedroom together. Both of these have there pros and cons, but for the most part, it has been such a joy to live here!!! What a great experience to live in community with other like minded believers! I get to spend basically all day in and out with another mommy and baby. How kind of God to allow me to be refreshed daily by walking through the day with another mommy!! This family, <a href="http://thelockwoods.com/">The Lockwoods</a>, have actually shared that they are moving out in Jan, maybe earlier, so please pray that God would provide another person to pay their part of the rent. If not, there is no way we can afford to live in Franklin. We would have to move back to Knoxville. This is certainly not a bad thing, for we long to dwell in community with Cornerstone again, but David does feel as if God is calling us to plant our feet here for awhile.<br />
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David is working at Fed Ex as an assistant manager right now. He has just started a second job at Appleton learning center and really enjoys that. He also has began a class for CCEF on counseling, and he LOVES it! His dream would to be a counselor one day!!<br />
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I am keeping a little girl on Wednesday who is pretty cute, and we love getting to play with new people!! But, Im not sure if we could say that AK ever even meets strangers, she is soooo outgoing. Sometimes it can be so intense that other little ones are quite afraid. But, something I have noticed is that she is outgoing when she feels secure. But, if she is in a new environment, she is a bit scared. Which is just like me!!!!<br />
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My heart is pretty soft towards Christ right now, although a week ago it was not so! At least for me! But God really has given me some time of longing for his word and the gospel. We are SO weak!! But I know God gets glorified in our weakness!! Praise Him!!<br />
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<br />The Ogleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07354158160393779623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287298058941919460.post-26914844084855304112013-07-08T20:08:00.002-07:002013-07-08T20:08:52.897-07:00DEATH IS GAIN!!It seems so cliche to start this by saying, "I remember it like it was yesterday", but there is something about going through a tragedy that makes you lock away every passing second into a vault! So, here we go... I remember it like it was yesterday. I was eating a jar of chocolate icing, watching Tv when I got a phone call from my good friend, Kacy. Her voice seemed a bit worried as she asked, "Katie, how is Jerry?"<br />
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Let me digress for a moment on who Jerry is. I first met him when he coached my brother in baseball, a disrespectful, loud sort of creature, a bachelor who lacked self-control. Our paths crossed again when they moved across the street from us. This time though, it was as if he had been through a transformation. He was married, gentle and kind. This man was sweet, funny and loved people. Christ had saved him and changed him. I think our memories tend to be glorified in our minds, but Jerry, I feel was truly this way. He was still rough around the edges but was being etched with character and grace from God!!<br />
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As my friend so kindly called me to check on me, she continued to say she had heard Jerry was in a wreck. I quickly got off the phone and called his wife. As I talked to her, she had not heard anything either, so I had some fears, but was hopeful. I called my mom and she quickly got off of the phone with me and went to investigate. I sat and waited. Waited and sat. Until my mom called and said that my brother was coming to get me and take me to the police station. As I sat on the porch waiting to see what all the commotion was about, another friend called whose dad was in the force. She kept saying over and over again that she was so sorry. It didn't register with me yet that anything but a simple wreck had happened. On the way, as I sat in the back seat, quietly waiting to arrive to see what was unfolding, my mom called. I think everyone knew at this point that Jerry had passed away, so she felt the need to tell me. I remember her saying that he was gone, and I remember throwing the phone down as if I had not control of my hands. He was gone!! What does that mean? Over the next days as our family and friends walked through this loss, there were moments that are chiseled into my mind, burnt into my memory. I remember collapsing as I went to tell another family friend who is like my sister and his other daughter. I remember I just couldn't tell her he was gone. I remember not being able to go into the church to receive visitors who would pay the respects because I felt if I walked into the room, it really meant he was gone. </div>
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It's been 10 years since this tragedy when Fallon Talent swerved on the interstate at Jerry and another cop who were setting up spikes strips for her to run over. It's been 10 years since we lost the man who had the brightest disposition! It's been 10 years since the police force lost a hero! It's been 10 years. I'm not sad though. I do miss him, and I miss the Jerry bomp (a silly dance he did). But the thing that encourages my soul to something greater is knowing that he is walking with Christ. I don't mean the kind of feel good "he's in a better place" sort of comfort. I mean the deep, hold on to your hat whilst I throw off every harsh reality this world brings, raise my hands to the skies, dance around and worship the creator comfort. This world is not about us, its not about our happiness at all, but it is about Christ. It's about conforming into his image because he is worthy of praise and glory!! Its about knowing the God who created the world for himself and by himself. This world is not the end! I would even venture to say the end is not heaven, in a sort of sense that society believes. The end is Christ. Your end is Christ. Regardless of if you chose to bow to him on earth or not! Your end is you kneeling to God! Jerry's God.<br />
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The Ogleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07354158160393779623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287298058941919460.post-67364314493132367582013-01-16T19:32:00.001-08:002013-01-16T19:32:09.982-08:00Miscarriage<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, there we sat in the doctors office. Trying to understand what was happening. And, I rest here today on this, that although <span class="il">miscarriages</span> are common, we may never know why they happen. As the weeks went on, I played all the moments before the loss over and over again in my head, did I eat something bad, did I play too rough with my other child, did I not take my medication. These thoughts sprinted through my mind. Let me tell you friend, <span class="il">miscarriages</span> happen. There is no reason for them from our earthly perspective. We can't unwind our days and come up with some evidence for it. It just happens. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As you may try to reason with yourself as to why this happened, you may also find yourself running to the internet for an explanation. DON'T!! There are so many things on the web that breed fear and anxiety in us. I can say that reading about <span class="il">miscarriages</span> on the internet will only leave you with more unanswered questions. I found so much comfort in talking with others who had had <span class="il">miscarriages</span>. My soul was encouraged to know that others had gone through this before me. Also, know that people really don't know what to say, and sometimes they might say the wrong thing. Just try to give them grace. Some might be uncomfortable and feel the need to talk more about themselves, some might minimize the situation, and some might not say anything at all.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Before my <span class="il">miscarriage</span>, I did not know how to respond to those who had lost their child. I found myself not saying anything at all to them, avoiding them, if you will. I found this lack of condolence during my <span class="il">miscarriage</span> to mean apathy. I know this is not true, but I would have loved a call, text, email, or some sign that I was being thought of. If you have a friend going through this, let them know they are loved. They may never answer the phone or text back, but trust me, it means a lot! And, while we are on the subject, a few words you should never say to them are, “I understand (even if you have had a <span class="il">miscarriage</span>)” or “you'll get through it, it will be ok”. But express something to the effect of, “Im so sorry” “let me know if there is anything I can do” “Im here if you want to talk” “Praying for you”. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As the days went on I remember venturing out and not wanting to see happy people. “Don't they know what has happened to me?” I thought. I did not want anyone happy around me, nor did I want to be happy. When I felt happy, I felt guilty. But, you are not forgetting about your baby because you are happy. It is ok to feel emotions and to move on. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And now, as I am pregnant again, I find myself walking in fear sometimes, so afraid that I might lose this one. Our first ultrasound was really hard. I was so afraid I would not hear a heart beat. But, we are on week 17 now, and I hope and pray I will get to meet this little one, but if not, I know that there is hope! Take heart my friend, there is hope for you as well. </span></span></div>
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The Ogleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07354158160393779623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287298058941919460.post-1389524787561072772012-08-14T08:47:00.003-07:002012-08-14T08:48:12.651-07:00UpdateWow!!! Let me reflect, if you will allow, on mine and David's last five years of marriage. We got married in Cookeville, Tn. Lived there for a little over a year. Moved to a little tiny place called Oliver Springs with David's parents. Lived there for a year. Lived back in our house in Cookeville for the summer. Got pregnant. Moved back with David's parents for half of the year. Moved to little ole Athens, Tn. Lived there for a year and a half. Got pregnant twice. Lost our job. And now, we are living in Nashville. This has been a whirlwind, and not a lot of this journey has been exactly where we want to be.<br />
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When we found our church home at Cornerstone Church of Knoxville over two years ago, we knew that is where God wanted us, but as for our living quarters, with David's ever so loving parents and then in Athens, Tn. we were not quite satisfied. I don't think we ever thought about moving to Nashville, mainly because we didn't see our hearts away from CCK. But, after being uprooted from Athens when David lost his job, applying aggressively everywhere we could think of, and after receiving a job in Nashville, we see that God is giving us grace for Nashville.<br />
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We have visited Immanuel Church in Franklin, and I must say that I never thought it could be our church home. I liked it, but it was not CCK! But, last Sunday, the Lord opened my heart, and I was so blessed by Immanuel. God has given us friendships here already that I can see are going to be deeply rooted in the gospel, and we meet new friends every day! No joke!!<br />
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We have already been able to minister a little to people in the community, and this was so hard to do in Athens. You would invite someone to church, but after they drove an hour with you to church, they never really wanted to come back. We also (possibly sinfully) did not have a heart for Athens. But, last night, David got to talk a little with a guy, Trevor, about church and spiritual things. He seemed excited about coming with us to Immanuel. David also had my cousin with him who has really started growing with Christ. They got to talk a little with Trevor together. It sounded so encouraging!!!<br />
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Let me say that we LOVE the Nashville life. There are so many things to do here!! God has really knit our hearts for this area! This may be just a feeling and may be fleeting at that, but we are so encouraged!! God has proved faithful by providing a job for us! I must admit that David and I lacked faith, but God still chose to remain faithful!!<br />
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I am not sure how long we will stay here, or if we will continue to like it, but I know this... That God is working all things for our good! He has not and will not abandon us, though we feel ourselves to be adrift the sea when the tides come. HE WILL NOT ABANDON US, THOUGH WE FEEL OURSELVES ADRIFT THE SEA WHEN THE TIDES COME!<br />
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Please pray for:<br />
1. Spero (our baby boy to be born Sept 29th)<br />
2. Insurance. We will be between insurances and are trying to apply for medicaid.<br />
3. Trevor<br />
4. David's new job. This is his first job after college that is not teaching.<br />
5. Our transition to Immanuel/ friends and community<br />
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Thank you! We love you all and will be back at CCK soon to visit I am sure!<br />
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<br />The Ogleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07354158160393779623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287298058941919460.post-89514586039040870762012-08-04T04:31:00.001-07:002012-08-04T04:31:00.728-07:00CounselBeing swept from our home, jobless with no prospects and baby due in almost 7 weeks or so, David and I have had a really hard time! But, this hard time, like the others in our life has been so rich, too. Even the dry in this season is rich!! <br /><br />One grace in our life is that we have sought counsel after counsel and each time we talk to someone, our hearts are so encouraged!!! <br /><br />I find it interesting that three people have produced the same thought for me:<br /><br />Jeff, our counseling pastor encouraged us with "The secret things belong to the LORD our God, but the things that are revealed belong to us and to our children forever, that we may do all the words of this law." He said to really revel in what God has revealed to us. This meant that all my worry and anxious fear about where we would work or what we were going to do fell in to the unrevealed which was not mine to lay hold of. <br /><br />Then, a plant pastor at Immanuel shared on Sunday the question "am I just seeking God's plan for my future or what he has already revealed in his word?" This too caused me to focus on what God has for me today and not the future. <br /><br />And lastly, as David and I met with our friend, Chris Moore, he encourage me to look back at what God has done in our lives already, how he has been faithful to us in the past. And boy does that give us faith for the future!!<br /><br />How encouraging to my soul that God would confirm this to me over an over again! <br /><br />Yesterday we met with Dr. Dave Smith, a counselor in Knoxville! God used this in our lives as well! We felt heard, understood and loved just by a mere 80 minutes we had with him!!<br /><br />Through all of our encounters with these men, we can see God shaping and molding his plan for us! The blank we see becomes a little more clear! And when it does not, we still see God's hand!! <br /><br />Although we struggle with faith through this time, God continually gives us a drink from his well! We are thirsty and yet so saturated!! <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />The Ogleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07354158160393779623noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287298058941919460.post-150287819032927262012-07-20T10:49:00.001-07:002012-07-20T10:49:09.268-07:00Faith???As each day passes and we remain jobless, lies build in our head. God has left us. God is silent. He is punishing us. What is wrong with us?? <br /><br />This morning as God graciously drew my heart towards his, I sensed him say that he is asking David and me to believe his promises even though we can't see them coming true! Faith, right?? The assurance of things hoped for and the conviction of the unseen? This is how saints of old pleased the Lord. So, why can't I have faith?<br /><br />I think this call is much higher than myself. I can't muster any thoughts of solidity or trust within myself, and if I do, they are but for a moment. The call to faith is a gift from God. God has to grant me faith. But, this call is not without action! <br /><br />This morning, as I ran through my scripture memory, the verses that encouraged my soul to have faith also encouraged me to action. Let me explain. God says if we hear his words and put them into practice, we will have a strong foundation that can not be moved. God says he rewards those who earnestly seek him. He says, I will gain life if I lose my life. <br /><br />David and I want, no, we crave a strong foundation and we crave some sort of reward and we so desire to taste life. A mist our wavering souls and shaken faith, God is asking us to look beyond that for which we see and reconcile ourselves to the unseen! Cling to his word!! Know and trust his word! His promises DO NOT come unfulfilled!!! He has not left us! He hears us!! Ye, though we walk through the valley, WE SHALL NOT FEAR!!! <br /><br />My soul shall be clung to the word as with a babe to its nursing mother!! Lord, we can not see you providing, help us to trust!!!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />The Ogleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07354158160393779623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287298058941919460.post-78116411234934249102012-07-16T10:32:00.001-07:002012-07-16T10:33:48.756-07:00Our life undone!!!We found out a few weeks ago that David did not get rehired from his job in Athens, Tn. At first, this was exciting because we had been talking about leaving Athens, and we knew God was shutting this door. But now I think we sort of feel like God booted us out the door.<br />We know God is good and that his promises are true, but our faith is somewhat shaken as each day goes by and each opportunity passes us up!<br />We stayed with David parents close to Knoxville for awhile, and then decided to stay at my mom's and try our hand at Nashville for a bit. <br />We visited Ray Ortland's church yesterday and as he spoke to David and me after church, the holy spirit really spoke to<br />David! He felt the spirit say that God might call us somewhere and it might cost us everything. An also that God is with us, that God has a plan and has not left us! We were truly encouraged! After church we talked to a couple, Allison and Nathan Smith. They are too fun!! And, they are from CCK. Tonight we will go to Howard Varnadoes house for our first care group meeting. <br />I am not sure if God is calling us to Nashville, Knoxville or Pennsylvania, but I sure can enjoy some Immanuel fellowship while we are here!!<br />David's new office is Starbucks! He goes everyday and feels out applications. This process is so long and tedious, and you can work all day and feel as if you have not gotten anywhere!!<br />Ak has seemed a little more timid. I'm not sure if this is from not having any roots right now or just a phase for her age.<br />David and I really feel that God has given us grace with each other through all this. I think normally we would be tempted to fight this out, but we have enjoyed and clung to each other!!<br />For the time we are trying to trust God in all of this. You can pray for our hearts that we would meet with him daily and allow his word to interpret our situation and not our emotions. Also, pray that God will open up doors for us where he wants us an as we wait that we will rest in him!!!<br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br /><br />The Ogleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07354158160393779623noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287298058941919460.post-50188907059774579682012-01-27T04:31:00.001-08:002012-01-27T04:31:07.800-08:00With ChildWe are with child!!!!<br /><br /><br />Please pray we have a healthy baby full term but that our hope would be on God and not the baby! Pray that God would give us faith, whatever may come! Pray that our fears would be me with faith in the Sovereign God!!!!<br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />The Ogleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07354158160393779623noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287298058941919460.post-30049494302169408982012-01-23T18:39:00.001-08:002012-01-23T18:39:39.353-08:00Does pregnancy equal God's blessing?Last week was rough!!! My sin was ever visible, and I was very aware of my failures!! I felt lonely and needy for David's constant presence while my heart wanted to contend with Him, I was angry and bitter at anyone I felt was unworthy of my affections and I was sad! I couldn't understand what was going on but knew that in fact there was something going on and that my soul was not doing well! <br /><br />While at care group this week, we talked briefly about feeling like other people are blessed when we aren't. Usually this happens with money in our household. We tend to believe that God is blessing others by providing for them, but we always seem to come up short (or so we think). This is so far from the truth, but I digress because this is not what my heart felt at care group either. As we were talking about this, I realized that all week I had been focusing on women who were pregnant. I realized that I felt as tho God were blessing these women who were pregnant and coming up pregnant. I thought to myself, "why has God blessed these women and not me." "why did he choose to take my baby and let them keep their's?" "why does he not bless me with a baby?" My view was blessing=pregnancy and no baby=God withholding a blessing. <br />I realized my mind has been occupied by many thoughts of pregnancy. Am I pregnant, should I take a pregnancy test, was the test wrong, should I take another, am I ovulating, am I incapable of having more babies????? Let me tell you, when you want to be pregnant so bad, it seems like your body and mind team up against you tricking you to believe that two blue lines are inevitable, only to swallow the bitter pill of emptiness and defeat. <br /><br />So, here I am, not pregnant and realizing how much this desire has affected me!!! I know this desire is good, but I also need a good dose of truth when these desires run rampant in my head!!!<br /><br />Here are some truths from the sermon on Sunday that so apply to me:<br /><br />Truth, It's very short sided in the kingdom of heaven to store up treasures on earth. It's selfish and misplaced priorities. <br /><br />Truth, Worry is the fruit of trusting in a competing treasure. <br /><br />Truth, the secret to freedom from our anxiety is to get rid of our own plans and understand the sovereign rule of God!<br /><br />Truth, When my anxious thoughts multiply within me your consolations delight my soul!!!!!!!!!!! <br /><br />Truth, Which of you by being anxious could add an hour to your life? <br /><br />Truth, One lie the enemy always says is that God is stingy.<br /><br />Truth, He bestows his riches on any who call on him. <br /><br />Truth, these truths build and strengthen our faith!!<br /><br />Truth, "your weariness is meant to drive you to God" pt<br /><br />Truth, God will never pursue his glory at the expense of my good and he will never pursue my good at the expense of his glory (something like that). -jb<br /><br />Let me clarify that I was not responding wrongly because I kept coming up not pregnant or bc I had a miscarriage. I was responding wrongly because my desires were and are at war within me and because my heart is deceitful and because I choose to worship the created rather than the creator and bc I AM A SINNER! The cup doesn't spill bc it gets knocked, it spills because it has water in it! <br /><br />But, I know this... That God has rescued me from my sin. I am not a slave again to fear or anxiety but God has adopted me as his child and bestows good gifts!!! <br /><br />"No good thing does he withhold from those who walk uprightly!!" -Ps 84:11<br /><br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />The Ogleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07354158160393779623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287298058941919460.post-84020925560362296612011-12-16T09:06:00.001-08:002011-12-16T09:06:57.264-08:00My thoughts on this ChristmasAwake my soul from the unmoved,<br />apathetic and grayish room.<br />Where colors dull and drear exists,<br />anything but what causes bliss.<br />Why is this holiday so cheery,<br />I must explain my state of theory.<br />For once, thought I, it would be nice,<br />to celebrate what crowds think right.<br />Yes, Santa, stockings and even a tree,<br />these were the things that inspired me.<br />Then soon there was a debriefing you see,<br />when I realized my joy was not found in these!<br />But then I declared an all out war,<br />nothing holiday would come through my door.<br />Mary did you know that your baby boy<br />was not born on Christmas,<br />Did you know this holiday was first a pagan existence. <br />Bah Humbug Bah Humbug, that's what I'd say,<br />To celebrating any part of the day. <br />No happiness, no excitement, no presents around,<br />There went the baby with the water out of town!<br />Ok, Ok this is a bit dramatic,<br />but certainly I was quite apathetic. <br />After seeing some friends so happy with glee,<br />I realized there might be something wrong with me.<br />I restled my heart and attempted to pen,<br />why this holiday seemed so dim.<br />Then, once again, he awakened my soul,<br />to see the grace he did unfold.<br />Oh this grace, it is so rich indeed,<br />for a babe was born, the King of Kings.<br />God came down, in humility,<br />took the punishment meant for me.<br />Because he came, my soul is free,<br />I can rejoice in this babe a King!<br />Rise, my love, from thy sleep, awake,<br />He beckons for you to partake.<br />Not in getting joy from these earthly things,<br />but rejoice for His love has made these clean.<br />Get a tree, put it up and trim it well,<br />for your soul is freed from the pits of hell.<br />Rejoice, Rejoice, our God came,<br />he took our sin, he took our blame!<br />Merry indeed, Merry Christmas to you,<br />forever satisfied with this eternal truth.<br />HE CAME!!!!!!<br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />The Ogleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07354158160393779623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287298058941919460.post-82366225352730846992011-12-09T07:08:00.001-08:002011-12-09T07:08:25.167-08:00VideoShow off when Auntie Megs comes for a visit. <br /><br /><p align='center'><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/FhdH_1b9qzw" width="400" height="300"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FhdH_1b9qzw" /><param name="quality" value="high" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><!-- Fallback content --><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FhdH_1b9qzw"><img src="http://img.youtube.com/vi/FhdH_1b9qzw/0.jpg" width="400" height="300" />YouTube Video</a></object></p>- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />The Ogleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07354158160393779623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287298058941919460.post-78320383221482450452011-12-08T18:40:00.000-08:002011-12-08T18:42:03.789-08:00Helping our souls, helping our husbands!!!Found this from a blog post I wrote a little bit ago, but encouraged me today!!!<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(64, 39, 34); font-family: 'century gothic', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Side Note: Helping our husbands doesn't just mean doing things (laundry, dishes etc...). I strongly believe that my role as a helper is to help my husband fight the good fight! Part of that is making our house a place where our husbands can be refreshed, but, more than that, if my soul is not being revived, I can not help David. But if it is, then and only then can I help him. If being refreshed means to go away for an entire day, or to read a book for three hours, (and always spending time with God) then I think that is ok! Today for example, I have not done much around the house, but I am clinging to the cross, the grace that Christ my Savior will not lose favor with me! I am being challenged today to believe that I have not done enough and need to get through a list, but God is also penetrating my heart and giving me courage to go forward with my daily chores, not as if I need to see checks on my list, but as one walking in her calling, as a helper, and also to know Christ more! Bask in that!!!</span></div>The Ogleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07354158160393779623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287298058941919460.post-1457233293643473642011-11-17T08:18:00.001-08:002011-11-17T08:18:18.264-08:00Oh if people could but know this joy and peace I have in the midst of my trial!!!!! They would fall on their face and worship the one true God!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Praise Him!!!<br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />The Ogleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07354158160393779623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287298058941919460.post-55031688112969658852011-11-10T13:04:00.001-08:002011-11-10T13:04:49.987-08:00Button's new life with ChristButton's new life with Christ<br /><br />My day started out like any other pregnancy day...an overwhelming since of nauseousness. But with this feeling was the feeling of excitement as well! Today was the day that we were going to get to see our little Button on ultrasound. I have been a little worried over the past few days because of some light spotting that something was wrong with little Button, but since I tend to fear, I shrugged these emotions off. We arrived at the doctor and went into the ultrasound room. I could tell almost immediately that something didn't look right. The tech was pretty quiet as she took measurements and then proceeded to listen to the heart. There was no heart beat. This made me a little worried, but I figured that it was just too early to hear it. Then the words resounded in David and my ears, “Im going to go get Dr. Roberts.” With that we knew exactly what happened. Tears and emotions followed the next couple of minutes as David and I tried to accept what was happening.<br /><br />Dr. Roberts had to rush to the hospital for an emergency C-section, so they decided to take us to a room to wait for an hour until her return. Walking to the room was the longest walk I think I have ever made. We walked past a couple that we had seen before the ultrasound when everything was happy go lucky. This was hard! You never realize how happy women are in an obgyn office until something like this happens. As I made my way to the bathroom, some people would just smile. “Shouldn't they know what is going on? Why are they smiling; it's not a smiling moment!”<br /><br />Over the next hour as David and I waited in a room, we prayed together, wept together, sang together, shared lies and then a lot of truths! I would not give this hour up for anything. It was very healing for me!!!!!<br /><br />So, here is what I want you to know about baby Button. God has chosen to pour His grace on Button and spare him/her from this sin riddled world! What a grace! We believe baby Button is in heaven worshipping Jesus as you read this!!! Also, we believe that every single moment and day of Button's was fashioned by God. He wrote every single day and knew when it would be Button's last! This act is for my best, David's best, Button's best and even your best! God is good and working all things for His good. “Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints(ps 116:15)!!” <br /><br />Where we are: We are certainly sad! This is hard! But we do not grieve like someone who has no hope! For we know we will get to meet Button one day! We ask for your prayers. We are spending two weeks trying to let things happen naturally, but if nothing happens, we will go for a D and C, I guess after that. So, pray that we will not have to have the surgery. David is taking a week off so we can be together. Thank you for your prayers and thoughts!!! <br />Love you all<br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />The Ogleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07354158160393779623noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287298058941919460.post-18442149796971131152011-11-06T05:55:00.001-08:002011-11-06T05:55:19.317-08:00Hubby wrote a post that encouraged my soul!!!!<br /><br /><a target="_blank" href="http://lifeofogle.blogspot.com/2011/10/jesus-narrow-gate.html">Jesus, The Narrow Gate</a><br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />The Ogleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07354158160393779623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287298058941919460.post-25111310014694585532011-11-02T08:54:00.001-07:002011-11-02T08:54:48.472-07:0030 days of thankfulnessYesterday, we were cared for by Kay Simmons!! I'm so thankful for her care and her yummy chili!!<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/105504425948766263640/OgleThis?authkey=Gv1sRgCMekk4yC7cDsCQ#5670427509734281330'><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-zLQJutxq6uA/TrFnxuJQkHI/AAAAAAAAAb0/OnEAQuWWUfE/s288/18.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />The Ogleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07354158160393779623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287298058941919460.post-48680911330206266172011-10-19T14:35:00.001-07:002011-10-19T14:35:08.626-07:00Anvil of nauseousness!From Ray Ortland's blog today:<br /><br />When God wants to drill a man<br />And thrill a man<br />And skill a man<br />When God wants to mold a man<br />To play the noblest part<br /><br />When He yearns with all His heart<br />To create so great and bold a man<br />That all the world shall be amazed,<br />Watch His methods, watch His ways!<br /><br />How He ruthlessly perfects<br />Whom He royally elects!<br />How He hammers him and hurts him<br />And with mighty blows converts him<br />Into shapes and forms of clay<br />Which only God can understand.<br /><br />How He bends but never breaks<br />When his good He undertakes<br />How He uses whom He chooses<br />And with mighty power infuses him<br />With every act induces him<br />To try His splendor out –<br />God knows what He’s about.<br /><br />Author unknown.<br />The Ogleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07354158160393779623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287298058941919460.post-70050289447592835562011-10-12T17:22:00.001-07:002011-10-12T17:22:45.343-07:00Pix<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/105504425948766263640/OgleThis?authkey=Gv1sRgCMekk4yC7cDsCQ#5662765440446871538'><img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-_o4I6tkLqe8/TpYvKlwxt_I/AAAAAAAAAaY/6uiw02aj0vs/s288/18.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br 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href='https://picasaweb.google.com/105504425948766263640/OgleThis?authkey=Gv1sRgCMekk4yC7cDsCQ#5662765574958598930'><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-qKzwylFAV0c/TpYvSa23yxI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/X6APAQ8B_UI/s288/29.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/105504425948766263640/OgleThis?authkey=Gv1sRgCMekk4yC7cDsCQ#5662765612523801202'><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-IsiWiMKYOSc/TpYvUmzHSnI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Saq9UviXW8A/s288/30.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /> The End!!!!<br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />The Ogleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07354158160393779623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287298058941919460.post-12214447165892682162011-10-03T18:04:00.001-07:002011-10-03T18:04:50.685-07:00In further news...<br /><br /><center><a 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href='https://picasaweb.google.com/105504425948766263640/OgleThis?authkey=Gv1sRgCMekk4yC7cDsCQ#5659436682897167058'><img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-sw58KRJNqZ8/TopbrZjmktI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/vulPWBGX6bM/s288/24.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Ok ok if you don't get it yet:<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/105504425948766263640/OgleThis?authkey=Gv1sRgCMekk4yC7cDsCQ#5659436696401003858'><img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-V0V63ruKBpw/TopbsL3KxVI/AAAAAAAAAaU/j6o4XyS0w7U/s288/25.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />The Ogleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07354158160393779623noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287298058941919460.post-51566947690740616782011-09-30T13:14:00.001-07:002011-09-30T13:14:28.709-07:00My fall decor!!!Appreciate it!!!<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/105504425948766263640/OgleThis?authkey=Gv1sRgCMekk4yC7cDsCQ#5658248613503647714'><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-cqb3EEwN0jk/ToYjIqK7P-I/AAAAAAAAAaA/xiihvVtX2s4/s288/18.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />The Ogleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07354158160393779623noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287298058941919460.post-31903757418136675232011-09-29T07:10:00.001-07:002011-09-29T07:10:15.472-07:00Apples to ApplesIt's about making the right choices at the store so you don't have the opportunity at home!! Well, in our case anyway.<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/105504425948766263640/OgleThis?authkey=Gv1sRgCMekk4yC7cDsCQ#5657783651031081650'><img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-eIf1cN1mPOw/ToR8QR-4YrI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/dOHE7gBIWkQ/s288/18.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/105504425948766263640/OgleThis?authkey=Gv1sRgCMekk4yC7cDsCQ#5657783665206183266'><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-eVNNgZpbCYE/ToR8RGyfRWI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/AMRp6gw3jFc/s288/20.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />The Ogleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07354158160393779623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287298058941919460.post-20150506650919398572011-09-22T06:44:00.001-07:002011-09-22T06:44:25.956-07:00Having a yummy snack of yogurt and granola (confession: im trying to learn to like yogurt!) while my daughter plays in a box (weird??)!<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/105504425948766263640/OgleThis?authkey=Gv1sRgCMekk4yC7cDsCQ#5655179392999652082'><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-nd0lly_wl44/Tns7sgzaevI/AAAAAAAAAZw/6Fxb7ZflwrM/s288/18.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/105504425948766263640/OgleThis?authkey=Gv1sRgCMekk4yC7cDsCQ#5655179414955201538'><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-JoguWmOyB0Q/Tns7tymBlAI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/MSAsU3ZMkhc/s288/20.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />The Ogleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07354158160393779623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287298058941919460.post-89120704013380966012011-09-21T07:30:00.001-07:002011-09-21T07:30:35.005-07:00It's what's for dinner<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/105504425948766263640/OgleThis?authkey=Gv1sRgCMekk4yC7cDsCQ#5654820206093097314'><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-ozyzfrgzSPA/Tnn1BFThWWI/AAAAAAAAAZs/X3P8xxW-zgE/s288/3.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Homemade turkey noodle soup with grilled cheese, turkey, tomato and basil sandwiches!!! Yum!!<br /><br />-all cooking props go to my chef hubby!!! I'm a lucky gal!<br /><br />-Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />The Ogleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07354158160393779623noreply@blogger.com1