<?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-3401482392901643502</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:23:31.392-05:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Sharing Stuff'/><category term='Good Stuff'/><category term='A Great Day'/><category term='Thankful Thursday'/><category term='Thoughtful Moments'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Little More than Ramblings'/><category term='Blessings'/><category term='Praise'/><category term='Vacation/Family'/><category term='My Life is A Soap Opera'/><category term='School Stuff'/><category term='God is Good'/><title type='text'>From These Hills</title><subtitle type='html'>Show me Your ways, O Lord, teach me your paths; guide me in your truth and teach me, for you are God my Savior and my hope is in you all day long.

Psalm 25:4-5</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-7243753337936245093</id><published>2010-06-24T15:12:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T19:42:05.865-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little More than Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Another (almost) year gone by</title><content type='html'>This blog has taken a backseat to so many other avenues of internet communication - early last year Facebook became my connection to the outside world and to friends from way back.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the nutshell verson of this past year - picking up from the last entry.&lt;br /&gt;August took me back to school. Instead of being in a regular classroom, I worked straight from  the computer lab. I worked with every student in the school except band students - over 300 5th, 6th and 7th graders each week. It was very stressful at times, but God put a wonderful friend in there to work with me. Heather and I became very close and I have to say, she is probably the best friend I have ever had - ever!&lt;br /&gt;The fall brought an engagement for Alex and Jennifer. It seems that Al's trip to Africa was a real turning point for him. God really worked on him. Also, Amanda and Andy found out she was expecting - in May. We were thrilled at the idea of meeting our first grandchild.&lt;br /&gt;A shocker in another area of my life - my darling Billie Jo, who died in the motorcycle accident in July seemed to be fading from others' memories. Her husband Jim was already dating, seriously. I really didn't know how to handle it. I miss Bil so much, I love Jim and Hannah and want them to be happy - but gee whiz, could he have waiting a little while longer. But, I suppose everyone is different. It just hurt so much - for Bil.&lt;br /&gt;Over the holidays, we spent time with the family - nothing really out of the ordinary. The holidays are always a humbling time for me - but this year it was down right depressing. Bil is gone - Jim is moving on - my friends seem far away but most of all my God seems far away. Although, looking  back, I know He was carrying me - at the time I felt as if I was floating in outer space with no tether. Actually, I still feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;After the holidays, we had quite a few snow days for which I was grateful. Basically, I just wanted to stay home and not have to go anywhere. I felt safe at home knowing I didn't have to face the outside world. It was comfortable - it still is.&lt;br /&gt;We again went to Resurrection with our youth group - I don't remember much about the services - my heart just wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;Spring came and went - instead of going somewhere on spring break we opted to have new hardwood floors installed in our living area and to purchase much needed new furniture. I do enjoy it - another reason to stay home.&lt;br /&gt;May was an eventful month - May 1st was Alex and Jennifer's wedding day. It was a beautiful day and a wonderful wedding. They were married at our farm which made it very special. They are truly a lovely young couple. After a honeymoon to the Florida Keys, they settled into thier house as husband and wife. Jennifer is such a wonderful addition to our family. The wedding was a small, private affair with a limited guest list but then two weeks later they had a reception for the entire family and some friends.&lt;br /&gt;On May 9th - Mother's Day - May 12th- my birthday and on May 13th Oliver was born. School was out at the end of the month and here we are in June. &lt;br /&gt;June brought another wedding - Jim married Robin at a private ceremony in his front yard. Hannah was very excited and I have to admit Robin has made a wonderful difference in their lives. I photographed the wedding - the whole time missing Billie Jo more and more. &lt;br /&gt;Bil was my dear friend - if her death is going to be this hard for me - what will I do when I lose someone closer to me? I try to turn to God but I feel so disengaged from the Lord right now.&lt;br /&gt;Just this morning I began on online Bible study with Living Proof Ministries (Beth Moore) in hopes of finding my way back to the Lord. For whatever reason, I am on this journey alone. I find no comfort in friends and try very hard to hide all this from my family. I could talk to my husband and he would do his best to understand but he already has so many things to think about. I don't want to burden him with this too - I know God is there, though.&lt;br /&gt;I find no comfort in my church - I'm not really happy there but it is where we attend as a family. I love our pastor and his family - he truly is a man of God and delivers a good message. But, other than the message each Sunday, our church is lifeless - the music is dull - the service is predictable, unchanging, every little thing in the same order as the week before, the year before. The "amens" have to be coaxed out of the congregation and no one would dare shout out a "halleluia." Same old fundraisers - even the same old food at the after church meals we sometimes have. The truth is, I'm bored out of my mind and would love to go to a different church but that won't happen - Frank is too deeply rooted in this one. I just don't like to have to drag myself there every Sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;So, I am in high hopes of good things to come from this Bible study. I am happy to be home for the summer. The rest feels good and not having to think about too much is great too. Right now, I'm just letting God be God and do what He does best - lead me, guide me and love me. I know it'll all turn out ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-7243753337936245093?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/7243753337936245093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=7243753337936245093&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/7243753337936245093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/7243753337936245093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2010/06/another-almost-year-gone-by.html' title='Another (almost) year gone by'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-6454473756321458635</id><published>2009-08-03T19:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T19:35:06.931-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow - How long has it been???</title><content type='html'>I can not believe that I have not blogged since January of this year. What was I thinking?? I mean, it's not like life stopped - stuff has been happening - sometimes it was BIG stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me see . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February - Frank and I celebrated 11 years of marriage. What a blessing! He is the most wonderful husband in the world. God really gave me the best - which is what He promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March - Frank, Jacob and I went to Charleston (my favorite city in the world) for spring break. It was such a nice trip. It wasn't too hot and it wasn't too cool. Just right for walking around and enjoying the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April - Easter is always a special time for me. I love Easter, I think, most of all. I love to celebrate the resurrection of Jesus. I just am always in awe of the great gift He gave me when He went to that cross. On this earth, I will never be able to fathom it. But, when I see Him face to face . . . wow, what a day that will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May - celebrated Mother's Day - another favorite - and my birthday. I love birthdays and the whole getting older thing doesn't bother me a bit. I count each of them as a trophy. Just more time that God has granted me on earth with my family to enjoy until He comes to take me home.&lt;br /&gt;Also, schools out for the summer - yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June - Jacob and I really take advantage of the whole idea of summer vacation. We have done almost nothing. We sleep late - eat when we want to and play the rest of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July - Frank, Jacob and I went to Myrtle Beach and then a quick trip through Charleston. It was a great trip - but there was a terrible cloud of sadness over the trip. As we were travelling to MB, I recieved word that a very dear friend was killed in a motorcycle accident. I may want to write more later - but that's all I want to say about that for now.&lt;br /&gt;Alex went to Kigali, Rwanda, Africa for his first mission trip - a very long 10 days for those of us at home. Praise the Lord, he had a good trip and made it safely home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August - Summer is dwindling to an end. It's back to school on the 10th. It's way too early - but the school board didn't call me to ask my opinion. Personally, I don't think it should be legal to send kids to school when it's so hot outside. I think the Monday after Labor Day is plenty soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there it is - the highlights for the last few months. Some big stuff - some no so big stuff. And, I'm sure that I'll think of more. Maybe I should blog more often and then I wouldn't forget. Or, maybe I haven't been blogging so I will forget - who really knows?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-6454473756321458635?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/6454473756321458635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=6454473756321458635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/6454473756321458635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/6454473756321458635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2009/08/wow-how-long-has-it-been.html' title='Wow - How long has it been???'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-7832075332308724973</id><published>2009-01-28T09:57:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T10:44:14.194-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God is Good'/><title type='text'>Resurrection 2009</title><content type='html'>Sometimes God places us in situations just so we can see His power at work. Well, this past weekend was one of those times for me. Frank, Jacob and I went along with our church youth group to Gatlinburg, TN for Resurrection 2009 (a Methodist Youth Retreat). It was our first trip to Resurrection and I wasn't sure what to expect. I had heard some amazing stories, but I still couldn't quite grasp the whole concept. I admit, that when Frank first volunteered us to go, I was more than a little apprehensive. But, as time to go grew closer, I began to get excited about it. By the time we left I was really looking forward to it. Somewhere down deep in my heart, I knew I was going to meet God there. And oh boy, did He ever show up. I can not remember a more amazing time with the Lord. He showed up in full force. His presence was so clear. I'm still reeling from it. And Jacob loved it. He hung on every word. He danced with the band and just "got it." I mean he really "got it."&lt;br /&gt;We had four sessions over the weekend. We started with one session on Friday night shortly after we arrived, Saturday morning and afternoon and a wonderful session Sunday morning complete with Communion. Our youth participated in the serving of Communion. I am so blessed and so touched to have received communion from these amazing kids.&lt;br /&gt;The kids were great - no problems at all. Of course, I think they are a great group of kids regardless. I just love'em all. Of course, I have to tell this . . . us girls had a hard time going into the boys' rooms for our nightly devotions. Those rooms smelled awful! There was a grotesque combined smell of feet and "other body functions" that would knock us down at the door. But, a little Febreeze helped. Needless to say that after devotions, us girls hightailed it back to our sweet smelling girl rooms.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the music was awesome. &lt;a href="http://www.starfieldonline.com"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; band was on stage at every session and the kids went wild. They rushed the stage, they danced, they sang and they truly praised the Lord. &lt;br /&gt;The main speaker was phenomenal. I admit, I had never heard of &lt;a href="http://www.lookadoo.com"&gt;this guy&lt;/a&gt; before, but he really hit home. And, he spoke in such a manner that the kids just &lt;em&gt;got it&lt;/em&gt;. Not to mention that he was hilarious in the process.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't seem to find the words to describe exactly what I brought back with me. There were (literally) thousands of kids there - all of them hanging on the Word of God, praising Him, Glorifying Him - it was one of the most awe inspiring events I've ever been a part of.&lt;br /&gt;Now, heres the trick - it's our responsibility to "keep the fires burning" in our kids. I'm not sure how that will happen, but I am sure that with God in charge it will be done.&lt;br /&gt;So, will we go again to Resurrection - you bet. Jacob asked me Sunday morning, even before we had left Gatlinburg, if we could come back next year. Of course we will. I have a feeling that this is just the beginning of many Resurrection weekends to come.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had some pictures to share, but I left my camera at home. Yeah, I know. That won't happen again. Next year, I'll have lots of pictures and lots more blessings to share.&lt;br /&gt;If you are curious about Resurrection you can visit &lt;a href="http://www.holston.org"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt; and learn all about it. You can also find out how to register your youth to attend Resurrection 2010 which is the 25th anniversary. I highly recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that you are as blessed as I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-7832075332308724973?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/7832075332308724973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=7832075332308724973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/7832075332308724973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/7832075332308724973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2009/01/resurrection-2009.html' title='Resurrection 2009'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-473176709170211524</id><published>2008-12-31T19:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:30:38.924-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!</title><content type='html'>May 2009 bring many blessings, much prosperity, and peace beyond understanding.&lt;br /&gt;God bless and keep you in everything you do.&lt;br /&gt;Let's make 2009 a year for Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christ,&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-473176709170211524?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/473176709170211524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=473176709170211524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/473176709170211524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/473176709170211524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-8714286665448189503</id><published>2008-12-30T12:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T12:34:42.456-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Looking Forward to a Wonderful New Year!!</title><content type='html'>Wow - I can not believe that three months has gone by since I last posted on this blog. Oh, well, not much I can do to change that now - so, I move forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is New Year's Eve. 2009 is just a few hours away. I must admit, thankfully to our gracious Lord, 2008 was rather uneventful. I like uneventful. Turmoil and dissention upset me terribly. Nothin' I hate more than for my nice peaceful boat to get rocked.&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to this new year. I have thoughtfully planned my resolutions for this year. They are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;1st goal - I'm not calling them resolutions. They are goals. I have set myself a few goals for this year. And, I am humbly asking for any and all assistance that anyone would like to give.&lt;br /&gt;2nd goal - I am joining Beth Moore and the LPM team in memorizing scripture this year. BM has asked anyone who wants to join in to memorize two scriptures per month - we check in with each other on the 1st and 15th of each month. How great is that. By the end of the year we will have memorized at least 24 scripture.&lt;br /&gt;3rd goal - Since I have been chosen as Sunday School Superintendent for 2009, I have decided to take this job very seriously and put forth all my effort to help build up our SS program at our church. Our pastor has proclaimed 2009 as a "Year of Evangelism" at our church - so our efforts should go hand in hand. The main here is Glory to God!!!&lt;br /&gt;4th goal - I have got to (GOT TO) stop smoking. That's all I'm going to say about that for now.&lt;br /&gt;5th goal - To be more faithful in my blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for now, these are the goals for my new year. I'm looking forward to input from you. But, please be kind or at least be tactful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you with a terrific 2009. May all of His blessings be yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-8714286665448189503?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/8714286665448189503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=8714286665448189503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/8714286665448189503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/8714286665448189503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2008/12/looking-forward-to-wonderful-new-year.html' title='Looking Forward to a Wonderful New Year!!'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-7841420589596985655</id><published>2008-10-06T19:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T20:16:52.055-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little More than Ramblings'/><title type='text'>A Month Later and a Few Questions</title><content type='html'>I'm loving my job. Praise to the Lord for placing me in a great school with great people to work with. I stay very, very busy though. I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;The last month (since my last post)has been filled with all kinds of things going on. I won't go into a lot of them but those particular incidents have opened up a few questions.&lt;br /&gt;Question #1 - At what point in life does one pass from "Miss" to "Ma'am"? Standing in line at WalMart the other day a fellow behind me says, "Excuse me, Miss." Naturally, I turned around and moved to the side to let him pass. Much to my chagrin, he was not talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;Question #2 - Why is that kids can sit through episode after episode of SpongeBob and Drake and Josh and then watch the reruns of the same episodes but complain when we parents want to watch five minutes of the election coverage? &lt;br /&gt;Question #3 - Why can't that one dirty glass appear in the sink before the dishes are done?&lt;br /&gt;Question #4 - Where do the sock mates really go?&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few things I've been wondering. You can even say that some recent personal events have triggered these questions. I would love to hear some ideas on these important issues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-7841420589596985655?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/7841420589596985655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=7841420589596985655&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/7841420589596985655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/7841420589596985655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2008/10/month-later-and-few-questions.html' title='A Month Later and a Few Questions'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-1494246991183718599</id><published>2008-09-08T21:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T22:07:47.911-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Praise'/><title type='text'>Very Brief Update</title><content type='html'>The last month or so has been a roller coaster ride for me. I can't remember all the tiny little details but here's the nutshell version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 1 - We went to Dollywood for the day. It was a wonderful day and we were absolutely tuckered out when we got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 2 - Back at home, randomly checking voice mail on the home phone gave me a devastating shock. A message from the school board office informed me that I had been transferred to a different school. There was no explanation just the transfer orders. I called my principal to find out what was going on. She informed me it was a mistake and I should report to my regular job on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 4 - First day of school. Went to work at regular school as usual. At about 10:00 a.m. Principal informs me that I have indeed been transferred. Again, devastation and many tears, though not actually in front of anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 5 - No school today (don't know the logic in that) but I went to see my Mom. Needing comfort in regards to my current job status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 6 - Report to new school - 15 miles away from my boy who is still at other school. Right off, I don't like it. Although, the people are very nice and the new Principal tries very hard to make the transition easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed at the new school for the first three weeks of school. I did my job to the best of my ability. I was heartbroken that I was not actually placed in a classroom, but I still worked hard. I heard of another position in another school, right across the street from my old school. So, I applied and waited. The new position is a step up from my old position and is in the middle school. While I waited for a decision to be made, I continued to work at new school. I began to get very discouraged but kept trying to praise my way through it. All during this time, I knew that God was (and is) in control. Never once did I doubt that He had a plan. The discouragement that I was feeling was from the fact that I don't wait very well. Learning about that one.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I got word that the position was mine, but the school board was not filling the position until the yearly budget was submitted and passed. So, again, I waited and watched the papers for confirmation that the budget had passed. Finally, the morning papers flashed a headline that the budget had been submitted but rejected. It had to be submitted again. I thought I would scream - but I kept praising God and relying on Him to put me where He wanted me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So, finally, He gave me the new position. I am now in the 5th grade at the middle school and I LOVE IT. I can take Jacob to school with me in the mornings and a friend picks him up to take him across the street to his school.&lt;br /&gt;The people I work with are great. I'm enjoying all the work (even though it can be hectic at times). It's great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,what did I learn from all this - not much. What did I take from all this - The wonderful, joyous confirmation that My Lord is with me all the time. That He holds me in His hands. That I am precious in His sight and He has great and wonderful plans for me. That I am loved, unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I love to tell the story of my transfer because I can tell how the Lord brought me through it. I love to tell others how faithful God is and that I am living proof of His love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more could a girl want?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-1494246991183718599?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/1494246991183718599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=1494246991183718599&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/1494246991183718599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/1494246991183718599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2008/09/very-brief-update.html' title='Very Brief Update'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-6827164060394908706</id><published>2008-07-29T11:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T11:45:12.581-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>This is some of the thoughts that keep floating through my head. I thought if I wrote them down, maybe I could clear my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week or so has been a little melancholy for me. Last week, after we returned from vacation, I had to go to Virginia for my Aunt Katherine's funeral. My nickname for Aunt Katherine is "Flossy." Only I am allowed to use it. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after I came home from the funeral, I've felt kind of down and out. Yet, I still rejoice in knowing that Flossy is with Jesus and someday, so will I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go back to school next Monday, August 4th. Yes, the 4th!!! I'm looking forward to working again - I really miss my paychecks. But, August 4th is ridiculously early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My seven year old son is obsessed with Jamie Lynn Spears - oh, woe is me!!! Why couldn't he be obsessed with one of those little starlets that has NOT been in the headlines for having a baby at age 16?? Of course, he is only seven and all he sees is the "Zoey 101" show on Nick.&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord, please don't let this be a glimpse into the future of my son. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sweet little lady in our church died Sunday after a long battle with cancer. I wish I had known her better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are on vacation in Shipshewana, Indiana. It's an Amish community. I looked it up on the internet and it looks lovely. Wish I was with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream vacation would be a complete tour of all the Civil War sights in the state of Virginia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to write and publish a book. I'm still praying for the talent to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend too much money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin's son is getting married this weekend in San Antonio, Texas. I would love to go. It would be great to go to the wedding on Saturday, then visit John Hagee's church on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;But, since we have to go back to school on Monday, it's not possible for me to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should take better care of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK - I have wallowed in my own muddy thoughts long enough. I feel better. Thanks for your support!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-6827164060394908706?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/6827164060394908706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=6827164060394908706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/6827164060394908706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/6827164060394908706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2008/07/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-4182313060944519903</id><published>2008-07-22T09:18:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T11:08:24.789-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Back</title><content type='html'>We're back from vacation. Had a wonderful time. Didn't want to come home! We started out in Charleston. It's such a beautiful place. I adore Southern history. I especially love to see places where "The War of Northern Agression" took place. &lt;br /&gt;I would love to see Charleston during a time of the year when it's not 500 DEGREES IN THE SHADE. Maybe late fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/SIXhdDe5E-I/AAAAAAAAAIU/Wtm0RvpZRQg/s1600-h/Vacation+2008+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/SIXhdDe5E-I/AAAAAAAAAIU/Wtm0RvpZRQg/s200/Vacation+2008+024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225830831900660706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/SIXtfZwthvI/AAAAAAAAAJM/6znmQPFuabw/s1600-h/Vacation+2008+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/SIXtfZwthvI/AAAAAAAAAJM/6znmQPFuabw/s200/Vacation+2008+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225844066380252914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course, as usual, I was in the middle of saying something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we moved on to the beach. Love the beach. Don't care for the ocean. Love the beach. As a rule, I don't go into the water above my knees. Frank and Jacob, on the other hand have a crazy desire to stand NECK DEEP in the water. I do not, and never will, share that desire. Guess I've seen too many shark movies. The pool is another story - love the pool. We had a waterpark at our resort too. That was a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/SIXlbf204WI/AAAAAAAAAIc/cePTDrJd3bA/s1600-h/Vacation+2008+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/SIXlbf204WI/AAAAAAAAAIc/cePTDrJd3bA/s200/Vacation+2008+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225835203204014434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/SIXmbWS8Q-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/jB-yUyM5MRI/s1600-h/Vacation+2008+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/SIXmbWS8Q-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/jB-yUyM5MRI/s200/Vacation+2008+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225836300149212130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/SIXsDYxC_sI/AAAAAAAAAI0/JMDZbRaKuAY/s1600-h/Vacation+2008+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/SIXsDYxC_sI/AAAAAAAAAI0/JMDZbRaKuAY/s200/Vacation+2008+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225842485565259458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/SIXspIoZOmI/AAAAAAAAAI8/j1Z7yJoHBmU/s1600-h/Vacation+2008+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/SIXspIoZOmI/AAAAAAAAAI8/j1Z7yJoHBmU/s200/Vacation+2008+064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225843134069029474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob really enjoyed digging in the sand. Don't &lt;em&gt;even &lt;/em&gt;know what he was doing in this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/SIXtE8lv-QI/AAAAAAAAAJE/bLrZTPZz_ps/s1600-h/Vacation+2008+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/SIXtE8lv-QI/AAAAAAAAAJE/bLrZTPZz_ps/s200/Vacation+2008+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225843611873048834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really fun week. Did not want to come home. Oh, said that already.&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's a little glimpse into our vacation. It was a wonderful week. Actually, I don't remember being that relaxed in a long time. Did I mention that I really wasn't ready to come home?&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo - now that I am home - guess it's back to the same old stuff. I'll treasure the memories of that wonderfully relaxed week.(Sigh)&lt;br /&gt;Blessings!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-4182313060944519903?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/4182313060944519903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=4182313060944519903&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/4182313060944519903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/4182313060944519903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2008/07/were-back.html' title='We&apos;re Back'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/SIXhdDe5E-I/AAAAAAAAAIU/Wtm0RvpZRQg/s72-c/Vacation+2008+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-3787016872730720194</id><published>2008-07-04T10:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T10:58:18.657-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughtful Moments'/><title type='text'>True Freedom</title><content type='html'>A quick post for now - more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here watching the local 4th of July parade on television. We are not patriotic enough to actually go downtown and sit in the heat - especially since we can see it so much better here at home in air conditioned comfort.&lt;br /&gt;But, as I sit here watching and listening to the comments from the news people, I again realize the sad state of our country.&lt;br /&gt;Our nation has placed its faith in the human abilities of the military to maintain our freedom. But, the pursuit of True Freedom in Christ has been tossed to the wayside. For those of us who have True Freedom in Christ, we understand the importance of keeping Christ first. We know that accepting Christ as Savior and having a personal relationship with Him is the only TRUE Freedom we can ever have. Freddom in Christ can never be taken away. It doesn't have to continuiously be fought for - once it is received, it is forever.&lt;br /&gt;My heart breaks for our nation. I grieve the fact that Christ is not welcome in so many places and in so many hearts.&lt;br /&gt;So, my prayer, especially on this day is for our nation. I pray that across the US, people will come to realize that the only True Freedom is in Christ. I will continue to pray for our military and the freedom they fight for. But, without Freedom in Christ, there will never be complete freedom in these United States.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-3787016872730720194?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/3787016872730720194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=3787016872730720194&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/3787016872730720194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/3787016872730720194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2008/07/true-freedom.html' title='True Freedom'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-4999077865475540369</id><published>2008-07-02T18:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T19:31:08.731-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little More than Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Whew! What a week . . . and it's only Wednesday!</title><content type='html'>I'm pooped!! This has been a very busy week and it's only Wednesday. I'm needing me a little Beth Moore about right now!&lt;br /&gt;Here's the scoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VBS was a lot of fun. We had 20 children (good number for us) and the youth (well, six of them) were on had to help out. They are an amazing group of teens. They are loving the Lord with all thier hearts.&lt;br /&gt;The kiddoes made some really awesome t-shirts in craft class. They memorized two memory verses and could repeat the stories almost verbatim.&lt;br /&gt;The music was a hit, too. We used the VBS kit from LifeWay, Outrigger Island (incase anyone might recognize it). They loved the songs. We practiced as much as a one day VBS would allow. Then on Sunday, all the kids wanted to perform thier songs (complete with sign language) for the church. It was so wonderful. God was truly present in VBS.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, our church is small but we are big in the LORD!!&lt;br /&gt;After VBS, we headed to a local swimming pool to celebrate my niece, Jane Ann's 3rd birthday. It was hot, but the kiddoes had a blast. And thankfully, pizza was served, so I didn't have to worry about dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, after church, we took Aunt Sharon (aka, Nena) out to lunch for her birthday last week. We started at our favorite italian restaurant here in town. After waiting for one hour to be seated - yes to be seated - we moved to Chili's across the street.&lt;br /&gt;We were seated upon entering and had our food within twenty minutes of pulling into the parking lot. Guess we should have started there.&lt;br /&gt;Then it was home for a much needed Sunday afternoon nap while the guys went to the farm to check on the bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, started out as a usual Monday - dishes, laundry, picking up stuff around the house - you know the drill. Then my Mom called from Virginia (about 35 miles away) to tell me that my Great Aunt Katherine is in the hospital and is not expected to live. So, I take Jacob to stay with Dad while Mom and I go to the hospital. Aunt Katherine is in really bad shape. She is full of fluid, her organs are giving out and she can hardly breathe.&lt;br /&gt;We were there until about 10:00 p.m. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, my Aunt Gloria and I drove 200 miles up into Virginia to pick up my Great Aunt Etta, Aunt Katherine's sister. She wanted to be with Aunt Katherine and can no longer drive. So, over 400 miles in a car was tiring but we really had a good time with Aunt Etta. She told us tales about my mom and her siblings when they were young. She also told me some things about my grandfather whom I never knew because he died when I was four months old. It was so nice.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went back to the hospital to find that Aunt Katherine has been moved from ICU to a private room so the family can be with her. And, much to our amazement, she was awake and breathing somewhat easier. She even perked up enough to recognize each one of us. Then, oh my goodness, then, she told everyone to close our eyes and she prayed a prayer of thanks over all of us there in the room. Talk about feeling the presence of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, again, it started out like any other day . . . until my husband called to tell me that my step-daughter, Amanda was on her way to the emergency room. She was scheduled to have her gall bladder removed in two weeks, but she is in so much pain they are going to take it out tomorrow morning. So, Jacob, Andy (Amanda's husband), Robin (Amanda's Mom) and I sat in the ER waiting room for six hours while they did some tests and tried to find a room for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said - I'm pooped. But, I'll sleep a while tonight and start again tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;Next week - IF all goes well, I will be preparing for our vacation. I am READY. I can hardly wait to hit that beach and just chill out for a few days.  Mmmmm, I can almost smell that ocean air. I might even visit the spa and get myself a massage. I have never had a massage. I have always wanted one but just haven't taken the time. I love to have my back rubbed but that doesn't happen much around here. Oh, Frank is willing - he's just no good at it. I don't get it either. How can such a big strong man have such a soft touch? I like a deep back rub. I want to feel it to the bone. But, when Frank rubs my back, I can barely feel it. It just doesn't make any sense.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it gives me something to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for now, I'm going to rest. See you later.&lt;br /&gt;Blessings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-4999077865475540369?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/4999077865475540369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=4999077865475540369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/4999077865475540369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/4999077865475540369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2008/07/whew-what-week-and-its-only-wednesday.html' title='Whew! What a week . . . and it&apos;s only Wednesday!'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-1987881648668676233</id><published>2008-06-27T23:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T23:35:44.457-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A big weekend</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is going to be a very big day. Our little country church is having a one day Vacation Bible School. We begin at 10:00 and will end somewhere around 3:00. Afterwards we will have a picnic to celebrate. Since our church is so small - we will be lucky to have about 20 kids attending. I know it sounds very small in comparison to other churches - but even with our small numbers - our love for God is BIG!!&lt;br /&gt;My job will be to direct the music. Which is completely hilarious to those who know me. I can't sing!!!! Oh, I love to try - but even my son tells me that he would rather listen to the radio.&lt;br /&gt;So, tonight, my darling Frank brought a projector from his office for me to use with my laptop to project the words to the songs onto a large screen. Isn't he brilliant?&lt;br /&gt;So, (and the kiddoes will thank us) all I have to do is put in the CD and point to the verses. Oh, the joys of technology!!&lt;br /&gt;One of the songs that we will be learning tomorrow is called "Jesus Is"&lt;br /&gt;Not the one you hear on the radio all the time. This one is part of the VBS material that the VBS director purchased.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - I just fell in love with this song. I pray that the kids will like it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chorus is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is Messiah&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is my Savior&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is the promise of our God&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is amazing&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is worth praising&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is the only perfect love&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so glad I know who He is&lt;br /&gt;And I want the whole world to know&lt;br /&gt;Who Jesus is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to sing a little bit of it for you - but, well, you can thank me later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-1987881648668676233?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/1987881648668676233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=1987881648668676233&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/1987881648668676233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/1987881648668676233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2008/06/big-weekend.html' title='A big weekend'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-813922498602124478</id><published>2008-06-18T19:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T19:51:24.462-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little More than Ramblings'/><title type='text'>A Little on the Lonely Side</title><content type='html'>My little sweetie has gone to spend a few days with Granny and Papaw. Needless to say, it is a little quiet around here. Oh, I'm glad he loves to visit his grandparents. That is a very special time for them and I wouldn't take it away from them for anything. So, he can spend the next few days getting spoiled - having his way in everything - eating anything or nothing and having complete control of the remote. What more could a little boy want???&lt;br /&gt;So, today after a visit to my doctor (blood pressure is still elevated), I spent the day window shopping. Well, I actually bought a few things - but mostly I just browsed. It was different - but nice.&lt;br /&gt;I ran into a girlfriend from high school. I dearly love her and it was wonderful to see her and two of her four children. &lt;br /&gt;A funny thing happened to me after I ran into my friend. Karrie has four children (the youngest is three) and is still a size six. I realized just how much I have neglected my health and the condition of my body. Now, I don't want to be a size six, I am much too tall for that (5'9") a size 10 is just fine with me. The problem is that I'm out of shape. Now, Karrie and her twin sister Kellie have always been very conscience of thier health. They have been very active and have always eaten a healthy diet. I have not!&lt;br /&gt;So, I am on the road to a better body and a healthier lifestyle. It'll take a while but so far I'm enjoying it. I'm also hoping that it will help lower my blood pressure.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's just taken me a little longer to understand the consequences of what I do to my body. Oh, well, better late than never.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-813922498602124478?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/813922498602124478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=813922498602124478&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/813922498602124478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/813922498602124478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-on-lonely-side.html' title='A Little on the Lonely Side'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-7375374248118909021</id><published>2008-06-01T20:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T20:47:32.555-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There's No "I" in Steward</title><content type='html'>This morning in church, Preacher really hit some nails right on the head. What an awesome service. Sometimes I just come out of there with my mouth hanging open. All the sermons are wonderful and truly God-inspired, but sometimes they hit a little closer to home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The message today was taken fom Luke 10:25-37, &lt;em&gt;The Parable of the Good Samaritan&lt;/em&gt;. The difference is that Preacher adapted this much taught parable to &lt;em&gt;The Parable of the Good Steward&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;After reading the scripture, Preacher asked us "What makes a good steward?" He explained that Stewardship is: &lt;strong&gt;Using God given abilities for taking care of God given resources for God ordained results.&lt;/strong&gt;  Powerful stuff!!&lt;br /&gt;He then went on to explain that good stewardship really boils down to two things - our heart and our attitude.&lt;br /&gt;At this point in the message, I was beginning to feel it pretty deep. I kept thinking and asking myself "What is my attitude?" Am I a good steward or do I just do things because I know I'm supposed to?" I think I was beginning to squirm a little bit in my seat.&lt;br /&gt;Some of the things that kept going through my mind were, my house is a mess, there are dishes in the sink, laundry that needs to be done, etc. Then, it really began to sink in - Am I the best parent that I can be? Do I truly lead Jacob in the way of Christ? Do I pray over him constantly? Wow - that really began to hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Preacher moved over to the Book of Malachi in the third chapter. This passage teaches on tithing. He asked us "Are you robbing God?" Oh, right in the gut!!! &lt;br /&gt;Here is how it ties in to the passage in Luke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Parable of the Good Samaritan we see three types of people.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. The Robber - This attitude is: What is yours is mine and I'm going to take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Levite/Pharisee - What's mine is mine and I'm going to keep it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The Samaritan - What's mine is yours and I will gladly share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These three represent each of us as stewards to what God has graciously blessed us with. How do we handle it? Do we give with the right heart and attitude? Not just money but our time, our prayers, ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;This one really gave me alot to think about. I have so much to consider. Am I robbing God by being a poor steward over the many blessings He has given me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing in the morning - we start cleaning. Not just because I know it's the right thing to do but because I really feel in my heart that I want to be a good steward. Now, don't get the wrong idea - my flesh is screaming "no, don't make me, the mess really isn't &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; bad - this is summer vacation, chill out." But, my heart is saying, "oh, how nice the house will feel and look - not to mention how pleasing it will be to God that you obey Him." So, which one do you think I should follow - my flesh or my heart? I choose to follow my heart because that is where God is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for being a good steward over Jacob - well that will take more than a few days to ensure. I can get the house cleaned in a few days - but Jacob will require the rest of my life - and I gladly give it. After all, he is the greatest resource God has entrusted me with. Oh, it's an awesome responsibility but I'm up for the job. It should be a grand adventure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-7375374248118909021?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/7375374248118909021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=7375374248118909021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/7375374248118909021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/7375374248118909021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2008/06/theres-no-i-in-steward.html' title='There&apos;s No &quot;I&quot; in Steward'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-3068542551199446772</id><published>2008-05-29T17:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T18:41:29.328-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing Stuff'/><title type='text'>On the Blog Again.</title><content type='html'>Well, for anyone who may be lurking out there - I did not fall off the face of the earth. Although, there were a few times over the past few weeks that I would have gladly jumped.&lt;br /&gt;So much has been going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last two weeks of school was jam-packed with activities. I went on four field trips in five days (with a pounding headache that would not go away). I was scheduled to go on one more but my blood pressure hit the roof so Dr. Principal sent me home instead. Thank the Good Lord she did. I went to my doctor to try to get something (anything) that would get rid of that blasted headache and discovered that I am in stage 1 of hypertension. The doc can't seem to connect the "why" dots to tell me that one particular thing or another actually caused this condition. A great deal of it is heredity. (Thanks Mom, lol) Nah, there are several factors. No matter what the cause, I have to deal with it now. Good news is that the headache if gone. The BP is still high. It's going down, but still not low enough.&lt;br /&gt;So, the last day of school was Friday, May 23rd. Jacob and I have been resting - alot - this week. I have done very little this week. Doctor's orders. I've also been trying to watch what I eat - stay away from caffeine - stay away from sodas (oh, my beloved Pepsi) - and get plenty of rest. I have been instructed to begin some kind of regular exercise. I love to walk but even that can get boring. I wish we lived in a place where Jacob and I could ride bikes without having to haul them somewhere to do so. The road we live on is much too busy.&lt;br /&gt;Oh,well. We'll do something. Maybe I'll get us a badmitton set. That would be fun.&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to a fun and happy summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first year at the elementary school was great. I worked with some wonderful people. Having great people to work with sure makes going to work every day a lot easier. I count all my new friends as blessings. God is truly good!&lt;br /&gt;My prayer is that each one has a wonderful, safe and fun summer. I'll look forward to seeing them in the fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-3068542551199446772?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/3068542551199446772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=3068542551199446772&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/3068542551199446772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/3068542551199446772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2008/05/on-blog-again.html' title='On the Blog Again.'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-7676871323759723421</id><published>2008-04-17T21:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T22:25:02.694-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughtful Moments'/><title type='text'>Just Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I just read my cousin Selina's blog entry for this week. Her post made me think about a few things. You can read her blog &lt;a href="http://http://www.xanga.com/slinkyg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our kiddoes at school have been in state testing this week. It is a very stressful time for teachers and students. But, praise the Lord, it is over until next spring. The kids can relax and tomorrow they get to relax, have a day of celebration complete with snacks (provided by the teachers) and a good movie to end the week. They have worked very hard and deserve a day to chill.&lt;br /&gt;During the testing, we are not allowed to help them in any way. We aren't allowed to talk to them and we aren't supposed to move around the classroom. So, I found it a great time to catch up on some Bible study. I receive "In Touch" magazine each month (from Dr. Charles Stanley). It has some awesome articles and a daily study included. I just love it. And, it's free. If you are interested, simply go to &lt;a href="http://www.intouchministries.org"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; website and sign up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our school year is quickly coming to a close. Our last day is May 23rd. We have so many things going on in May that we really won't have that many learning days during that time. &lt;br /&gt;Jacob and I are looking forward to our summer break. This will be my first summer in several years that I won't be babysitting. This summer is dedicated to me and Jacob. We are going to just hang out - go to the park - swim - visit the zoo - what ever we think might be fun.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just looking forward to having some time with my son.&lt;br /&gt;Makes me aware of how God feels about me. I'm sure there are too many days that I gety caught up in busy-ness of the day and God says that He is looking forward to having some time with me. On most days, I squeeze in time when I can - pray throughout the day and end up with a slightly empty feeling. Which is why my number one goal for this summer is to have real quality time each morning with my Lord. Everything else will have to wait - the house, laundry, etc. All that will still be there but I am going to have my morning coffee with God. I can hardly wait. For now, I'll keep squeezing out those precious moments every chance I get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-7676871323759723421?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/7676871323759723421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=7676871323759723421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/7676871323759723421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/7676871323759723421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-thoughts.html' title='Just Thoughts'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-2617918371440305213</id><published>2008-03-30T22:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T23:07:13.303-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughtful Moments'/><title type='text'>Character Counts</title><content type='html'>This week, my good friend, Vickie asked me to write a character letter for her. She needed a few letters to let the judge in her upcoming hearing know what a good person and upstanding citizen she is.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the nutshell version:  a few weeks ago Vickie was on her way to work, it was a Friday. She was going along, happy and content, looking forward to her day and the upcoming weekend. Suddenly, the car in front of her stopped and she hit it with her car. No one was hurt, but the police were called. While the officer took all the info from the other drive, Vickie waited in her car and drank part of a Mt. Dew (that was all she had to eat or drink at that point). When the officer asked her to step out, she felt dizzy and staggered a bit. The officer asked her if she had been drinking - at 7:30 AM - of course she said no. &lt;br /&gt;Let me interject here, Vickie has never drank, never even as much as tried a cigarette, does not swear (never has). She is the Lay Leader in our church, the Sunday School superintendent, works with the youth, serves on various committees, takes care of her aging parents, goes to the mission fields once a year - the list is endless. She is an awesome person and love God!! That's why when she called to tell me this story - I laughed uncontrollably. I asked her three different times how long it took her to make up this story - she literally had to convince me that it really did happen. I mean - this is Vickie for pete's sake!!&lt;br /&gt;Continue story - Vickie was still a little bit on the unsteady side so the police officer made her take a sobriety test - right there on the side of the street near her office. She did not pass - oh, she did the finger-to-your-nose part o.k. it was the heel-to-toe backwards part that tripped her up (no pun intended).&lt;br /&gt;So, the officer hand-cuffed her and took her to the hospital for a blood test; then on to city jail for booking. Yep, mug shots, fingerprint, the whole ball of wax. &lt;br /&gt;Vickie was mortified. She had to sit in a jail cell for three hours before her parents could bail her out.&lt;br /&gt;So, now she had to appear in court with her attorney to try to straighten this mess out.&lt;br /&gt;We have all had a fun time with it - Vickie has made fun of herself and has really taken the whole thing in stride. &lt;br /&gt;So, when she asked me to write a letter of character for her, I was honored that she would ask me. I gladly wrote her a glowing letter, telling all the wonderful things about her that I could think of. I used lots of lovely words and phrases - I meant them all - but I wanted to be sure that whomever read the letter could know what I know about my friend.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I began to think - what kind of character letter could be written about me? What if I needed a letter of character from God - what could He write about for me? &lt;br /&gt;Would he say that I have been a "good and faithful servant?" Would he say that I am always there for His children? What would He write? &lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid it would be a terribly short letter. So, this experience has made me ponder my character. I need to pay closer attention to the tiny, itsy-bitsy details - you know, the ones that really matter? &lt;br /&gt;If God were to write a character letter for you - what would He write?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-2617918371440305213?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/2617918371440305213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=2617918371440305213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/2617918371440305213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/2617918371440305213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2008/03/character-counts.html' title='Character Counts'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-2259989916484881153</id><published>2008-03-24T17:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T18:14:27.650-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Easter 2008</title><content type='html'>Our Easter Sunday was a very pleasant one, indeed. We began our day with a wonderful church service about our Savior and what He did for us. Glory!!!! Immediately following the service, we had two baptisms - how great is that???&lt;br /&gt;Then we drove 45 minutes to be with our family (my Mom's side) and to eat a most scrumptious meal prepared by some of the South's finest cooks. One thing we can do and do well in our family is cook (and eat). We love us some delicious ham and sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes,corn pudding, green beans, deviled eggs AND pickled eggs. Then we had banana pudding, lemon cheesecake and (my favorite) Dump Cake, hot out of the oven. O-mi-gosh is it wonderful!!! That's not all we had - just the best part!!&lt;br /&gt;Now, on Daddy's side of the family, we cheated a little bit. You see, Daddy's sisters are not what you might call, uh, cooks. They just didn't take to it like Mom's sisters did. So, we all agreed to meet at this wonderful family style restaurant on Saturday to celebrate Easter together. The restaurant is a local favorite and is run by Mennonites. We sat at this huge table and were served our food as if we were at someones home. Big bowls of corn, beans, carrot souffle, cabbage, gravy, pickled green tomatoes, mashed potatoes, country ham, fried chicken and deep fried catfish. Yum-O!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell, the last few days of life around here have been centered around a table full of food. 'Tis true! But, even though we have gathered with loved ones around these wonderful meals, the focus of our celebrations was not lost. We gave much thanks to our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ for His sacrifice and for His gift of salvation that none of us truly deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my prayer for each of you is that you have enjoyed a joyous Easter which includes full bellies and even fuller spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you and let us celebrate Easter every day this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-2259989916484881153?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/2259989916484881153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=2259989916484881153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/2259989916484881153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/2259989916484881153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-2008.html' title='Easter 2008'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-6207115468895204421</id><published>2008-03-08T08:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T09:10:30.528-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life is A Soap Opera'/><title type='text'>Conversation with a Fourth Grader</title><content type='html'>This is a conversation I had with one of my fourth graders this week.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In the hallway as the fourth grade was changing classes, Jay, a freckled face, red cheeked boy, walked up to me with a wide grin plastered across his face. I could tell he was bursting to tell me something. This is how it went. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay:  "Hi, Mrs. B. Guess what."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "Jay, I can't begin to guess, why don't you tell me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay:  "Casey said she would go out with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me(taken aback a bit): "She did? Well now, just where are you going?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay(obviously perlexed) "What do you mean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Where will you two be going?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: "I don't know what you mean, but she said she would go out with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "I understand that, but you haven't told me where you will be going."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: "Nowhere."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "Oh, then how will you be going out if you aren't actually going anywhere?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: "We are just going out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Right, but &lt;em&gt;where&lt;/em&gt; will you be going?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: "I told you, we are just going out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "So, you don't have a special place in mind?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: "A special place for what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "To take Casey out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: "I'm not going to take her anywhere."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Then, how is that you will be going out if you aren't going to go somewhere?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time, Jay was obviously confused and somewhat defused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: "Mrs. B, I don't know what you are talking about, but Casey is going out with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Jay, maybe you should explain that to me. If you aren't actually going to go somewhere, how can you possibly be going out?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: "We just are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, it was time to go to class. As he walked away, Jay sadly shook his head. Talking with another boy, he looked back at me and said . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay(to other boy) "I feel sorry for Mrs. B., she has never gone out with anybody."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: "How do you know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: "I was just talking to her and she doesn't even know what 'going out' means."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: "Man, that's really sad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: "Yeah, I wonder if her husband knows?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, all I could do is return to my math class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-6207115468895204421?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/6207115468895204421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=6207115468895204421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/6207115468895204421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/6207115468895204421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2008/03/conversation-with-fourth-grader.html' title='Conversation with a Fourth Grader'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-4740086061946871504</id><published>2008-02-24T23:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T23:37:59.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Whatever you do for one of the least of these . . ."</title><content type='html'>I rejoice in the love of my Savior Jesus Christ yet my heart is heavy. &lt;br /&gt;This burden on my heart is for the children I am blessed to work with each day at our school.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the short version . . . our community is by no means a wealthy community. Our school is full of children with many needs. However, there are several children that have absolutely captured my heart and fill my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;There are four children within our school - two are sisters, two are brother and sister and then there is the other boy. Three families living in one run down old house. 13 children in all living together. There is reason to believe the adults are into drugs and possibly prostitution. The kids come to school dirty, often smelling as if they have not had a bath in days. Thier clothes are pitiful and desperately needing to be washed. Several churches and other organizations in the area bought new clothes, shoes and coats for all the children at Christmas and provided groceries along with a special holiday meal. It is rumored that the shoes and coats were sold. There is no proof other than none of the children have been seen wearing any of the new items.&lt;br /&gt;Authorities have been called - repeatedly. Reports have been filed - you name it - it's been done. But, no action has been taken. One of the kids came to school with still bleeding wounds from a bicycle wreck the day before - no one bothered to clean or bandage his wounds. His teacher did it - the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;I desperately want to scoop these children up and bring them home with me. I want to give them a bath, dress them in decent clothes, give them a hearty meal and a clean bed. I want to love on them and let them know that someone really cares. But, I can't do that. So, I love on them as much as the law will allow while I'm in the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;Now, those of you who have worked in the public school system much longer than I might have developed a tolerance for this type of situation. I beg you to let down your guard and let your heart ache for these kids. Love them like Jesus. Lift them up in prayer - intercede on thier behalf. If we, as children of God, do not, then who?&lt;br /&gt;In Matthew 25:40, Jesus says, &lt;em&gt;"I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The law might limit what I can do physically for these children - but it can not limit how much I can pray for them.&lt;br /&gt;Keep them in your prayers. An old song keeps going through my mind - some of you might remember it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bless the Beasts and the Children&lt;br /&gt;For in this world&lt;br /&gt;They have no voice&lt;br /&gt;They have no choice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they don't have a choice right now - but if they can begin to see the love of Jesus, then they will have choices they have never dreamed of.&lt;br /&gt;Keep them in your prayers, siestas. Together, we can be thier voice.&lt;br /&gt;God bless you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-4740086061946871504?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/4740086061946871504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=4740086061946871504&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/4740086061946871504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/4740086061946871504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2008/02/whatever-you-do-for-one-of-least-of.html' title='&quot;Whatever you do for one of the least of these . . .&quot;'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-4169823763900849974</id><published>2008-02-15T20:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T20:36:15.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little catching up</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted anything in such a long time, I don't know if I can get caught up or not.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, February 14, 2008, my darling Frank and I celebrated our 10th wedding anniversary. What a wonderful 10 years it has been. What a blessing he is to me. He is absolutely the best person I know.&lt;br /&gt;In honor of our anniversay and Valentine's Day, Frank sent me the most beautiful basket of roses to school. Now, this may not be such a big deal to many of you wives out there - but for me, it was a wonderful surprise. Frank isn't a flower-sender-kind-of-husband. He is far more practical and would rather buy me something useful. Which is o.k. with me - but it was a beautiful gesture and I absolutely wallowed in it all day long.&lt;br /&gt;Over the last few weeks, we have all had "the crud." I can't really say it was one thing or the other - just cruddy, junk to make us feel awful. We've had the sniffles, the sneezes, the coughs, the headaches, the congestion, the runny noses, the watery eyes, the tummy aches, the nausea, the body aches and of course, all that is accompanied by the grumbles - not all at once, but any combination of the aforementioned on varying days or nights. But, we have all kept on keeping on. &lt;br /&gt;It's not just my little family - the school is full of the same stuff going on with staff as well as students. Just that time of year, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;That is the "nutshell" version of what has been going on. A whole lot of nothing. I am looking forward to the coming month - I love the Easter Season. I love to read and re-read the story of the crucifixion and ponder the unfathomable love that my Jesus has for me. I will probably sit up late a night or two, or three, to watch The Passion of the Christ and cry until I can not cry anymore. I haven't allowed Jacob to watch that movie yet. I don't think he is old enough to understand besides, he can't read the subtitles well enough just yet. But, in a few years, I hope to sit with him and watch it together. I pray it touches him in the same way it does me and causes his heart to ache for more Jesus. I pray that he will yearn for Jesus and seek Him in everything he will ever do.&lt;br /&gt;But, for now, we'll read together from the Holy Word. I just love the Easter Season. I love the spirit of renewal and rebirth. But, isn't it amazing that God's mercies are fresh every day - we don't have to wait for a season in the year. We can start fresh with God every day.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my Lord, You are amazing and I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-4169823763900849974?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/4169823763900849974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=4169823763900849974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/4169823763900849974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/4169823763900849974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2008/02/little-catching-up.html' title='A little catching up'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-5616383152424676983</id><published>2008-01-20T19:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T20:15:20.644-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sweet Sunday</title><content type='html'>When we left for church this morning, the temperature was 15 degrees! Needless to say, it was not a day for a cute skirt - it was a pants day!! But, I love cold weather for the simple reason that I love to be warm and snuggly at home with my family and all that God has blessed us with.&lt;br /&gt;We had a great Sunday School class too. Our class is the adult group that doesn't necessarily fit in with the "young adults" nor do we fit in with the "older adults." The sweet little lady who keeps the attendance records handed us our book this morning and we noticed that she had written "Middle Age Group" on the front. Well, we all got a big kick out of that one. My best friend, Lezley is in there and she is only 29 years old. Then, there is Rosie, who is only 27. So, we teased them a little bit - saying that if they are "middle age" then they are only not going to be here on earth very long. Like I said, we were teasing, because in truth, none of us has the promise of the next breath. We all look forward to the moment when our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ returns to take us home - and that could be any moment.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, me, being me - decided that we need a different title for our ecclectic little group. So, we came up with "The Misfits." We like that title for it's humor value. &lt;br /&gt;Then, during the sermon - our pastor delivered the second part of the sermon he gave last Sunday. This week the title was "What does God do with Dead Batteries?" It was so good. It really made me think about my walk. Am I doing all that I am supposed to be doing in God's Name? Do I witness as I should? Do I support my church family? Do I reach out to the needy? These are just a few of the thoughts I had as I listened. &lt;br /&gt;After the service, we had our montly "Birthday/Anniversary Lunch." On the third Sunday of each month, we have a potluck lunch after church to celebrate that month's birthdays and anniversaries. It's a lot of fun. One good thing is, if it is your birthday or anniversary month, you don't have to cook - just enjoy!! During the lunch, I looked around the room at those people who have been serving in our church for many years. I thought about the sermon and those people that have certainly shown that they are not "dead batteries" for God.  First, there is Miss Jean. She is 75 years old and has more energy than I do most of the time. She teaches Sunday School (my Jacob is in her class), she is the leader for the younger youth group (ages 5-11), she cleans the church every week, she attends committee meetings, she takes food to the shut-ins and the sick, the list is endless. But, she never complains - she never stops. Miss Jean is an awesome example. Miss Liz has hearing difficulties but plays the piano every Sunday. She directs the youth choir and all the plays. Miss Dorothy is the treasurer and can tell you how every single penny is spent. She is the most thorough book keeper I have ever known. Wayne can spend an entire day mowing and trimming the grounds. He loves to make everything look beautiful. These are just a few of the wonderful people that I look up to. But, they are "doing!" They are in God's service and they never tire. They don't ask for anything in return nor do they want any recognition. Aren't those examples of what we are supposed to be doing? Aren't we supposed to go out and "do" in God's name? As children of God, we are supposed to do everything in God's name. Isn't that how we show God's love by doing for others with love? I so want to be a light for God. I hope that God's love shines through me in the things I do for Him and His children. I try to always keep God in the middle of everything - my home, my family, my work, my friends - even mundane activities such as grocery shopping, running errands - everything.&lt;br /&gt;My prayer is: &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Father, let me be a vessel for You. I pray Your Light will shine through me. Let me go out and do all things in Your name and for Your glory.&lt;br /&gt;In Jesus' Name,&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-5616383152424676983?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/5616383152424676983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=5616383152424676983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/5616383152424676983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/5616383152424676983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2008/01/sweet-sunday.html' title='A Sweet Sunday'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-5705374989551631149</id><published>2008-01-17T20:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T20:21:19.784-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Great Day'/><title type='text'>Sledding Counts as Aerobic Exercise</title><content type='html'>We woke up this morning to a beautiful winter wonderland. Everything was white. It was magnificent. I snuggled into my warm bed feeling as if God had covered us in a white blanket while we slept. So cozy.&lt;br /&gt;The schools were closed today, so Jacob and I had the day off. We just enjoyed the morning doing, pretty much, nothing. I just love sitting in my fluffy pink bathrobe drinking coffee on a cold morning. I love to have the moment to be thankful for all that I've been given.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, around noon, Jacob and I bundled up and headed out into the snow. We have the "perfect" hill for sledding behind our house. So, we climbed the hill about a dozen times and swooshed back down to the bottom. Before today, I knew I am out of shape - but today proved just how out of shape I really am. My treadmill will be my best friend from now on! I was huffing and puffing - my heart was pounding and, well, you get the picture. But, did we have fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then, we had a snowball fight and ended our time outside building a cute little snow man in the front yard. He is waving to the traffic going by.&lt;br /&gt;So, we came inside, changed into some dry clothes and headed to the library. What a wonderful day. &lt;br /&gt;I am so blessed. I'm also beginning to get a little sore. But, that's o.k. I wouldn't have it any other way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-5705374989551631149?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/5705374989551631149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=5705374989551631149&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/5705374989551631149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/5705374989551631149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2008/01/sledding-counts-as-aerobic-exercise.html' title='Sledding Counts as Aerobic Exercise'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-2830887725373615197</id><published>2008-01-13T18:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T19:33:56.920-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God is Good'/><title type='text'>A Fight for A Blessing</title><content type='html'>Ya'll - the devil was in my face this morning. But, it didn't do him any good. He tried so hard to keep me out of church - it isn't funny how hard he tried.&lt;br /&gt;As if I haven't been dealing with enough over the last few days - but isn't that when he likes to try to get us. Too bad - My Lord and Savior won!! I was at church and I got my blessing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how it all happened - &lt;br /&gt;Jacob has been sick (you knew that)so, this morning, Frank and I decided that he would stay home with Jacob so I could go to church. He's a sweetie!!&lt;br /&gt;So, I got up, made the coffee, had to iron my clothes and then jumped in the shower. At this point, all is well - HA! So, while I'm in the shower, I dropped my sponge. I bent over to retrieve it before all the body wash was rinsed out of it when BAM! I smacked my head on the side of the shower stall and nearly knocked myself out! I hit that bone right under the eyebrow - you know, directly above the eye - OUCH!! But, I saved that sponge and the soap. &lt;br /&gt;Once I got my senses back, I just looked heavenward and said, "O.K. Lord, I need a little help here." So, after my near death shower - I get dressed and head to the kitchen for a fresh cup of coffee. So, I got my coffee in my favorite "I Love Lucy" cup and I head into the bathroom to put on my makeup when my coffee splashes over the side of the cup on runs down the front of my shirt and my pants. I decided right then and there that I was not going to let the devil win that I was going to church even if I had a knot on my head and coffee stains down my front. &lt;br /&gt;So, I finished getting ready and I head off to church. Now, our church is less than half a mile from our house but, I was late. I didn't care - I was still in time for Sunday School. I ran into our pastor in the hallway and I told him how I had fought to be there this morning. I also told him that I came for a blessing and I wasn't leaving until I got it.&lt;br /&gt;Well, God is good!! Because the sermon our pastor gave this morning was just exactly what I needed to hear. It was awesome. He preached on "Recharging our Spiritual Batteries." I really needed to hear that for more reasons than one. And, let me tell you - the devil has pretty much left me alone for the rest of the day. Praise the Lord!! Now, I know he's lurking and he'll be back - but today's victory belongs to Jesus!!&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few points that our pastor made this morning. I thought you might enjoy them, too.&lt;br /&gt;1. We need to be honest with ourselves. We need to ask, "what is the problem?" "Am I not serving?" "Is something missing?"&lt;br /&gt;2. Take a Spiritual Inventory. Make a connection with God. Have a Spiritual Cleansing - truly repent.&lt;br /&gt;3. Make a committment. Find Christian fellowship and worship, truly worship God. Get involved in the House of God.&lt;br /&gt;4. Express your faith through witness and ministry. Ask, "Am I just taking up space in God's House?" Even the "little" jobs are big in the eyes of God.&lt;br /&gt;Go out in God's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that awesome? I think so. It was really what I needed to hear. I feel so much better. Praise God - His timing is always great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Siestas - I hope you have received a blessing from this post - I know I certainly received my blessing today. Even if I did have to fight for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christ,&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-2830887725373615197?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/2830887725373615197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=2830887725373615197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/2830887725373615197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/2830887725373615197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2008/01/fight-for-blessing.html' title='A Fight for A Blessing'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-2999551206990199794</id><published>2008-01-12T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T20:34:07.237-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing Stuff'/><title type='text'>The "Blah's"</title><content type='html'>For the last few days, I have had the "blah's." I don't have any energy - I just want to either just sit around or sleep. I have to make myself get up and go. Even my appetite seems to be gone. I just feel "blah."&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it's the whole "after Christmas" time that is getting me down. I can't pinpoint a specific reason for feeling low. I did have the flu from Christmas until New Years but I'm over that. Jacob has walking pneumonia right now, though. He's in pretty good spirits considering he isn't allowed to do all the fun weekend things he usually does - like go to the farm with his Dad - ride his 4-wheeler - play with his buddy Samuel - you know that kind of stuff little boys love to do on the weekend. Bless his little heart, he has really been a trooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been entertaining the idea of continuing on with my education. Should I apply to Grad school or not? Should I just be happy to have a job in the school system? Which by the way, I love my job but the money is TERRIBLE and I only get to work part time - full time is not an option. &lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do. If I were to go on to Grad school and possible get a teaching job or even better a librarian job - then I would be able to earn more than three times what I earn right now. But, I would be obligated to things that would require much more of my time - such as lesson plans, parent-teacher meeting - after school meetings, just to name a few. Then there is the whole continuing education process that all teachers must maintain throughout thier careers.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well - I just don't know!!&lt;br /&gt;Your prayers are greatly appreciated and desperately needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a great week. Blessings to each of you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-2999551206990199794?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/2999551206990199794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=2999551206990199794&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/2999551206990199794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/2999551206990199794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2008/01/blahs.html' title='The &quot;Blah&apos;s&quot;'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-78251864391612348</id><published>2008-01-06T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T20:55:49.226-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing Stuff'/><title type='text'>A Little Talk with Jesus</title><content type='html'>I had a wonderful time with God yesterday. The guys were at the farm all day, so I had some time alone with God. It was wonderful. There has been so much stuff going on lately that my "talk time with God" has dwindled. So, we talked, laughed, talked some more, I cried - alot - and we talked even more. It was the best day. I had some very deep issues that I had been holding on to. So, I just let it all out. I cried out to the Lord and He heard me. I felt His presence in a way that I haven't felt in quite a while. I've missed that feeling. I hope not to let so much stuff get in the way again.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to share that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-78251864391612348?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/78251864391612348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=78251864391612348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/78251864391612348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/78251864391612348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2008/01/little-talk-with-jesus.html' title='A Little Talk with Jesus'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-3238134509307718311</id><published>2008-01-01T20:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T20:46:06.547-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little More than Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Looking for a simpler 2008</title><content type='html'>You won't find any New Year's Resolutions here!! Let's just get that out there and on the table. Resolutions are fine for those of you who can actually keep them. As for me - resolutions tend to be short lived.&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided to set myself some goals for 2008. Goals I can live with and possibly, actually, maybe achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the short list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Clean out that front room that has served as storage for the past few years and make a beautiful sitting room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2a. Clean out ALL the closets and give away (or otherwise get rid of) anything and everything that is not used, worn or in some other way useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2b. Get rid of everything that is not in use or hasn't been worn in the last year. (Even if it's not in a closet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Drink more water - which really translates to Drink less Pepsi. Oh, how I love my Pepsi. Remember these are just goals - nothing is set in stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Eat more fresh fruits and vegetables. My doctor added this one. I don't remember asking him for imput on my blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said - these are goals - not resolutions. I give myself the entire year to work on these goals. I don't want to set myself up for failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love the idea of a new year - a clean slate - fresh, clean pages on a brand new calender just waiting for me to fill it in.&lt;br /&gt;I love starting a new journal. There is so much to look forward to. God is so good to give us a fresh new year - just as He gives us a new day only on a bigger scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of 2008, I hope to have a simpler way of living in place. I hope my home will be full of "less" and more focused on the really important things. With less things to distract me (us), there will be more room for God. That is what I REALLY want - MORE GOD.&lt;br /&gt;Less stuff - More God. Sounds like a plan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-3238134509307718311?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/3238134509307718311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=3238134509307718311&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/3238134509307718311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/3238134509307718311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2008/01/looking-for-simpler-2008.html' title='Looking for a simpler 2008'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-1693395180323867969</id><published>2007-12-31T17:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T17:07:09.018-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!</title><content type='html'>Just a quick post to wish everyone a wonderful New Year!! My prayer is that each of you will have a joyous and prosperous 2008. I pray for your good health and that you will experience God in every moment of every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless you - from our house to yours!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-1693395180323867969?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/1693395180323867969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=1693395180323867969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/1693395180323867969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/1693395180323867969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-118707542141168596</id><published>2007-12-26T18:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T19:21:02.403-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Our Christmas</title><content type='html'>Well, another Chistmas has come and gone. Of course, the Spirit of Christmas is alive and well in our daily lives - PTL!!&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I am glad that all the rushing around is over. I am so exhausted by Christmas day that I usually don't enjoy it as much as I could. Yesterday, at my parents house, I fell asleep on the couch. I was a bit embarrassed but I just couldn't help it. Thankfully, the family was very understanding and didn't chastise me for it. They were also very merciful and didn't do anything mean to me while I lay there. LOL But, we had been running for several days doing the family things. My little guy had a birthday last Friday (the 21st). He was 7 years old. I can hardly believe he is 7 already. So, we went out to dinner and then had family over for cake and ice cream. Saturday morning we headed to my sister-in-law's house (2 hours away) for her family get-together. We got home at 2:00 a.m. on Sunday morning. Missed church. Then, I had to do some last minute shopping and hit the grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;Monday, we had to drive to my aunt's house for lunch with my Dad's side of the family, back home for Christmas Eve with Frank's family. Of course, then I had to come home to fix things for the next morning (Santa). So, on Christmas morning, I got up early to start preparing my food items to take to my parents house. Meanwhile, the kids came over to open gifts with us and have breakfast. They don't go to my parents with us anymore - they have grown up and flown the coop. So, we were at my parents (45 minutes away) by 12:30 for lunch. I was in such a tizzy I forgot one of my Mom's gifts and the plate of deviled eggs I had prepared. See what I mean??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, don't get me wrong, we had a wonderful Christmas. Jacob really hit the motherlode in toys. Plus, Granny and Papaw bought him a new bicycle. Last year, they bought him a four-wheeler. I warned them about buying vehicle-type gifts for him - when he is 16 he will expect a new car. LOL&lt;br /&gt;But, I am really glad that he enjoyed himself so much. He went to the jewelry store with his Daddy to buy me a beautiful silver bracelet. The links are hearts and each heart has a letter spelling M-O-M. I love it. But, what I really enjoyed about it was the excitement on his face as he gave it to me. He was so proud and could hardly wait for me to get it open. It was a very sweet moment, for me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;My darling husband purchased himself a Christmas gift - well for both of us - a new truck. He deserves it - he works hard and the old truck was 12 years old. Definately time for a new one.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that catches everyone up on the last few days. It has been a whirlwind of activity and personally, I am glad to have the next few days to chill. I received a couple of new books and a copy of the Archealogical Bible. So, I've got me some good reading ahead of me. Tonight, I am going to watch all three dvd's of the television epic - John Jake's "North and South." It just don't get much better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope ya'll had a great Christmas!! Let me know how it went for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-118707542141168596?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/118707542141168596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=118707542141168596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/118707542141168596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/118707542141168596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2007/12/our-christmas.html' title='Our Christmas'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-3110749341797138494</id><published>2007-12-08T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T23:38:39.202-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We got elfed!!</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas from our family to yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check us out &lt;a href="http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=1252084494"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-3110749341797138494?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/3110749341797138494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=3110749341797138494&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/3110749341797138494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/3110749341797138494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2007/12/we-got-elfed.html' title='We got elfed!!'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-3599182019305359584</id><published>2007-12-08T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T22:52:10.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess I should start decorating for Christmas</title><content type='html'>I am so ashamed to admit this - but I have not started my Christmas shopping yet. Yes, I know how that sounds and I definately know what that says about me. Nevertheless, it is the truth. Sadly, I just haven't been in the mood. This is a very unusual thing for me - every year, I get so excited over Christmas and all the little details that surround it. But, this year, I just haven't been able to get myself excited over it.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is, until tonight. Tonight, our church had the annual "Secret Pal Dinner." Each year, the women of the church put our names into a basket, then draw one out. We keep it secret (hence, Secret Pals, duh)and send cards, remember birthdays, anniversaries or other special occasions and of course, the holidays throughout the year. It's really alot of fun. Then, on the first Saturday in December, we have our annual dinner. The men cook the dinner and we have a program, then reveal our Secret Pals and exchange gifts. It's a wonderful occasion.&lt;br /&gt;Now, to be truthful - this morning, I was dreading the whole thing. I just didn't want to go. And, I had not purchased my Pal's gift until today. But, I did a quick trip to the mall this morning and found a beautiful red, silk pajama set and a soft robe to match. I bought her some fuzzy slippers and wrapped it all up in a pretty bag with a big gold bow. Yet, I still wasn't in the mood for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;UNTIL - during the program at the dinner - a friend of mine stood up and read the story of Christ's birth from the book of Luke. As Terri read, suddenly, my spirits began to lift and I began to look forward to preparing for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;You see, it hit me - the shopping, the decorating, the baking, the wrapping - all of this is a gift of sorts. It is my gift to my family. The things that I do every year to get ready are as much a gift as the presents I buy. These are the things that make Christmas time feel like Christmas time at our house. In doing all of these things, I can help make a way to bring the true meaning into the season.&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me, or do you get the feeling that God is smiling down, saying, "Now you get it." &lt;br /&gt;Maybe, I'm just crazy - but that's what happened. And, I feel more like getting ready for Christmas. So, tomorrow after church, the three of us are having a decorating party at our house. Frank and Jacob are in charge of getting the tree up and we will all decorate it together. I will bring out the Christmas linen and the Christmas dishes to use for the next few weeks. The lights will go in all the windows and the wreath on the door. My collection of Christmas carolers will come out of the closet and the stockings will be hung on the mantle. Then, tomorrow night, after dinner - we will all sit in the light of the tree and maybe watch Polar Express for the umteenth time (and love every minute of it.)&lt;br /&gt;Another one of my favorite Christmas movies is The Bishop's Wife (with Cary Grant) so that is a possibility.&lt;br /&gt;But, it all sounds so wonderful now. I am actually looking forward to some serious shopping this week.&lt;br /&gt;God is so cool. I am always amazed at His ways. I am so blessed to have a Heavenly Father who loves me and never gives up on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way - what are your favorite Christmas movies?? I would love to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings, &lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-3599182019305359584?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/3599182019305359584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=3599182019305359584&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/3599182019305359584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/3599182019305359584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2007/12/guess-i-should-start-decorating-for.html' title='Guess I should start decorating for Christmas'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-3933899754092145879</id><published>2007-11-23T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T21:02:53.568-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And now, on to Christmas!!</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving was a blast! The weather was cold and dreary outside - but the atmosphere was warm and cheery inside. The food was wonderful - Paula Deen didn't have anything on us yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;We ventured all the way next door to Frank's Aunt Sharon's house. Forty-six of Tennessee's finest graced our table(s). The kiddoes had a blast playing outside - even though the high was 44 degrees. Of course, Jacob managed to fall into the creek along the edge of the yard. And, of course, he was wearing his school shoes. And, of course, I had to trek back to our house for clean (and dry) socks and shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it was a lovely day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several of the cousins were making big plans last night for thier annual "Black Friday" shopping adventures. Me? Oh No!! I don't get out of my house on Black Friday. I'm afraid!! The stories I've heard are scary!! People snatching and grabbing. The arguing and the fighting over that last do-ma-jiggy. The running around in the wee hours of the morning for THAT bargain. Nope! Not me!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm a firm believer that 4:00 a.m. is made for some serious sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;However, I have the greatest respect for those of you who dare to catch those unbelievable deals. As a matter of fact, you have my prayers, too.&lt;br /&gt;I just happen to be very traditional. I go shopping with my list - pay the regular prices and of course, it's usually at the last possible minute. I love everything about Christmas EXCEPT the shopping. Oh, how I wish there wasn't such an emphasis on the "perfect purchased gift." We've already been given the most perfect gift of all - shouldn't we simply rejoice in the birth of Christ? Shouldn't we enjoy the true meaning of the season? Oh, how I wish!!! But, I am just as guilty. I want my family and friends to love the gifts I give. I love to see the look on my son's face when he rushes down the steps on Christmas morning to see what Santa has delivered. I adore the sights, the sounds, the smells, the feeling of Christmas - I love it all. But, I love my Jesus more. I adore Him for coming to this earth on that first blessed Christmas night. I cherish, yet am humbled by His love for me - that He would love me enough to die for me. Oh, my wonderful Savior! You are Christmas. You ARE Christmas! Maybe that is why I love Christmas all year long - because I love my Jesus all year long; every day; every hour; every minute. He is everything to me.&lt;br /&gt;So, even though I will still have to go shopping. I am going to do my best to share the love of my Jesus a lot more than usual this Christmas season. That is the truly the best gift to give. And, anything that makes it home in a shopping bag to get wrapped in pretty paper and placed under the tree can be counted as a bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we embark on yet another Christmas season - I pray that each of you will be blessed with the true meaning of the season. I pray that the Spirit of Jesus will be on you every moment. Many, many wishes for a blessed, happy and safe Christmas season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-3933899754092145879?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/3933899754092145879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=3933899754092145879&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/3933899754092145879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/3933899754092145879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2007/11/and-now-on-to-christmas.html' title='And now, on to Christmas!!'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-2119013887598483451</id><published>2007-11-19T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T21:46:07.900-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Warning! Too Much Drama Could Cause Gray Hair</title><content type='html'>Honestly, I did not plan to stay away for so long. There has been so much going on - I feel as if I've been in a whirlwind for the past two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rather large nutshell version is this - Jacob has been having stomach issues - mainly vomitting at random. First visit to his doctor yielded zero results - because he (the doctor) did virtually nothing, no tests, nothing. Jacob's blood pressure was elevated and doctor did not seem to be aware of the fact that I was concerned. He didn't even order Jacob's bp to be monitored. I was not happy. Also, doctor just simply said that "sometimes kids just throw up." Well, not my kid!! This very doctor's visit was Jacob's second - yes, second, sick visit in his entire life. So, don't tell me that kids just throw up - my kid doesn't just throw up!! Thank you, very much!!&lt;br /&gt;So, I did what any calm, cool and collected mother would do - I took Jacob to another doctor . . . a woman doctor!!! And, she is awesome. She listened, she asked questions, she answered questions, she ran tests and more tests. AND, the pinnacle - she called me at home when she got the blood test results. I am so glad that we found this doctor. She is very thorough - just what a mother wants in her son's doctor.&lt;br /&gt;The test results showed that Jacob has H Pylori bacteria in his stomach. It is the type of bacteria that, left untreated, can cause ulcers or eventually cancer. So, Praise the Lord that it can be treated.  Jacob is on two antibiotics (first time ever for him) and Prilosec for the next fourteen days. Then, he'll go back to be rechecked to see if the bacteria is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if that isn't enough to keep me up at night - this past weekend my Mom and Dad were travelling to Richmond, VA (about six hours away) and were involved in a car accident. By God's grace and mercy, no one was hurt. But, the car was damaged and they were unable to drive it home. So, my darling husband, Frank and my sweet stepson Alex, hitched up the trailer to the back of the Dodge and went to Richmond to rescue Mom and Dad.&lt;br /&gt;Can ya'll see the Hand of God in all this??? He is all over it - every little element shows His love and His protection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm tired and I haven't felt like blogging lately. But, I hope the holidays will bring me lots of good news to share. I'm really looking forward to the Christmas season. Jacob was born just a few days before Christmas, which just makes the season more special. This year we are reading Lisa Whelchel's book, "The ADVENTure of Christmas." I recommend it for anyone with children or grandchildren. There are so many wonderful things to do for the Advent season. You can find it &lt;a href="http://www.lisawhelchel.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.lifewaystores.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; or other places.&lt;br /&gt;I know this may sound awful - but, I'm really not a big fan of Thanksgiving. I don't need one day a year set aside to remind me to be thankful. It's a daily event in our house. But, Christmas - oh, my - I just adore Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I pray blessings to all two of you who will read this blog and special blessings to all those who will never know this blog exists!&lt;br /&gt;Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-2119013887598483451?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/2119013887598483451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=2119013887598483451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/2119013887598483451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/2119013887598483451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2007/11/warning-too-much-drama-could-cause-gray.html' title='Warning! Too Much Drama Could Cause Gray Hair'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-1073120275942067252</id><published>2007-11-06T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T22:00:10.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff Just Keeps Happening</title><content type='html'>Well, I love my job! O.K. I know I've only been there two days but it is just wonderful. Dr. Principal is so sweet. She worked out my schedule so that I can still substitute one day a week if I want to. She said she wanted to give me the opportunity to earn a little extra money. How sweet is she?? And, how good is God to give me a boss like Dr. Principal? All, the teachers are so nice. They have been most helpful and seem so excited to have me in the classrooms.&lt;br /&gt;During the morning, I travel from class to class. I begin my day in 3rd grade classes and then move on to the 4th grades. I assist with the kids who are struggling. So, I'm actually having the opportunity to teach. I'm so excited.&lt;br /&gt;Then, after my lunch break, I go to the kindergarten for the rest of the day. I just love those little guys. And, Mrs. W, the teacher is such a good Christian. We had the best discussion today about our favorite Bible teachers and books we've read. We have so much in common, we are already good friends. Also, I've discovered that many of the teachers and staff throughout the school are Christians. The teacher's lounge is always abuzz about church events and Bible studies. It is just a great place to work.&lt;br /&gt;I am praising, praising, praising!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there is a little bit of other stuff going on. My bff, Lezley may be moving away. Notice, &lt;em&gt;may be &lt;/em&gt;moving. Her husband is a regional manager for a credit company and was offered a position in Louisville, Kentucky. That is 6 1/2 hours away. They went there Monday for the interview. Brian said it went very well and he should know something by next Monday. If he is offered and takes the position, they have to be in Louisville by December 1st.&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a little bit of trouble wrapping my mind around the whole thing. You see, Lezley and I have been friends for about 4 years, but it feels as if we have been friends all our lives. We are as different as night and day - but we compliment each other. We are sisters and I love her dearly. She is such a rock for me. But, there are so many good things for thier family if this move happens. Money, for one. Brian will be making more money - we all know how handy that can be. And, Lezley wants to go to Asbury Seminary, which is close to Louisville.&lt;br /&gt;I hope and pray for the best for them and I'm especially praying for God's will to be done. But, the selfish part of me really wants them to stay. &lt;br /&gt;But, I have to wonder if God has provided me with this fantastic new job to help me get through if they do move. I mean, my God is such and awesome God and He loves me so much that He doesn't want me to hurt. So, it makes sense that He would be preparing me ahead of time to make the transition easier.&lt;br /&gt;So, for now, we wait - and pray - and know that God is Good all the time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-1073120275942067252?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/1073120275942067252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=1073120275942067252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/1073120275942067252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/1073120275942067252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2007/11/stuff-just-keeps-happening.html' title='Stuff Just Keeps Happening'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-8225742260775514245</id><published>2007-11-03T22:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T23:24:52.061-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been a Crazy Week But Full of God!!</title><content type='html'>I have had the craziest week - but crazy good! It all started last Sunday night. I was browsing through some of my favorite websites - you know, just checking to see if there was anything new going on. I clicked on the website for the local school system to check job postings (something I try to do on a fairly regular basis.) Lo, and behold, there were several new listings for a State Instructional Aide in the elementary schools - one in my son's school. So, I promptly printed out an application, typed me up a resume and a nice cover letter.&lt;br /&gt;On Monday morning, I dropped Jacob off at school and made my way to the school board office. I talked to God on the way over there asking Him to show me His will and that whatever was His plan, I am good with that! So, I waltzed into the office, politely handed my application and stuff to the lady at the desk and asked if I could speak to the director of Human Resources. She kind of looked at me like I had asked her for all her money - but she went into the inner office to forward my request. Mrs. R came out to meet me. Now, let me interject a very important little tidbit here - Mrs. R is not a friendly person. Yeah, I know, she is the Director of Human Resources and works with people all day long - but that does not make her a personable person, not by any means.&lt;br /&gt;So, in her very stoic way - she stood and stared at me while I rambled on about how I appreciate the opportunity to apply for this job. How lame can I be??&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo - she thanked me - shook my hand and disappeared back into her inner santum. So, I left. What else could I do? The rest was in the Lord's hands. I'm good with that.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday afternoon, there was a voice mail on my home phone letting me know that I had an interview scheduled for Wednesday morning. So, on Wednesday morning, I dressed as professionally as my closet would allow and waltzed back to the School Board office. When I was finally called in for my interview I had the nicest surprise waiting on me. The principal from Jacob's school was sitting in on the interview. Talk about relief!! Did I mention that Mrs. R has zero personality?? I was really feeling some anxiety about interview with her - but with Dr. Principal sitting there - I relaxed a ton. Dr. Principal is a wonderfully warm, Christian lady who has become a good friend. Now, having her in there was just God - He was taking such good care of me.&lt;br /&gt;My interview went very well. I felt really good about it. As I was leaving the building, I just felt in my heart that I was going to get the position. Mrs. R had told me they would make a decision by noon and only the successful candidate would be notified. So, I went home and waited. At five minutes to noon - yes, FIVE minutes to noon - the phone rang. Mrs. R called to let me know that I was selected for the position. Well, I did some serious praising!! &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I haven't made clear the importance of this position. I've been substitute teaching since the beginning of the school year - but it's a feast or famine situation. I might get five calls one day and then none for the rest of the week. Hard to earn a paycheck that way, you know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;So, this position will give me a steady paycheck AND a position in the school system that could lead to bigger and better things later on.&lt;br /&gt;Can ya'll see God in all this??? He is all over it!! I needed a steady job - He provided it. I wanted a position, either in my son's school, or very near by - He provided it IN my son's school. Is God cool, or what??!!! I LOVE HIM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, more God. While I was at the School Board office waiting to go into my interview, I was reading "In Touch" magazine. Dr. Stanley wrote an article about waiting on God (something I have a LOT of trouble doing.) And, I really felt God telling me to slow down for a while. I believe God wants me to slow down regarding graduate school for right now. I don't think He wants me to give up - just wait a little bit longer. Why do I think this? Well, I'm not sure the school I had chosen is the one God has chosen for me. The whole grad school application process has been very frustrating for me. So, I'm going to sit still and wait. And, you know what? I feel really good about it. Hey, I might be growing a little bit here! How cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's my week FULL of God and I am still so excited about it. I hope you have had a week full of God too. It's a great and wonderful thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-8225742260775514245?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/8225742260775514245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=8225742260775514245&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/8225742260775514245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/8225742260775514245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-been-crazy-week-but-full-of-god.html' title='It&apos;s Been a Crazy Week But Full of God!!'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-4006141887025105872</id><published>2007-10-28T22:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T22:49:35.757-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute to Miss Grace</title><content type='html'>Every once in while someone will cross our path and truly impact our life. If we are lucky, we will have the opportunity to spend time with this person and get to know them.&lt;br /&gt;In my life, there have been many extraordinary people. All of them have impacted me in some way - once or twice not necessarily for good. But, in recent years, there was Miss Grace. Miss Grace can only be described as a sweet, gentile lady. Her entire life revolved around her love for God and her family and friends. She is known as a matriarch, a pillar, a cornerstone and even and icon in our church family. My husband has known Miss Grace his entire life - she and his grandmother were friends from childhood. He can never remember a time when Miss Grace lost her temper, said an unkind word or raised her voice. She has taught Sunday School for so many years that nearly everyone in our church has been in her class.&lt;br /&gt;Miss Grace lost her husband many years ago and her three children live away. But, she never complained and she never faultered in her dedication to the church and church family.&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago, at the age of 90, Miss Grace gave up her driver's license. Not because she was forced to do so - she became ill and decided she didn't want to drive anymore. Over the last four years, her health became increasingly worse. She could only come to church on occasion and was bound to her home - mostly her bed.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, my husband and I visited Miss Grace for the last time - at the funeral home. She went home to be with the Lord, peacefully in her sleep two nights ago. She was home, where she wanted to be, surrounded by her family and friends. What a blessed way to be called Home.&lt;br /&gt;I am saddened by the loss of Miss Grace - but I am so blessed having known her. I still have the little coat and hat that she made for my son when he was born. I will treasure it forever. I will treasure the lovely memories of Miss Grace - her smile, her dedication, her determination and her sweet, gentle ways.&lt;br /&gt;There are just some people who pass through our lives that leave such sweet memories. Miss Grace is that person for me. I pray that you have someone in your life that will touch you in the same way.  I pray that you have someone to bring only love and blessings to you simply by their presence.&lt;br /&gt;May God bless and keep you, Miss Grace. I will see you again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-4006141887025105872?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/4006141887025105872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=4006141887025105872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/4006141887025105872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/4006141887025105872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2007/10/tribute-to-miss-grace.html' title='A Tribute to Miss Grace'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-7358292089568571794</id><published>2007-10-21T20:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T20:37:19.633-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessings'/><title type='text'>And Now, I Pronouce That You Are Man and Wife . . .</title><content type='html'>The newlyweds left this morning for thier wedding trip. Yes, my step-daughter, Amanda, was married to her beloved Andy yesterday. This should explain my semi-absence from Blogville the last few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;The wedding was wonderful and the weather was perfect. It was a clear and sunny fall day here in East Tennessee. The trees are so full of color - it was as if God tailor made the day just for Amanda and Andy. &lt;br /&gt;As I think back to all the hard work we've all poured into making this day happen, it was more than worth it to see her lovely face shine with love as she said her vows. Oh, and speaking of faces - darling Andy had a little surprise for all of us. Andy wears a full beard - a bushy, full beard - until yesterday that is. He left the rehearsal dinner Friday with a beard - but he showed up at the ceremony clean shaven. We were all stunned - but he is so handsome. Andy is a darling person. We like to refer to him as "Jacob's favorite toy." Jacob adores Andy and he is so good with Jacob. He won my heart by the way he loves my son.&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures from the Big Day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RxvuRlA9SgI/AAAAAAAAAHc/JsZ3MwG-ejI/s1600-h/Andy+and+Amanda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RxvuRlA9SgI/AAAAAAAAAHc/JsZ3MwG-ejI/s200/Andy+and+Amanda.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123950986825386498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/Rxvu-VA9ShI/AAAAAAAAAHk/VVuyAHvYy5E/s1600-h/Amanda+with+Bridesmaids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/Rxvu-VA9ShI/AAAAAAAAAHk/VVuyAHvYy5E/s200/Amanda+with+Bridesmaids.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123951755624532498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RxvvvVA9SiI/AAAAAAAAAHs/K5QmAtxNVoM/s1600-h/Andy+and+Amanda+with+the+parents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RxvvvVA9SiI/AAAAAAAAAHs/K5QmAtxNVoM/s200/Andy+and+Amanda+with+the+parents.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123952597438122530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RxvwLVA9SjI/AAAAAAAAAH0/hKNC4_BVvzE/s1600-h/Lisa+and+Frank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RxvwLVA9SjI/AAAAAAAAAH0/hKNC4_BVvzE/s200/Lisa+and+Frank.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123953078474459698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very blessed day and as you can see, we are very happy parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-7358292089568571794?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/7358292089568571794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=7358292089568571794&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/7358292089568571794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/7358292089568571794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-now-i-pronouce-that-you-are-man-and.html' title='And Now, I Pronouce That You Are Man and Wife . . .'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RxvuRlA9SgI/AAAAAAAAAHc/JsZ3MwG-ejI/s72-c/Andy+and+Amanda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-7008395523236707121</id><published>2007-10-09T22:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T22:30:30.478-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessings'/><title type='text'>Another Answered Prayer</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago I wrote about finally earning my bachelors degree. I also wrote that I couldn't get my diploma because I still owed money to the university. At that time, I wasn't too stressed over the situation because I believe that God is in control. Well, I was right.&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend, my darling husband sold six of our cattle. They were old and ready for market. Frank gave me enough of the money from the sale to pay the entire tuition bill. I went to the university on Monday, paid the bill and received my diploma. The hold on my transcripts was also released so now, I can apply to grad school. Can I get a "Praise the Lord?" Because that's exactly what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad I left that request at the feet of my wonderful Father. He is so good and with Him, I have nothing to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;How awesome it is to serve such a loving God. I am always amazed at how much He loves me. I certainly don't deserve it yet He continues to show me His unfailing gracy and mercy.&lt;br /&gt;So, now that this part of my detour is behind me, I look forward to the road ahead. For now, God is allowing me to work as a substitute teacher to help with the bills. I love being in the classroom, but my true dream is to be a Media Specialist (librarian). There is a position opening at the end of this year in the middle school in our neighborhood. I would love to have that position, but I want only what God has planned. I know that whatever He has in store for me will be more than I could ever dream.&lt;br /&gt;The future looks so bright and I'm excited to walk with my Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Blessings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-7008395523236707121?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/7008395523236707121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=7008395523236707121&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/7008395523236707121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/7008395523236707121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2007/10/another-answered-prayer.html' title='Another Answered Prayer'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-4349656005781821336</id><published>2007-10-02T16:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T16:51:48.061-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shrimp and Chonda</title><content type='html'>This past Saturday (September 29th) several of us church ladies took off to see Chonda Pierce. But first, we made a stop at the local Red Lobster for the "All you can eat" shrimp special. It was a fabulous night. We go every year to see Chonda - it's our annual "girls night out."  Here we are at the Red Lobster completely stuffed. Can you tell how happy we all are? (I'm the one in the pink shirt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RwKrIFA9SdI/AAAAAAAAAHE/UBw2bTSL_KI/s1600-h/Chonda+Pierce+Concert+-+2007+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RwKrIFA9SdI/AAAAAAAAAHE/UBw2bTSL_KI/s200/Chonda+Pierce+Concert+-+2007+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116840281919801810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we headed off to the concert. We were so excited to see Chonda again. If you have never seen her in concert, or at least seen one of her video's I recommend you do one or the other as soon as possible. She is so funny and has a beautiful voice. But, most of all - she loves the Lord with all her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.K. here we are in our seats - ON THE FRONT ROW!!!!! Yep, after that first time in the balcony - we decided it was only the first row for us. So, this is our 7th year and we have been on the first row every year. The only draw back to this is that we have to be at the ticket office by 5:00 a.m. on the day tickets go on sale or we miss out. But, we have a lot of fun doing that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RwKsYFA9SeI/AAAAAAAAAHM/1qXv_OjUfMc/s1600-h/Chonda+Pierce+Concert+-+2007+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RwKsYFA9SeI/AAAAAAAAAHM/1qXv_OjUfMc/s200/Chonda+Pierce+Concert+-+2007+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116841656309336546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We weren't allowed to take pictures of Chonda during the concert - so I managed to get a few snapshots of her afterwards. She was so kind and gracious - she just sat down on the edge of the stage and talked to her fans. I remembered to take my copy of her book "Laughing in the Dark" and she kindly autographed it for me.&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to learn more about Chonda or get her concert schedule you can check it out &lt;a href="http://www.chondapierce.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RwKuFVA9SfI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Pe4oAsJukLE/s1600-h/Chonda+Pierce+Concert+-+2007+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RwKuFVA9SfI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Pe4oAsJukLE/s200/Chonda+Pierce+Concert+-+2007+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116843533210044914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and another really cool thing that happened - Chonda's brother, Mike Courtney asked me and my friend, Vickie to help pass out pamphlets for World Vision at the intermission. So, we did - it was fun - and he gave us a complementary copy of Chonda's video "Combo Platter." That was so nice. You see, good things happen to those on the front row!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-4349656005781821336?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/4349656005781821336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=4349656005781821336&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/4349656005781821336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/4349656005781821336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2007/10/shrimp-and-chonda.html' title='Shrimp and Chonda'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RwKrIFA9SdI/AAAAAAAAAHE/UBw2bTSL_KI/s72-c/Chonda+Pierce+Concert+-+2007+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-5204412749068831632</id><published>2007-09-27T22:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T22:59:25.645-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessings'/><title type='text'>The Stuff that Fall Brings</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Belong in Fall&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatseasonareyouquiz/fall.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent, introspective, and quite expressive at times...&lt;br /&gt;You appreciate the changes in color, climate, and mood that fall brings&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're carving wacky pumpkins or taking long drives, autumn is a favorite time of year for you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatseasonareyouquiz/"&gt;What Season Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love fall - I think I wrote that in another post. There are so many things I look forward to in the fall. I love the changing of the leaves. Here in the mountains when the leaves are at thier peak, it looks like a beautiful quilt. The air is crisp and clear and even smells cleaner. I love to sleep with the windows open during the fall. Talk about a good sleep!&lt;br /&gt;Fall also brings a new season of my favorite shows. I don't have many - but I look forward to the new episodes. Survivor is my all time favorite. I started watching it from the very first season (I was pregnant with my son). I haven't missed an episode yet. Yep, I've watched every episode in every season. I am always amazed at what people will do for money. I also watch CSI (the original one), Cold Case and Law and Order:SVU. Notice that all these shows come on after Jacob's bed time. I watch these shows during my down time.&lt;br /&gt;But most of all, fall brings me the sense of being closer to God. The brilliant colors, the sweet fresh air and all that goes along with it, I just feel the presence of God to be stronger during this time. Sometimes during my morning walk I feel as if there is no one else around - just me and God. What a comforting feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fall we have a very special event to look forward to. My daughter Amanda(actually my step-daughter but my real daughter in my heart) is getting married on October 20th. It is an exciting time. I know that she will be happy because she has made a good choice for her husband. Andy is a sweet and loving young man. They make a darling couple. I am happy for both of them.&lt;br /&gt;In thier pre-marital counseling session the other night, they were discussing thier choice of vows. The pastor was going over the traditional vows and mentioned that at a certain point in the ceremony she would ask "who gives this woman in marriage?" She said that her dad would then respond "her mother and I." But Amanda told the pastor that she felt as though there were more people involved in that part - she wanted to include me and her mother's fiance too. She said she has four parents, not two. Isn't that sweet? I was so touched. But, to keep the moment light, I told her we are not giving her away, we are bringing Andy into the family.&lt;br /&gt;We are all so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, this is the nutshell version of why I love fall. What is your favorite season?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed fall!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-5204412749068831632?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/5204412749068831632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=5204412749068831632&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/5204412749068831632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/5204412749068831632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2007/09/stuff-that-fall-brings.html' title='The Stuff that Fall Brings'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-6832733367088034938</id><published>2007-09-25T16:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T16:43:07.335-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Stuff'/><title type='text'>Welcoming Fall with my "Fall Into Reading 2007" Reading list</title><content type='html'>I love fall. But, the weather here in East Tennessee is still so stinking hot - it's hard to really believe that fall is finally here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am joining the Fall Into Reading 2007 challenge on &lt;a href="http://callapidderdays.blogspot.com/2007/09/fall-into-reading-2007-lets-go.html"&gt;this blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;If you love to read, check this site out and join in the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NON-FICTION&lt;br /&gt;On the Brink - Rod Parsley&lt;br /&gt;Reposition Yourself - Bishop TD Jakes&lt;br /&gt;The Power of Simple Prayer - Joyce Meyer&lt;br /&gt;Believing God - Beth Moore&lt;br /&gt;Faith of the First Ladies - Jerry MacGregor &amp; Marie Prys&lt;br /&gt;Discovering America's Hallowed Ground - Jeff Shaara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FICTION&lt;br /&gt;Emma - Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;Mansfield Park - Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;Abraham's Well - Sharon Ewell Foster&lt;br /&gt;A Christmas Candle - Max Lucado&lt;br /&gt;A Light in the Window - Jan Karon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, my "want to read" reading list is much, much longer but I think this is enough to get me through the holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-6832733367088034938?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/6832733367088034938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=6832733367088034938&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/6832733367088034938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/6832733367088034938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2007/09/welcoming-fall-with-my-fall-into.html' title='Welcoming Fall with my &quot;Fall Into Reading 2007&quot; Reading list'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-2964177267280096195</id><published>2007-09-24T23:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T23:23:20.879-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessings'/><title type='text'>One Very Blessed Shoutin' Sunday</title><content type='html'>I don't know where to begin with this post. There is so much I want to write and all of it is wrapped up in God's Glory. Bear with me as I try to relate what happened yesterday at church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was our Homecoming at our little country United Methodist church. I make a point to tell you that we are a UMC because it may also let you understand that there is not a whole lot of shouting, out loud, stand up praising that goes on in our church. That is, until yesterday. The Holy Spirit was so thick in that service - I thought I was going to walk the pews. It was AWESOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;And it all came from God answering years of prayers by many of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the story - my brother-in-law is 72 days sober after 15 years of heavy drinking which often led to barroom brawls and nights in jail, not to mention a few hospital visits that included stitches, concussions and some memory loss. Praise His Holy Name!!&lt;br /&gt;J stood up when the preacher asked for prayer requests and praises. He proceeded to give his testimony and told the congregation everything he had been through over the years. Then J, with tears streaming down his face, thanked God for his beautiful new baby boy, his sweet little girl and his loving wife. He also told us that he knows that God has delivered him from the demon alcohol that held him in bondage for so many years. He also said that although he might still have cravings, he knows it is the devil trying to tempt him back.&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you, we were standing up, shouting praises to our magnificent God, tears streaming down faces all over the sanctuary and rejoicing all at once. The Holy Spirit was so thick and so very real that no one could have missed it.&lt;br /&gt;When J finished giving his testimony, many of us gathered around to lay hands on him. Even my son, Jacob, went up and prayed over his uncle J. Even my six year old felt the moving of the Spirit. &lt;br /&gt;Sisters, can you say BLESSED??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of the day did not end there. When J sat back down beside me, I noticed he was carrying his Bible - something I have never seen him do before. During the sermon, J was reading along with the guest pastor and was actually so engrossed in the service he didn't hear the baby cry. Now, that's listening to the Word of God.&lt;br /&gt;When the altar call was given, J went up and had the preacher pray with him.&lt;br /&gt;God is doing miracles in J's life and in the lives of his family. They have struggled for so many years and now, they can rejoice in knowing that God is moving by leaps and bounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisters, I am still walking on a cloud. I just can't help but shout praises to my King when I think about it.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that you are blessed by what God has done here. And I pray that, if any of you are struggling with something in your life that seems so big that it feels as if you might never get out, remember: God IS Able!! and He IS working. He will &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; leave you nor forsake you. He LOVES you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings, my dear sisters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-2964177267280096195?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/2964177267280096195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=2964177267280096195&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/2964177267280096195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/2964177267280096195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2007/09/one-very-blessed-shoutin-sunday.html' title='One Very Blessed Shoutin&apos; Sunday'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-5390654000684497728</id><published>2007-09-20T21:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T21:38:50.276-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>New Nephew - But No Pictures Yet</title><content type='html'>Jackson Bo has been born! He is a beautiful baby - but I have no pictures to share at this time. Why? you might ask - because I kept forgetting to take my camera with me to the hospital. Try to remember that I was keeping Jane Ann and my main focus was to make sure we had all her needs when we visited the hospital. And, I just forget things sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try for those pictures this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone enjoying the cooler weather as much as I am? I just love these cooler mornings and evenings. I actually wore a light jacket this morning. Of course, I shed it rather quickly during my morning walk. I just love fall. I love the cool, crisp air. I love the wonderful breeze that blows through my open windows. I love to fix a big pot of homemade vegetable soup for my family or a big pot of soup beans with cornbread and fried potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fall is extra special. We are in the midst of preparing for Amanda's wedding on October 20th. It is coming fast and there is still lots to do. But, it's coming along. I know it will be a wonderful day. Her mom and I are giving her a bridal shower on October 6th. We've had a good time planning it. &lt;br /&gt;It is a real blessing to be friends with the mother of my stepchildren. She is a very nice lady and she loves the Lord. She blesses me by telling everyone that Alex and Amanda have two moms. How great is that? It's all God and I am thankful. I can't imagine being in constant battle - that would just be too much to bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good here in Tennessee. I have so much to be thankful for. My God is wonderful - I love Him more and more each day. I pray blessings for you, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-5390654000684497728?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/5390654000684497728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=5390654000684497728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/5390654000684497728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/5390654000684497728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-nephew-but-no-pictures-yet.html' title='New Nephew - But No Pictures Yet'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-2451809219249378492</id><published>2007-09-12T20:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T21:02:14.222-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anticipating the Arrival of Jackson Bo</title><content type='html'>My very pregnant sister-in-law, Deanna will be bringing my darling niece, Jane Ann over tomorrow night to stay with us for a few days. Jane Ann will be our houseguest while her Mommy goes to the hospital to deliver baby brother, Jackson Bo.&lt;br /&gt;Deanna will be induced Friday morning at 5:00 a.m. Since we have known about this pregnancy since early January, it seems as if she has been pregnant &lt;em&gt;forever&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;We are all excited about the blessed event. Jane Ann, however, doesn't seem to care one way or the other. Her sweet little two year old mind isn't able to comprehend the change that is about to take place in her little world. It will be interesting, to say the least. Having been the center of attention all her short life, I doubt she will want to give up the spotlight easily. Actually, since I get to sit on the sidelines, it might be amusing. That's the beauty of being the aunt - I can laugh over things that don't upset my own world.&lt;br /&gt;We are looking forward to having Jane Ann with us for a few days. I was her babysitter for the last two years, so she feels right at home here. And, she adores Jacob. She calls him "my Jakie." How cute is that?&lt;br /&gt;So, only a day or two more and my baby nephew will be here. Hopefully, I will be able to post a few pictures of him by the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-2451809219249378492?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/2451809219249378492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=2451809219249378492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/2451809219249378492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/2451809219249378492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2007/09/anticipating-arrival-of-jackson-bo.html' title='Anticipating the Arrival of Jackson Bo'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-1816809285054556320</id><published>2007-09-10T08:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T09:16:31.770-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little More than Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Lot's to do!</title><content type='html'>This was a fun-filled weekend. My husband's family reunion was Saturday. We had a good time even though, I hate to admit this, I really didn't want to go. But, after we got there, we really did enjoy it. The food was wonderful and the place where they have the reunion is beautiful. They always have the reunion back in the hills of Southwest Virginia in an old school that has been refurbished. We have to travel - but the scenery is breathtaking. So, I'm glad that we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Sunday was Frank's birthday. The congregation sang "Happy Birthday" to him at church (don't know who might have let that slip out -  hmmmm)LOL&lt;br /&gt;After church, Alex and Amanda came for lunch - so all three of Frank's kids were with us. It's always such a nice feeling to have all the kids at the table with us. And, my Mom and Dad joined us to celebrate Frank's birthday and Grandparent's Day. Did ya'll know it was Grandparent's Day yesterday?? &lt;br /&gt;So, we've had a busy weekend and the week looks pretty full too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, I am going to Alex and Amanda's mother's house to plan Amanda's Bridal shower. Oh, did I mention that Amanda is getting married in October? It's going to be a lovely wedding. So, Robin and I decided to give her a shower. We are going to get our guest list together, decide what to serve, etc. We need to get it done this week because this wedding is coming quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, with all this going on, I am still praising God for all His blessings regarding my financial situation. Although I'm not working today - I have some dates marked for future days. He is in control and I'm not going to worry. I would much rather praise Him and spend my days in worship. &lt;br /&gt;Ever notice that "worry" and "worship" start out the same - "wor" but the ending is different making them totally different words. It's kind of that way with us - we can start out in the "wor" part. We can choose to make it "worship" or we can choose to make it "worry" - it all depends on our attitudes. We can have an attitude of worship or we can have an attitude of worry. &lt;br /&gt;Just a little food for thought on a Monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings for a worship-filled week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-1816809285054556320?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/1816809285054556320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=1816809285054556320&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/1816809285054556320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/1816809285054556320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2007/09/lots-to-do.html' title='Lot&apos;s to do!'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-8872465404023115090</id><published>2007-09-06T22:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T22:53:22.221-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to Talk About</title><content type='html'>Well, God Is Good! All the Time! In my last post, I was between a rock and a hard place - financially. O.K., well, I'm still in that hard place, but God is providing me a way to get out of it. This is so cool! God is sooooooo good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday (Wednesday) I went to the school board office to apply for a substitute teaching position. I was interviewed, finger-printed, had a background check (nothing in the local or federal police files, thankyouverymuch) and was immediately approved to substitute in the county. It's all God - nothing I could have done or said would have mattered a hoot if He didn't want me to have this opportunity. But, He does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the really cool part. After the interview (and approval) I went by my son's school to let them know I am available to substitute and also by the nearby middle school to let them know. The secretary at the middle school gave me work for today and tomorrow. How cool is that?? I substituted for the computer teacher today and will be in the sixth grade science class tomorrow. AND, I have some days already lined up for later on.&lt;br /&gt;I have been so excited and so full of praise for my Father that I have hardly been able to contain myself in the classroom today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful, so grateful and so in love with my Lord. He is so wonderful. He NEVER fails and His timing is always perfect. I just know that He is providing me with a way to pay down this debt. I also know that He has a plan for me and I know the journey is going to be wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;Think I'll go read some of His good Word and sing some praises! Might even dance around the house a few times - uh huh - I feel a shout coming on!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-8872465404023115090?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/8872465404023115090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=8872465404023115090&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/8872465404023115090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/8872465404023115090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2007/09/something-to-talk-about.html' title='Something to Talk About'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-5961117496172341938</id><published>2007-08-31T09:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T10:00:16.043-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God is Good'/><title type='text'>God has set out a roadblock - a really big one!</title><content type='html'>By now anyone who has read this blog knows that I have just finished my undergrad work and am planning to apply to grad school. Old news!!&lt;br /&gt;But, it seems that God has a different plan. I don't know what it is - but it ain't the one I had. That's o.k. cause His plans are always better than mine anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called the university to find out what to do to get my diploma. I mean, after 13 years, I want that thing on my wall. The nice lady in the graduation office informs me that there is a "hold" on my transcripts. I can not explain the cold chills that went through my body at that moment. I mean, I was finished with all the required courses - f-i-n-i-s-h-e-d!! Done!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turns out, the financial aid didn't cover the entire bill and I still owe about 1000 more dollars. I am crushed. That's alot of money for me not to mention the fact that I thought the entire bill was covered. To top things off, I did not recieve a bill or any type of statement during the time I was actually enrolled in this last semester.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since I have to come up with this rather large amount of money before I can get my diploma OR have my transcripts released - I can not apply to grad school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after I regained my composure I remembered that GOD IS IN CONTROL and He has a plan. Actually, this IS His plan. What ever His plan, I am not supposed to apply to grad school at this time. Now, I'm o.k. with that and I'm looking forward to the next step. He will provide a way for me to pay that bill. I know this because He has brought me this far - walked with me step by step - allowed me to learn and complete the courses - and showed me how to get it done. So, I know He will show me how to pay that bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a roadblock and where there is a roadblock, there is always a detour - a different road to take to get to the destination. Maybe it's not the road I would have chosen but a better one. I have found that when there is a detour, then the road that is blocked is full of potholes or maybe covered by a landslide. So, the detour might turn out to be a little longer - but much smoother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I will bring the blind by a way they did not know; I will lead them in paths they have not known, I will make darkness light before them, And crooked places straight. These things I will do for them, And not forsake them."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Isaiah 42:16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I possibly worry - God is in control. I will lean on Him and He will lead me. He promised and He has &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; let me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-5961117496172341938?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/5961117496172341938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=5961117496172341938&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/5961117496172341938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/5961117496172341938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2007/08/god-has-set-out-roadblock-really-big.html' title='God has set out a roadblock - a really big one!'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-3774893565623282149</id><published>2007-08-27T21:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T22:13:27.819-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Stuff'/><title type='text'>A Great Book</title><content type='html'>I love to read. Actually, I've been known to let other things in my house go unattended just to finish a book. I will stay up much too late just to read a good book. I just love books. Sometimes, I will have four or five books stacked up waiting to be read and I'll go out and buy some more. I love all kinds of books, but I especially love books about real people.&lt;br /&gt;I also love to watch the Food Network. I usually have it playing in the background on those days that I am not reading a good book and am actually doing my housework. My favorite Food Network personality is Paula Deen. She is a Southern Sister. We speak the same language (in every sense of the word). So, imagine how excited I was to find out that Paula wrote a book - her memoirs. Well, I'm about half way through it and I just can't put it down. I feel as if I'm reading the diary of a dear friend. It is a true tell-all. But, what I've discovered as I read is that I just admire her all the more. She is honest about the most humiliating details, but it's not like a gossipy, tattle-tale story. It is full of feeling and her heart shines through every page. And, her life has not been an easy one. I just want to march myself down to Savannah and give her a big hug. She has literally pulled herself up by her bootstraps.&lt;br /&gt;It really is a great book. I recommend it to everyone who loves a story with a happy ending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-3774893565623282149?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/3774893565623282149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=3774893565623282149&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/3774893565623282149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/3774893565623282149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2007/08/great-book.html' title='A Great Book'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-4388009211278309505</id><published>2007-08-22T08:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T09:20:23.323-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessings'/><title type='text'>My Little Tiger Cub</title><content type='html'>Well, we've begun a new phase in our journey. J came home from school with a flyer about the Boy Scouts of America. He was all excited and ready to join. After a brief question and answer period- me questioning, J answering - I discovered that a representative of the BSA was at school giving out little tidbits to tantalize the boys. It seems there were promises of learning to shoot a BB gun, trips to a NASCAR race (we live within a few miles of a very popular track), fishing and camping. O.K.! All those things are good and healthy for a growing boy. Truth is, we've already done all those things with him. So, I dug a little deeper and asked J if he understood that those things would happen, but that there were other parts to being a boy scout that were just as important. He said, "yes." I have my doubts. I also informed him that there would be weekly meetings that he would be required to attend. Again, he said, "yes." And again, I have my doubts.  So, we let it rest.&lt;br /&gt;So, at the appointed time, we headed off to the "get to know you" meeting. There were three other boys there (with parents, of course) that J knows, either from school or church. I was happy about that - at least he could be comfortable with a few familiar faces. And, much to my very happy surprise, the cubmaster is a lovely gentleman that we know from a neighboring church. So, I was beginning to feel more at ease and actually thinking, this is going to be good. You see, my hesitation in all this is because, until this stage of life, J has not been a joiner. He has always preferred to fly solo. Sadly, his mother was the same way at that age - praise the Lord He brought me out of that or I be a very lonely girl about now.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo - after learning a few details about the scouts, J joined up. Yep, he is ready to give it a try. The real beauty is that by signing up now, we are only obligated to December. Dues are prorated, so they will be due again in January if J decides to stay a member. We are not yet required to purchase a uniform and there will be a fundraiser so that each boy has the chance to earn a uniform. That's really nice.&lt;br /&gt;I'm very proud of J for stepping out of his box in this manner. It may not sound like much to anyone else, but for J, it is a great thing. Actually, this is a real live answer to prayer. I have prayed over J for a long time that he would &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; be like me. As a child, I was so afraid to step out and do things. I was afraid of failure, of ridicule, just afraid. I don't want J to be that way - I don't want him to grow up and look back with regret. I missed out on so much because of fear, I desperately do not want that for my boy. So, I took it to God - and He answered. I just love it when He does that. I would have never guessed the boy scouts to be the answer - but, hey, it works for me.&lt;br /&gt;So, off we go into the boy scout blue yonder. I think it is going to be quite an adventure - with many blessings attached. Thank you, Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-4388009211278309505?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/4388009211278309505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=4388009211278309505&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/4388009211278309505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/4388009211278309505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-little-tiger-cub.html' title='My Little Tiger Cub'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-4219925575993107200</id><published>2007-08-17T22:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T22:34:40.800-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Stuff'/><title type='text'>Blessings in the classroom</title><content type='html'>Today ends the second week of school for Jacob. He is doing very well. We have already recieved glowing comments for Mrs. Ervin. She says Jacob is a joy to have in class. All his papers have such comments as "excellent," "great job," and "terrific." A parent can't ask for much more than that.&lt;br /&gt;I did find out an interesting tidbit from Mrs. E. this morning. I went into the class with Jacob this morning to let Mrs. E. know that the Lord had spoken to me about praying a special prayer this morning. I couldn't have known (but of course God did) that she was having a conference with some parents this afternoon and was not looking forward to it. God had spoken to my heart to pray over Mrs. E. and each of the students this morning. Jacob and I pray every morning for his teacher and classmates, but this morning was a bit different. So, I obeyed. What I found out is that Mrs. E. comes to school early every day to pray over each individual child in her class. How awesome is that?? What a blessing to know that we are in agreement in prayer. It's going to be a great year.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, Jacob is very lucky to be in this school. It is just a small county school with about 300 students. But, the principal, Dr. Ramsey is a beautiful, loving Christian woman who knows every child by name - yes, every child and most of the parents. The kids love her. She is so good to let the parents be as involved as possible in all aspects of the school. One of the most beautiful things about Dr. Ramsey is that she encourages prayer - although, in a public school we are not supposed to say that out loud - she still encourages us to pray.&lt;br /&gt;We are so blessed for Jacob to be in a school with these wonderful people. Yep, it's going to be a great year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-4219925575993107200?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/4219925575993107200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=4219925575993107200&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/4219925575993107200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/4219925575993107200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2007/08/blessings-in-classroom.html' title='Blessings in the classroom'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-5975367607382465982</id><published>2007-08-14T18:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T18:43:50.687-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little More than Ramblings'/><title type='text'>It Is Finished!</title><content type='html'>I can hardly believe it - after all these years, and all that hard work, through the tears, the frustration, the late nights and gallons of coffee - it is finished.&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished work for my bachelors degree. I can now recieve my diploma and be an official college graduate. I will soon be the proud recipient of that little piece of paper with the fancy writing on it.  And, it only took 13 years.&lt;br /&gt;But, I did it - with God's mercy and love, I was able to get it done!  It couldn't have happened any other way. I am nothing without my God - I am not capable without my God - but with my God, all things are possible! Can I get an Amen!!?&lt;br /&gt;So, now I am going to prepare for grad school. I hope to be accepted for the January term. Any prayers would be greatly appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time,  my dear friend, Lezley and I are going to go through Beth Moore's "Breaking Free."  I feel God has given me this break in school at this particular time so that I can reposition myself with Him.  I am looking forward to some real "God time." I am very excited about this time with God - I am so embarrassed to admit that I have been a bit sluggish in my praise and worship here at home. So, to get things off to a good start - I cranked up the volume on my Travis Cottrell CD this morning and praised God all over the house.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow - maybe I'll crank up Nicole C. Mullen- that sister can sing!!&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing we live out in the country - no close neighbors to complain about my loud music - just me and God singing and dancing!!&lt;br /&gt;What fun!! Actually, maybe I won't wait until tomorrow - I think I'll just go turn up the volume right now.&lt;br /&gt;Blessings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-5975367607382465982?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/5975367607382465982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=5975367607382465982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/5975367607382465982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/5975367607382465982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2007/08/it-is-finished.html' title='It Is Finished!'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-6792975998109214147</id><published>2007-08-06T21:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T21:50:20.593-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Stuff'/><title type='text'>One down - 179 to Go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Praise the Lord! The first day of school 2007 is now in the history books and we are still here to tell about it. Again, Praise the Lord, it actually turned out to be a great day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The nutshell version of the day is as follows: I only had to call for Jacob to get out of bed two times this morning! Praise!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;He came downstairs with a semi-smile and an appetite! Yet another Praise - this is the kid who usually likes to wait at least half an hour before he will even discuss breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After breakfast, he brushed his teeth and dressed. He left the hair combing detail to me - but, hey, I was happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;On the way to school, he reminded me that he really didn't want to go since, after all - &lt;em&gt;it's still summer!!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Once we were there and in the building, he was happy to see his friends, but was disappointed that he and Makenzie are not in the same class this year. Makenzie is his "special" friend! Ugh - he's only six!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I picked him up at 11:30 and found a very happy little boy. He told me (almost verbatim) everything Mrs. Ervin had said and what each kid in the class had done over the summer. Impressive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;He also said he thinks he is going to like first grade and Mrs. Ervin is really nice. So, we went to Pal's (a locally owned fast food joint which has THE BEST french fries EVER!) to celebrate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I would count this day as successful! Thank you, sweet Lord!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So, since there is no school tomorrow (I know, I don't get it either) we'll visit Granny and Papaw. Then, we'll start again on Wednesday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I just love happy beginnings! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-6792975998109214147?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/6792975998109214147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=6792975998109214147&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/6792975998109214147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/6792975998109214147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-down-179-to-go.html' title='One down - 179 to Go!'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-3322195220768711716</id><published>2007-08-05T17:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T18:08:41.707-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Stuff'/><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow, Jacob returns to school. He is in the first grade this year. He says he isn't looking forward to it and I agree with his reasoning. It's too dang early. I mean it is August 6th for pete's sake. What ever happened to going back after Labor Day? Not only is it too early to return, it's too stinking hot.  And, get this, they go back for 1/2 a day tomorrow, out on Tuesday and then go back to a full day on Wednesday. What is up with that?&lt;br /&gt;But, not one of those school board people asked me what I think and I doubt they will anytime soon. So, we go with the flow because, well, we have no choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight we get back into the swing of our school routine. Bath at 7:00 and in bed by 9:00 - no later. Tonight we also have to get all those brand-spanking-new school supplies in that new camoflouge backpack. We have to put his name on everything and pack it just so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really looking forward to sending my baby boy off to big ole first grade, but I have to admit that there is a perk in it for me. As you may know, until recently, I babysat for two little ones. Since I am no longer babysitting, I am going to have me some good God time while Jacob is in school.&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to quiet time with God and His Word - real, honest to goodness quiet time. I can turn off the t.v. and everything. I can hardly wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you guys think about it, keep my boy in your prayers for a good school year. And for me too. And, I'll do the same for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-3322195220768711716?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/3322195220768711716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=3322195220768711716&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/3322195220768711716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/3322195220768711716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2007/08/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-6672709837074123742</id><published>2007-08-03T22:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T22:21:01.442-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad</title><content type='html'>Today is my parents' 44th wedding anniversary. I just want to say "Happy Anniversary to the most wonderful parents in the world - not to mention the most loving grandparents. I am so blessed to be your daughter.&lt;br /&gt;I love you Mom and Dad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-6672709837074123742?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/6672709837074123742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=6672709837074123742&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/6672709837074123742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/6672709837074123742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-anniversary-mom-and-dad.html' title='Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-5766859400843350252</id><published>2007-08-02T08:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T08:32:25.176-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thankful Thursday'/><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eph2810.com/?page_id=459"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y140/eph2810/TTButton.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I post my first Thankful Thursday! There are so many blessings, I hardly know where to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for my darling family, my husband, my son, my stepchildren, my parents, my brother, my aunts, my uncles, my cousins, my family list goes on and on. I am especially thankful that we are a very close family. We are so blessed. I see too many families who don't even speak, forget being close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for my home. God has given us a nice home in the country where the grass is green, the air is fresh (well, as fresh as possible) and the neighbors are few but friendly. There is plenty of acreage for Jacob to run and play. And a pond for fishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for our sweet little church and all the godly souls within. This is the same church my husband's family has attended for generations. We have the most wonderful pastor; he is a burly, teddy bear of a man who smiles all the time. He has such a heart for God that he simply beams with His love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for the wonderful friends God has directed into my life. I have been so blessed to be surrounded with friends who have a heart for God. I am also thankful for my blogville friends, only one of whom I have actually met, Sweet Shelly!! She is awesome with a love for God that just blows me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am most thankful for my God - my Father - my Friend - my EVERYTHING!! Who loves me so much I can scarcely comprehend it. I am thankful for my Jesus who died on the cross for me. I am thankful for His Word - so that I might learn and grow closer to Him. I am thankful for HIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Thankful Thursday post could go on and on but I will stop here for this week. I am looking forward to knowing what you are thankful for - I'm sure your list is a long one, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless and keep you in His loving care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-5766859400843350252?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/5766859400843350252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=5766859400843350252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/5766859400843350252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/5766859400843350252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2007/08/thankful-thursday.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-25394597700621333</id><published>2007-07-27T13:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T14:01:31.981-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a Change</title><content type='html'>Well, today marks the end of my babysitting days. I have been sitting for my niece, Jane Ann since she was twelve weeks old. She was two on June 29. Today is my last day.&lt;br /&gt;This was a decision that I made - after much, much prayer and seeking God's guidance. I just didn't want ya'll to think I had been fired by my sister-in-law or anything.&lt;br /&gt;Nope, God led me to this decision. You see, on August 10th, I will finally (let me stress f-i-n-a-l-l-y!!!) finish my bachelors degree. Yessiree, I'll be a college graduate with a real diploma and everything. Only took me a little over 13 years. So, the reason I won't be able to sit for Jane Ann anymore is that - drumroll please - I'm applying to graduate school!! Yep, that's right. Why stop now? I'm already in student mode - so why not go on for the next step up? Besides, what I really want to do is be a school librarian and that requires a Master's Degree in Media Specialist. So, I can stand to be a student for another 15 months or so. I'm really looking forward to this new adventure that God has for me.&lt;br /&gt;God has blessed me with so much - I really don't deserve anything more. But, since He is such a loving and merciful God, I receive His blessings with love and adoration.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that He will continue to guide me through this new adventure and when I'm ready to step into my first job as librarian (which by the way, I will be a really cool librarian - not one of those stuffy types) I will give Him all the glory and praise. Of course, I'll just do that in the mean time, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll have a blessed day. And, praise Him, praise Him, praise Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-25394597700621333?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/25394597700621333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=25394597700621333&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/25394597700621333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/25394597700621333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2007/07/time-for-change.html' title='Time for a Change'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-6279951996651954216</id><published>2007-07-23T22:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T22:48:07.027-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Charleston - Part 2</title><content type='html'>So, where did we leave off? Oh, yes, I believe it was at Day 3. To make this easier for ya'll, I'll try to make this post about Charleston more brief. I just hate the thought of boring ya'll.&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;Let me give you the nutshell version to conclude and then you can look at the pictures. On Day 3 we went back to the historic district. We just wandered around and looked at all the beautiful places. We walked the promenade - which is two hoops wide. For those of you who might wonder what that means - it was built to accomodate two ladies in hoop skirts to be able to walk side by side - i.e. two hoops wide. Is that cool or what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, we rested at The Battery and watched the CBS people set up for the live broadcast of the CBS Morning Show on that Friday. No, I didn't see Harry Smith, but he was there somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, on Day 4 we went to Boone Hall Plantation. This is where the tv miniseries North and South was filmed, also, the miniseries Queen with Hallie Berry and The Notebook. If you have seen any of these movies, then you've seen Boone Hall. Check it out &lt;a href="http://www.boonehallplantation.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for more info.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Day 5, we stayed at the hotel and enjoyed the pool. It was fun to just sit and do nothing but soak up the sun and cool off in the pool. I read a book I picked up in Charleston - The Belles of Charleston. How fitting, wouldn't you agree?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, there is the nutshell version. I just want to say that I give our loving God such praise for allowing us the time to spend together as a family. How precious it is to be able to be with the two guys I love most in this world in a beautiful place like Charleston. Also, I thank God for blessing us with His travel mercies.We travelled to and from Charleston in absolute safety and comfort. I love Him so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, here are the pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RqVjrXVUQNI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ega2biY8zHY/s1600-h/CharlestonSC-2007+Day+3+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090584550461161682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RqVjrXVUQNI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ega2biY8zHY/s200/CharlestonSC-2007+Day+3+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RqVj53VUQOI/AAAAAAAAAFs/NZmpqohXKCk/s1600-h/CharlestonSC-2007+Day+3+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090584799569264866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RqVj53VUQOI/AAAAAAAAAFs/NZmpqohXKCk/s200/CharlestonSC-2007+Day+3+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090585052972335346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RqVkInVUQPI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iMKA_NoMNz4/s200/CharlestonSC-2007+Day+3+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RqVkoXVUQQI/AAAAAAAAAF8/rFkhrtKJxiI/s1600-h/CharlestonSC-2007+Day+3+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090585598433181954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RqVkoXVUQQI/AAAAAAAAAF8/rFkhrtKJxiI/s200/CharlestonSC-2007+Day+3+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RqVlDHVUQRI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ogYFUlcO5II/s1600-h/CharlestonSC-2007+Day+3+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090586057994682642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RqVlDHVUQRI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ogYFUlcO5II/s200/CharlestonSC-2007+Day+3+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090586337167556898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RqVlTXVUQSI/AAAAAAAAAGM/SCaz9xcNfmU/s200/CharlestonSC-2007+Day+3+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RqVmEHVUQTI/AAAAAAAAAGU/p4L9PEGkyz8/s1600-h/CharlestonSC-2007+Day+4+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090587174686179634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RqVmEHVUQTI/AAAAAAAAAGU/p4L9PEGkyz8/s200/CharlestonSC-2007+Day+4+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RqVmT3VUQUI/AAAAAAAAAGc/1Inhbb83_mU/s1600-h/CharlestonSC-2007+Day+4+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090587445269119298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RqVmT3VUQUI/AAAAAAAAAGc/1Inhbb83_mU/s200/CharlestonSC-2007+Day+4+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090587698672189778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RqVminVUQVI/AAAAAAAAAGk/dy-oba7a8Ak/s200/CharlestonSC-2007+Day+4+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RqVnSXVUQWI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GmyOX3jFtf8/s1600-h/CharlestonSC-2007+Day+5+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090588519010943330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RqVnSXVUQWI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GmyOX3jFtf8/s200/CharlestonSC-2007+Day+5+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RqVnzHVUQYI/AAAAAAAAAG8/gNCfSmhefoM/s1600-h/CharlestonSC-2007+Day+5+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090589081651659138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RqVnzHVUQYI/AAAAAAAAAG8/gNCfSmhefoM/s200/CharlestonSC-2007+Day+5+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090588832543555954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RqVnknVUQXI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GxvY7uJj9jU/s200/CharlestonSC-2007+Day+5+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blessings, Lisa!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-6279951996651954216?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/6279951996651954216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=6279951996651954216&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/6279951996651954216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/6279951996651954216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2007/07/charleston-part-2.html' title='Charleston - Part 2'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RqVjrXVUQNI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ega2biY8zHY/s72-c/CharlestonSC-2007+Day+3+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-554935567367062965</id><published>2007-07-22T20:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T21:36:39.626-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Home from Charleston - Part 1</title><content type='html'>Well Siestas, vacation has come and gone. We had the most wonderful time. I really didn't want to come home (Jacob didn't either.) We had seven wonderful days to sleep late, sight see and simply have fun together as a family. It was heavenly to not have phones to answer, chores to do or being on a schedule. We should do this more often.&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charleston, er, I mean, Chahlston, is absolutely breathtaking. There is so much to see and do. It is a magical city filled with lots of history and plenty of activity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first day we walked over to the USS Yorktown, which is docked on the Cooper River. It was an active aircraft carrier in World War II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RqP7sXVUQAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/11f-8fn96Qg/s1600-h/CharlestonSC-2007+Day+1+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RqQBhXVUQKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/gqz3bg6Sug0/s1600-h/CharlestonSC-2007+Day+1+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090195151546237090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RqQBhXVUQKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/gqz3bg6Sug0/s200/CharlestonSC-2007+Day+1+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RqQBznVUQLI/AAAAAAAAAFU/PHal96FjHtY/s1600-h/CharlestonSC-2007+Day+1+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090195465078849714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RqQBznVUQLI/AAAAAAAAAFU/PHal96FjHtY/s200/CharlestonSC-2007+Day+1+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090195830151069890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RqQCI3VUQMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/jO22_V_BVfY/s200/CharlestonSC-2007+Day+1+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after we toured the Yorktown, we took a ferry out to Fort Sumter. This is where the Civil War began. (This is more my area of interest, so we were out there for a good while.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RqP8WHVUQBI/AAAAAAAAAEE/clnObJVG8d8/s1600-h/CharlestonSC-2007+Day+1+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090189460714569746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RqP8WHVUQBI/AAAAAAAAAEE/clnObJVG8d8/s200/CharlestonSC-2007+Day+1+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RqP8lnVUQCI/AAAAAAAAAEM/74OyEP0BBbE/s1600-h/CharlestonSC-2007+Day+1+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090189727002542114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RqP8lnVUQCI/AAAAAAAAAEM/74OyEP0BBbE/s200/CharlestonSC-2007+Day+1+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090189997585481778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RqP81XVUQDI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QL9whbx1RY0/s200/CharlestonSC-2007+Day+1+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This first picture is a view of Fort Sumter as we approached. The Atlantic Ocean is just beyond the Fort. It was designed to protect the Charleston ports. It was held by Federal troops until April 12, 1861, when the newly seceeded state of South Carolina began bombing the fort and took it over for what would become the Confederacy. (Sorry if I sound like a history teacher, I just can't help myself.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second picture is of the parade grounds and the remains of the soldiers quarters on the left. Those archways are where the cannons were housed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The third picture is a better view of the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RqP-SHVUQEI/AAAAAAAAAEc/5bVVkvWzHeA/s1600-h/CharlestonSC-2007+Day+2+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090191591018348610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RqP-SHVUQEI/AAAAAAAAAEc/5bVVkvWzHeA/s200/CharlestonSC-2007+Day+2+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RqP-iHVUQFI/AAAAAAAAAEk/tKj48AcH5bo/s1600-h/CharlestonSC-2007+Day+2+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090191865896255570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RqP-iHVUQFI/AAAAAAAAAEk/tKj48AcH5bo/s200/CharlestonSC-2007+Day+2+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090192278213116002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RqP-6HVUQGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/GJdk1fvdAKY/s200/CharlestonSC-2007+Day+2+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 took us to the historical district. (I was so excited.) We started with a horse and buggy tour. Ms. Sherry, shown here with her horse, Chief, knows her stuff! She is a 14th generation Charlestonian and loves the city. Check out the eighteenth century home in the middle. Can you imagine living in this house? I would love to give it a try. The third picture in this row is of crepe myrtles covered in spanish moss. The picture just doesn't do it justice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RqQAHHVUQHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/HIAfAMV6o3A/s1600-h/CharlestonSC-2007+Day+2+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090193601063043186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RqQAHHVUQHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/HIAfAMV6o3A/s200/CharlestonSC-2007+Day+2+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RqQAc3VUQII/AAAAAAAAAE8/LJ6ovgQwmik/s1600-h/CharlestonSC-2007+Day+2+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090193974725197954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RqQAc3VUQII/AAAAAAAAAE8/LJ6ovgQwmik/s200/CharlestonSC-2007+Day+2+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090194455761535122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RqQA43VUQJI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QYjr_HtDmgQ/s200/CharlestonSC-2007+Day+2+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This building (pic. 1) really haunted me. This is called the "Open Air Market." Although with the heat index at 105 degrees, I didn't find much open air. Anyway, these buildings (there were about four) were where slave traders brought slave to be held before going to be sold. It now serves as a place for various vendors - but the iron gates are still in tact. Very sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, there is a very old graveyard - some of the grave dated back to the 1600's. And here is a beautiful cobblestone street (aka, wharf).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, this is just a little bit of our vacation. I wanted to share some with you tonight with the intent of posting some more tomorrow. I'm really tired from the trip - funny how that works, we go on vacation because we need a rest but then when we get home, we're pooped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I thank our Lord for the wonderful time in Charleston with my two guys and I praise his name for my own bed waiting for me upstairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blessings to you, siestas. Until tomorrow . . .&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-554935567367062965?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/554935567367062965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=554935567367062965&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/554935567367062965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/554935567367062965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2007/07/home-from-charleston-part-1.html' title='Home from Charleston - Part 1'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RqQBhXVUQKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/gqz3bg6Sug0/s72-c/CharlestonSC-2007+Day+1+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-2403717179987972826</id><published>2007-07-15T18:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T18:33:02.645-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation/Family'/><title type='text'>We're Here!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hello Siestas!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Just to let you know that my posts may be few and far between this week. I am &lt;a href="http://www.charlestonharborresort.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for the week, so as you might well guess - I'll be a bit busy enjoying myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Keep us in your prayers and I'll be in touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Blessings!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-2403717179987972826?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/2403717179987972826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=2403717179987972826&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/2403717179987972826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/2403717179987972826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2007/07/were-here.html' title='We&apos;re Here!!!'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-4299181290025525010</id><published>2007-07-09T13:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T13:11:31.477-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>We're going to Charleston</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This coming weekend we are off to Charleston SC. I am so excited, I can hardly wait. We have never been there, so everything is going to be new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We have been searching the internet and have some travel books that have given us some really great ideas on what to do and see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;What I would like to know is where are the best places to eat?? Can I get some suggestions, please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I would love to know what ya'll think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Looking forward to your ideas!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Blessings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-4299181290025525010?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/4299181290025525010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=4299181290025525010&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/4299181290025525010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/4299181290025525010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2007/07/were-going-to-charleston.html' title='We&apos;re going to Charleston'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-4328142959777221497</id><published>2007-07-07T11:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T12:51:27.268-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Fourth of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here we are, back home from a fantastic fourth of July week. Jacob and I travelled to Roanoke, Virginia to visit my aunt and uncle for the fourth. Then on Wednesday, we went to Lynchburg to the lake. The weather was beautiful, the food was terrific and we had a blast with the family. The only thing that was missing was Frank. He opted to stay home and work on the farm to get ready for our vacation to Charleston next week. &lt;/span&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;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So, here are some pictures from the fourth. Enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/Ro-0gtdtJEI/AAAAAAAAABs/vasvnbq2Soc/s1600-h/David,+Jacob,+Christopher+on+paddle+boat.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/Ro_CxNdtJUI/AAAAAAAAADs/LdvnZoYSVag/s1600-h/Jacob+squirting+water+at+John.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084496655008212290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/Ro_CxNdtJUI/AAAAAAAAADs/LdvnZoYSVag/s200/Jacob+squirting+water+at+John.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/Ro-5BtdtJOI/AAAAAAAAAC8/DdJOpDOFMTw/s1600-h/David,+Jacob,+Christopher+on+paddle+boat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084485943359775970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/Ro-5BtdtJOI/AAAAAAAAAC8/DdJOpDOFMTw/s200/David,+Jacob,+Christopher+on+paddle+boat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084481678457250914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/Ro-1JddtJGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/BMtri-3qznI/s200/Christopher+showing+Jacob+how+to+paddle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is Jacob with his cousins, David and Christopher. The other one is Jacob on his hammerhead shark float. Notice the yellow gizmo on the top - it is a water squirter. How cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/Ro-1wtdtJHI/AAAAAAAAACE/LHdA1VrHoeM/s1600-h/Jacob+and+John.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084482352767116402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/Ro-1wtdtJHI/AAAAAAAAACE/LHdA1VrHoeM/s200/Jacob+and+John.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084482610465154178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/Ro-1_tdtJII/AAAAAAAAACM/OV4vOYyNEPg/s200/Jacob,+John+and+David.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jacob had a blast in the lake with David and John. They were in there almost all day. I tho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/Ro-2wddtJJI/AAAAAAAAACU/k2_EA2ajFaM/s1600-h/Ginger+and+Lisa+-+best+cousins.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084483447983776914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/Ro-2wddtJJI/AAAAAAAAACU/k2_EA2ajFaM/s200/Ginger+and+Lisa+-+best+cousins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ught they were going to grow gills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084484113703707826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/Ro-3XNdtJLI/AAAAAAAAACk/8IaElAia0fU/s200/My+sweet+Aunt+Gay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is me and my cousin Ginger. We grew up like sisters. And here is my sweet, darling, Aunt Gay. She is my second Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/Ro-4atdtJMI/AAAAAAAAACs/7178gMMvdH4/s1600-h/D.J.+and+Sissy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084485273344877762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/Ro-4atdtJMI/AAAAAAAAACs/7178gMMvdH4/s200/D.J.+and+Sissy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/Ro-4sddtJNI/AAAAAAAAAC0/F_NJ-yXz6R0/s1600-h/Sissy+and+Lisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084485578287555794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/Ro-4sddtJNI/AAAAAAAAAC0/F_NJ-yXz6R0/s200/Sissy+and+Lisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084486398626309362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/Ro-5cNdtJPI/AAAAAAAAADE/01X2YZpPFic/s200/Sissy+and+Kelly+in+the+hammock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is D.J. and Sissy - then, Sissy and Kelly chillin' in the hammock. And, me with Sissy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D.J. and Sissy are such terrric people. They live in Charleston, so we are going to catch up with them next week. We are looking forward to having some fun with them. I haven't known them long, but D.J. is Kelly's brother, and Kelly is married to my cousin Mark. (see the connection?) So, I am really, really looking forward to building a long and wonderful friendship with Sissy and D.J.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really just adore Sissy - she is so much fun and we have tons in common. I hope we will be close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/Ro--htdtJQI/AAAAAAAAADM/6KIbC4s8jrc/s1600-h/The+lake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084491990673728770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/Ro--htdtJQI/AAAAAAAAADM/6KIbC4s8jrc/s200/The+lake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/Ro_CXNdtJTI/AAAAAAAAADk/r2xtJw4hoAU/s1600-h/Ducks+in+a+row.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084496208331613490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/Ro_CXNdtJTI/AAAAAAAAADk/r2xtJw4hoAU/s200/Ducks+in+a+row.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084495564086519074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/Ro_BxtdtJSI/AAAAAAAAADc/brGp-fWNN5M/s200/The+lake+-+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, here are some pictures of the lake and a few of the locals - you might say that we had our "ducks in a row."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blessings. &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-4328142959777221497?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/4328142959777221497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=4328142959777221497&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/4328142959777221497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/4328142959777221497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2007/07/fourth-of-july.html' title='Fourth of July'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/Ro_CxNdtJUI/AAAAAAAAADs/LdvnZoYSVag/s72-c/Jacob+squirting+water+at+John.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-52662125677982951</id><published>2007-06-30T11:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T11:28:10.348-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>A Day at Dollywood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We spent yesterday (Friday) at Dollywood. What a blast!! Just me and my two favorite guys. For those of you who don't know where or what Dollywood is - it is an amusement park set in the Smoky Mountains near Gatlinburg,TN. It is owned by Dolly Parton (hence &lt;em&gt;Dolly&lt;/em&gt;wood). It's a mountain theme park - you know, a country fair, white water rapids, mines, lots of beautiful trees and flowers, country and gospel music, cotton candy, candy apples, homemade ice cream, you get the idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Dollywood is only a little over an hour from our house, so we can make a day trip of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;What a blessing it was to spend the day having fun with my husband and son. We rode rides, some of them multiple times, we ate, and there was lots and lots of laughter. What a blessed day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081874388495442914" style="WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" height="149" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RoZx1NdtI-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/U4i2PPPwtP8/s200/Dollywood-+June+2007+016.jpg" width="329" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Jacob and Frank on the River Rampage (for the fifth time). I rode the first two and decided I needed to dry out for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not very good at this picture thing - so, tips are not only appreciated they are hope for. So, bear with me and at least you can see some of the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RoZzA9dtI_I/AAAAAAAAABE/1MhF_Dh26Eo/s1600-h/Dollywood-+June+2007+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081875689870533618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RoZzA9dtI_I/AAAAAAAAABE/1MhF_Dh26Eo/s200/Dollywood-+June+2007+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RoZzQ9dtJAI/AAAAAAAAABM/U9D0ekVryJQ/s1600-h/Dollywood-+June+2007+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081875964748440578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RoZzQ9dtJAI/AAAAAAAAABM/U9D0ekVryJQ/s200/Dollywood-+June+2007+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jacob climbing the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, VICTORY!!! I'm the "King of the World".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RoZ0AtdtJBI/AAAAAAAAABU/Yyh5wIiWHIs/s1600-h/Dollywood-+June+2007+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081876785087194130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RoZ0AtdtJBI/AAAAAAAAABU/Yyh5wIiWHIs/s200/Dollywood-+June+2007+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Jacob on the Scrambler - we rode it six times in a row. I don't think I have ever heard him laugh so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081877291893335074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RoZ0eNdtJCI/AAAAAAAAABc/VBHT3kNivoI/s200/Dollywood-+June+2007+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here is a picture of me and Frank near the end of the day. You can see that we were tired, but still having a good time. Funny how Frank looks much less water logged than I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, one last picture of my little guy - we were just goofing off at some of the booths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081878168066663474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RoZ1RNdtJDI/AAAAAAAAABk/qeWhh-oMlYw/s200/Dollywood-+June+2007+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So, here are a few moments from an absolutely wonderful day. I can hardly wait for vacation - seven whole days of nothing but, me and my guys and fun, fun, fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3401482392901643502-52662125677982951?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/52662125677982951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=52662125677982951&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/52662125677982951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/52662125677982951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-at-dollywood.html' title='A Day at Dollywood'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O9mm70zXcpI/RoZx1NdtI-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/U4i2PPPwtP8/s72-c/Dollywood-+June+2007+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-6417569557618026235</id><published>2007-06-26T10:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T10:40:43.000-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>I Love My Name</title><content type='html'>I dearly love my name - the one my son calls me - "Mom." I can not think of a sweeter, more lovely word in the entire world of languages. I don't care what the translation, I love the name "Mom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, there was a time in my life when I didn't think I would enjoy the privilege of being called "Mom." First, I never thought I would find my prince charming, and then, doctors told me I couldn't have children. Well, it's a good thing our God is bigger than that!! I guess he showed me and we showed them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how I came to post this is that last night, Jacob was taking a bath in the whirlpool (which by the way sits in my bedroom - yeah, I know, that is for an entirely different post). He had the tub about half full, playing with his boats, toy sharks, whales and crocodiles, having a blast. I was sitting on the bed watching him in awe. Every few seconds he would say, "Hey Mom, watch this" while his shark or whale would perform some wonderous trick in the water. I would say, "Wow, that's amazing" or "I wonder if a shark can really do that?" and he would then tell me all about what it can or can not really do.&lt;br /&gt;But, I just kep watching him, thinking - He is my son. He came through me. This wonderfully handsome, brilliant, compassionate, loving little boy was sent by my God, through me - for me to love and nurture, to teach and lead to spend his life serving our awesome God. Wow!!  What a gift I've been given!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't imagine my life without Jacob. I don't think I would have been able to make this journey of life in this same direction. Which is exactly why I believe God sent him to me. I am supposed to be setting an example for Jacob. I am supposed to be shaping and molding him - but the real truth in this household is that Jacob is shaping and molding me. He helps me stay focused on the important things. He is a constant, tangible reminder everyday of God's grace and love for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, no matter what the tone of voice -  the excited, "Mom, Mom, watch this" or the baffled, "Mom, where is my . . ." or the demanding, "Moooooooom, come here a minute" or the sweet, "Good night, Mom, I love you." I will never get tired of my name. It is blessed and ordained by my God. And, I am very humbled to carry it in this life. I will never take it for granted - and I will answer it ever time I hear it - and those times when I don't hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I must end this post - I hear my name being called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-6417569557618026235?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/6417569557618026235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=6417569557618026235&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/6417569557618026235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/6417569557618026235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-love-my-name.html' title='I Love My Name'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-7935769363821051445</id><published>2007-06-20T06:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T07:01:35.145-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Praise'/><title type='text'>Where God has brought Me</title><content type='html'>In previous posts I have mentioned my son, Jacob and my husband Frank. But did I tell you how we got here in this promised land? Well, sit back, this might be a lengthy post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before my real life began, I had been in some really bad relationships. When I say bad, I mean bad for me. They were not the healthy give/take kind. I was the giver, they were the takers. I was the one who ended up hurt and discouraged. This went on for what seemed like an eternity. Praise my loving God it wasn't. In 1993, I swore off men &lt;em&gt;forever&lt;/em&gt;!! I started college (at age 27-go ahead add it up) and decided it was time for me. The part I left out at that point in my life was God. I didn't consult Him about what He wanted me to do. So, college life proved difficult for me - not the academic part - the social part. I felt so much older than everyone else. But, I did make friends and thankfully, the age difference proved not to matter. Most of my new friends didn't realize there was an age difference. However, I did get some questions and funny looks when I declined attending parties. I just couldn't go that route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after three years of college, (yes, right before my senior year) I left school to get a full time job. At the time, my reasoning was that I needed the money and would return to college later. But, I still didn't go to God first. What was I thinking (or not thinking).&lt;br /&gt;But, PRAISE HIM!! PRAISE HIM!! He was watching over me anyway. You see, in 1996, I met Frank while working at the local hospital. I was working in the office of the Chief Engineer for Maintenance and one very snowy (3 1/2 feet) morning, Frank came into the office to meet with my boss. Frank's company was to install a new fire alarm system to the hospital so he had to go over the plans with my boss.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the sweet part - Frank had been in the hospital before and unknowing to me, had seen me before. He had asked some of the maintenance guys about me and wanted to meet me. That's why he kept his appointment on that snowy day. Well, I had not been able to drive that morning (my dad's friend drove me) so Frank spent the &lt;em&gt;entire&lt;/em&gt; day at the hospital so he could drive me home. When he drove me home that afternoon I was so excited. Although I had sworn off men, I could tell there was something different about Frank. His eyes are the most beautiful blue in the world and they just mesmerized me.&lt;br /&gt;Well, when I entered the house, my mom asked who drove me home and without thinking, I said "That's the man I'm going to marry." And I did. Two years and ten days later.&lt;br /&gt;You see, that night, I went to God for the first time in several years. I just got down on my knees and asked His forgiveness and for His guidance. He has been with me ever since.&lt;br /&gt;Frank and I were married on February 14, 1998. It was a sweet little wedding. I only had three requirements. I wanted to be married in God's house. I wanted my daddy to give me away and I wanted a double ring ceremony. After that, it just didn't matter. But it was a sweet wedding without too many trimmings. Frank's children served us as Best Man and Maid of Honor. We were a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a year after we were married, I wanted a baby. I had always been told that I couldn't have children. I had problems of the female sort and my doctor just didn't think it was possible. Well, I knew that my God is bigger than any problem I could have, so I went to the book of 1 Samuel and prayed the prayer of Hannah. I left it to God believing His will would be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On April 27, 2000, I found out I was pregnant. Glory!!! My pregnancy was so easy. I was never sick, I ate &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; and gained 62 wonderful pounds. Jacob was born on December 21st after just three hours labor. It was a breeze.&lt;br /&gt;But, three days after Jacob was born, I went into post-partum toxemia (extremely rare), which led to fluid on my lungs. I was rushed to the hospital on Christmas Eve. The doctors were desperately fighting congestive heart failure. But, my God is bigger! The medications they gave me expelled the fluid enough to let me go home that night so I could be home with my husband, new baby and children on Christmas morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me when I say that I have never let go of God since. I will never go back to the way I was before. You see, it was when I met Frank that my real life began. It was on that day that God reminded me that, without Him, I really didn't have a life. With Him, I could have life and have it abundantly. (From John 10:10)&lt;br /&gt;Now, don't get me wrong, we are not rich in material things, but we are exceedingly rich in the things that matter. We have a Christ centered marriage and a Christ centered home. All three of our children know and serve God. Who could ask for anything more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's the short version of where God has brought me. I just love this journey but I love taking it with Him most. I shudder to think where I might be if I had left God out. Isn't He wonderful? He never gave up on me. He brought me out of the muck and mire to sit me upon the Rock. He cleaned me up and blessed me. I am His and He is mine.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Bless Him!! Bless Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love God. I just can't get enough of Him - I pray I never do!! I want Him. I want more of Him. He is awesome!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-7935769363821051445?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/7935769363821051445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=7935769363821051445&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/7935769363821051445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/7935769363821051445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2007/06/where-god-has-brought-me.html' title='Where God has brought Me'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-6439392608201593759</id><published>2007-06-18T15:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T16:20:28.573-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessings'/><title type='text'>A Great Day</title><content type='html'>I just had to share my day. I have had a wonderful day visiting with two of my favorite cousins. Selina lives in Boise, Idaho, so I don't get to see her but once a year (if I'm lucky). Tina lives in Rural Hall, North Carolina (not too far from Winston-Salem) and I really don't get to see her as often as I would like. They came to my house today. We had brunch and then just had a great time talking and visiting. I enjoyed having them here so much. I only wish they could have stayed longer - maybe even stayed all night. Oh, it would have been wonderful to be able to sit up late and really catch up. But, I am thankful that we had the time together that we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love my cousins. Although, we have always lived in different states, I have such good memories of these two beautiful women. Now that we are grown, they are more than my cousins, they are my friends, my sisters. They mean so much to me.  We just don't get to spend time together very often.&lt;br /&gt;We should really make an effort to see each other more often. I hope to visit Boise some time. That would be an awesome trip. I've never been out West, so it would all be new. That's my goal - to visit Boise. I think it would be fun to drive across country and make stops along the way. I could make a list a mile long of places I would love to see.&lt;br /&gt;Well, if it's God's will, then I will get to visit there. I'm going to pray about it. Just think how much fun we could have and the whole trip would be so educational for Jacob. The best part is that he would be having so much fun, he wouldn't even realize how much he would be learning. Mom tricks are so much fun.  You know what I think I will do - I'm going to start saving for my trip now. I'm going to go empty out my change purse right now.&lt;br /&gt;Boise - look out - cause here we come!! (I hope)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-6439392608201593759?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/6439392608201593759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=6439392608201593759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/6439392608201593759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/6439392608201593759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2007/06/great-day.html' title='A Great Day'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-1978053993939671700</id><published>2007-06-16T19:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T23:38:55.716-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessings'/><title type='text'>Little Victories</title><content type='html'>Well, today, I've tried so hard to follow the steps I've set before myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take vitamin - check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink more water - check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise - uh, well, I meant to - I just didn't get around to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, honestly, I have exercised in a way. I personally believe that such things as carrying loads of laundry up and down the stairs counts for something - as well as sweeping, vacuuming, mopping, dusting and carrying out the garbage. If that doesn't count for something, then I'm tired for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually do feel better today. So, I'm counting that as a small victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.K., now on to something nicer. I've been reading on other blogs that some of my bloggins sisters are in the midst of reading various books of the Bible. So, I want to share what I've begun to read.&lt;br /&gt;I've begun to read the Book of I Samuel. I've always loved the story of King David and I have Beth Moore's study "A Heart Like His" which is about David. But, I wanted to start at the beginning and go all the way through the story of his life. I love the begining of I Samuel. When I was trying to have a baby, I prayed the prayer of Hannah. I could identify with her so deeply.  And God heard me, just as He did Hannah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me tell you about my wonderful step-children. Amanda is 26 and a beautiful, intelligent young woman. She is engaged to be married to Andy, a sweet young man whom she has dated almost 9 years. The wedding is set for October 20th of this year.&lt;br /&gt;Alex is 22. He is a handsome, compassionate and fun loving young man. He just graduated from college and already has a full time job with the same company as his Dad. We are very proud of both of them. I love them as if they are my own and we have a wonderful relationship. I am very blessed.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, they brought dinner over to celebrate Father's Day with thier dad. It was so much fun. We took everything outside to the deck and had a wonderful meal. It is so nice to have all three kids here with us. Jacob adores his brother and sister so having them here is like a holiday for him. Alex plays baseball in the back yard with Jacob. Amanda reads or draws with him.&lt;br /&gt;How good is God to give us three terrific kids? I can't imagine any greater blessing here in this world.&lt;br /&gt;And here is the icing on the cake . . . thier Mom and I are good friends. Isn't that wonderful? We can talk on the phone or visit in our homes, we just get along so well. I am blessed by that friendship too because I hear that it is not common for the ex-wife to be friends with the second wife. I just count is as God's grace and enjoy His gift. Not to mention that it makes life easier on all of us involved, especially the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there are a few little victories for the day. I just stand amazed at how God is so good to this undeserving sinner. I just love Him so much - how could I not since He loves me so much. I am His and He is mine. I hope you know that you are His and He loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Lisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-1978053993939671700?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/1978053993939671700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=1978053993939671700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/1978053993939671700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/1978053993939671700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2007/06/little-victories.html' title='Little Victories'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-8505209712106476055</id><published>2007-06-15T20:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T21:00:03.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready for a Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This has been a difficult week for me. I'm not sure why, but I have been so tired, all I've wanted to do is sleep. Of course, there is way too much to do so, I've just been dragging through all the chores and homework then literally falling into bed at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I think I'm not drinking enough water or getting enough exercise (the energizing kind). Actually, my treadmill has a layer of dust on it right now. So, after a week of the yukkies, I'm ready for a change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;First thing I plan to do is, starting right now, drink more water. You see, I'm a Pepsi addict and, if given the choice, I will choose Pepsi every time. I don't like diet drinks - with all the controversy over aspartame, I can't bring myself to drink anything with an artificial sweetner. Nope, it's real sugar for me!! Uh, I mean more water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Next thing on the list is to take my vitamins everyday. I have a brand new bottle of multi-vitamins for women sitting in the cabinet. I think I've taken two since I bought them three months ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Then, I'm dusting off my treadmill. Even if I can only fit in twenty minutes or so, it's better than nothing. I'm on my feet all day, chasing the kiddoes, but it's not the same kind of exercise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm not going to lie and say that I'm excited about this - but, I know it's necessary. I just don't like feeling like this. I have too much going on in my life to get bogged down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;In John 10:10, Jesus tells us that He came so that we might have and enjoy life, and to have it in abundance. I want that. I really want that for me. I want to set a good example for my son. I want to be able to set a good example for the kids in my daycare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I just want to feel good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Frank, Jacob and I are going to Charleston, SC next month for vacation and I'm looking forward to having lots of energy for that trip. I love Southern history and Charleston is full of it. I want to feel great so I don't miss any of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'll post more on the Charleston trip later. Maybe by the time I get back I'll know how to post pictures on this blog. Anyone want to send me the "how-to's" for posting pictures?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyway, back to my changes - I was inspired by Kitty (kittyhox.blogspot.com) who has received Divine inspiration for an issue of her own. Kitty, you go girl!! I'm with you in prayer for the entire journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So, with God's help, I know I can have this victory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Blessings!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-8505209712106476055?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/8505209712106476055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=8505209712106476055&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/8505209712106476055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/8505209712106476055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2007/06/ready-for-change.html' title='Ready for a Change'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-7389920560333473069</id><published>2007-06-11T23:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T00:08:50.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Sister in Christ</title><content type='html'>I am so excited I can hardly write this post. O.K. let me start at the beginning, which is usually a very good place to start.&lt;br /&gt;I have a cousin, Ginger, who is as close to me as any sister could be. (I have one brother, no sisters). Ginger and I grew up together, spent summers together and shared many great times (well, some were not so great.) We've shared secrets - the kind that we will both take to our grave. She is precious to me - always has been - always will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been praying for Ginger for a long time, but recently in more specific areas. She and her husband, John have been trying to get pregnant for a long time now. But, if it is God's will, then it just isn't His time. I've prayed for God to let them both know that He is there, even if they don't get pregnant. But, I've also asked God if He could, well, maybe just this once, er, uh, change His mind if He hasn't planned for them to have children. Because, I know what it's like to want one and think it may not happen. Praise His Holy Name that my darling Jacob is part of His plan for me. But, that's another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, more than that, I've been praying for God to touch Ginger's heart. I know that she had never accepted Christ as her personal Savior - or even asked questions for that matter. She rarely went to church until about a year ago. She and John began attending the beautiful old stone church in downtown Roanoke, Virginia where they were married. Then, Ginger joined the choir - I was thrilled to hear about that - even though in the respect of singing, Ginger and I inherited the same amount of talent. But, I felt as if God was drawing her into His world by putting it upon her heart to join in the church activities. &lt;br /&gt;Then, last winter, I was visiting her and she wanted me to help her pick out a Bible that she could easily read. So, off we went to LifeWay Christian Bookstore (my favorite bookstore chain in the world). We found a Holman translation that she likes and a few more things we "needed." But, the important thing is - she &lt;em&gt;wanted &lt;/em&gt;a Bible - she &lt;em&gt;desired&lt;/em&gt; God's Holy Word. I was so happy to see God working. Well, it only gets better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month ago, Ginger emailed me to ask if I wanted to go to a "Walk to Emmaus" retreat with her. Let me tell you, I did some praising my Lord that day. I just love to watch Him work.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hadn't talked to Ginger since my birthday last month, but she called me Sunday afternoon. And guess what???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---- are you ready??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---- can you guess??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, God has been working  ----- Give Up??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginger received Christ as her personal Savior at church on Sunday. She went to the alter and got saved.  Whoop! Whoop!&lt;br /&gt;Take that devil!!!! Another Sister in Christ!!! One more for Jesus!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started shouting praises for God and dancing like David. Frank and Jacob came running into the kitchen and sang praises with me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what a glorious answer to prayer. I just love God. And just when I think my heart might burst with love for Him, He does something else wonderful and my heart just spills over. He is so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited for my cousin, uh, I mean my Sister. What a blessing!&lt;br /&gt;Now, I've got some more family members that I need to turn over to God and let Him do His work.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go talk to Him right now. No time like the present.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-7389920560333473069?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/7389920560333473069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=7389920560333473069&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/7389920560333473069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/7389920560333473069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2007/06/another-sister-in-christ.html' title='Another Sister in Christ'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-1230848612133014318</id><published>2007-06-07T22:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T22:28:00.591-04:00</updated><title type='text'>VBS Week</title><content type='html'>This has been Vacation Bible School week - six days. I have been the music director which is hilarious because I can't sing, read music or any of those musical things. So, what I do is make big posters of the words to the songs, and stick in a CD. Then I jump around and dance like David, before the Throne of God. You see, I'm a firm believer that God loves to hear us praise Him, whether we meet human voice standards or not. So, that's what I tell the kids and they really have a great time. I wish you could hear them lifting thier voices in praise. I love it, so I know God does too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I admit, that I am very tired. This week has been very full and I'm ready for Saturday morning when I can sleep late - at least until 7:00 a.m. You see, I am up at 5:00 a.m. every morning. So, on Saturday, if I sleep until 7 or (whoo hoo) 8:00 a.m. I feel like I'm really sleeping in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a new book that I'm looking forward to reading. I picked it up at the bookstore the other day. Other than that, I have no plans. I am so excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-1230848612133014318?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/1230848612133014318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=1230848612133014318&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/1230848612133014318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/1230848612133014318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2007/06/vbs-week.html' title='VBS Week'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-3992626963962788092</id><published>2007-06-06T10:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T11:10:16.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Sounds of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today, I hear the sweet sounds of summer. School here in upper East Tennessee has been officially "out" for summer for about 10 days. Yes, out early - go back too early. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I babysit two little cuties on a daily basis - but during the summer, I have a few extra. Usually, when the regular sitters are busy, then I'm called to fill in. Well, today is one of those days. Today, I have six, count'em, six kiddoes here for the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jacob - my darling son, who is so excited to have company today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jane Ann - my precious little niece, who stays with me daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Marisa - my cutie-pie niece, visiting this week from Knoxville for VBS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Chapel - the tow-headed sweetie, who is one of my regulars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Payton - Chapel's older brother, who is terrific with the younger ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Alyssa - the golden haired beauty who also has a beautiful singing voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh, the noise, the wonderful noise of children laughing and playing. They are getting along so well - so far. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We built a huge tent - using the entire (sectional) couch, two rockers, a table and ten blankets. They arehaving such a good time and they are using thier imaginations. Who could ask for more?? I'll let you know tomorrow how it turns out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For now, I'm just going to enjoy to the sounds of summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-3992626963962788092?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/3992626963962788092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=3992626963962788092&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/3992626963962788092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/3992626963962788092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2007/06/sweet-sounds-of-summer.html' title='Sweet Sounds of Summer'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-2954235777902802733</id><published>2007-06-05T06:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T06:56:02.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Do you have one person in your family that absolutely drives you insane? Well, I do. I won't mention any names but I will tell you this - she is my husband's older sister. Now, please don't get me wrong - I love her and I definately pray for her but she can tick me off quicker than anyone I've ever known. I am usually a very tolerant person and the older I get, the longer it takes to make me mad (I used to have  a very short fuse - Praise God for healing in that area).&lt;br /&gt;But, one telephone call from "her" and I am blowing my top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, right in the middle of Vacation Bible School, my cell phone rings - it is her. At first, giving her the benefit of the doubt, I thought she was calling to check on her daughter who is spending the week here to attend VBS (they live about two hours away) - but noooooooooo - she wanted me to jump head first into another family situation that was brewing at that particular moment. Has the gall to tell me it's my duty!!!  Uh, the last place any sane person wants to be is in the middle of a family squabble. Besides, did I mention that I was in the middle of VBS??? And, I'm the music leader for VBS. Even if I had thought I should get involved - what was I supposed to do with all those kids waiting to sing? "O.K. kids, here are the words, sing this song about 50 times and I'll be back as soon as I can." Yeah, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the first time and I suspect it is far from the last that she calls here trying to micromanage everyones life. My darling husband refers to her as "the crazy sister." I try to be a bit more discerning in my choice of adjectives - but, you know, the man has a point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.K., I have vented and feel much better. I sometimes wonder if other families have someone like this among the relatives. If so, how does one deal with a person like this?? So far, I have found that distance is a wonderful thing. I also love caller id - I can just simply ignore the call. Which is what I should have done last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly wait to hear comments on this post. Please, let me know I'm not the only one!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-2954235777902802733?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/2954235777902802733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=2954235777902802733&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/2954235777902802733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/2954235777902802733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2007/06/aaaaaahhhhhhhh.html' title='AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-535044039436073930</id><published>2007-06-02T21:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T21:40:07.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O.K. - I've been tagged for my firsts meme. I'm not really sure what that means - but I'm going to attempt to play along. It looks like fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I received this from Kitty (she is precious). So, here I go . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"My Personal Policies"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think it would be safe to say that we all have personal rules that we live by. Surely it's not just ME. I'm not talking about moral rules, like "Do not kill." I'm talking about the silly policies we impose on ourselves, like "Never eat anything you can't identify," or "Don't step on sidewalk cracks." For some reason, I started mentally listing the quirky rules I follow and got curious about other people's personal rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;These are my little quirks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;1) My purse should ALWAYS match my outfit - no one purse goes with everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2) My lipstick should always match/compliment my outfit - no one lipstick goes with everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;3) Iron everything except farm clothes. (This actually is a family trait)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;4) When exiting the recliner - the footrest should be in the down position.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;5) NEVER use anyone else's toothbrush, lipstick, nosespray, make-up brushes - basically, anything having to do with the facial area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;6) All of the hangers should be turned in the same direction - always over the rod - NEVER under.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;7) Whoever eats that last cookie in the bag should throw the bag away, not put it back in the cabinet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;As shallow as these may be, I have to claim them as mine. Now, what are yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-535044039436073930?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/535044039436073930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=535044039436073930&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/535044039436073930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/535044039436073930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2007/06/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-4676185972598358210</id><published>2007-06-01T06:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T06:43:30.435-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The things I do for my child!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For those of you with a weak stomach - you might want to skip this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I have never been labeled as a person who denied a challenge. So, when the following ocurred this week - it seemed like the only possible thing I could do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Jacob and I were eating dinner together Tuesday evening. Frank was working at the farm, so it was just the two of us. I had prepared corn-on-the-cob, one of Jacob's favorites and one of the few vegetables that he will eat without me begging, pleading or otherwise negotiating the terms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;He had only taken a few bites when he suddenly started spitting the corn back onto the plate and screaming, "my tooth, my tooth." I, first, attempted to calm him down so I could get a grasp on exactly what had happened, but at that moment he could not be consoled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When I realized what had happened, I checked his mouth and sure enough he had lost a bottom front tooth. The drama was because he couldn't find it. He just wailed "I swallowed my tooth."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So, as any calm and rational mother would do, I tried soothing him by explaining that this kind of thing happens all the time and it will be o.k. He was worried, not only that the Tooth Fairy wouldn't come, but that the tooth would be in his tummy &lt;em&gt;forever&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I then proceeded to explain "no, your tooth will not be in your tummy forever" which then led to a nutshell explanation of the digestive system. I also told him that the Tooth Fairy would completely understand; we could write a note and tell her what had happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;That wasn't good enough. He wanted his tooth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So, the next morning, I foolishly thought the whole matter had been forgotten &lt;em&gt;until&lt;/em&gt; . . . Jacob had to go to the bathroom. He came to me with tears in those big blue eyes worried that when he went to the bathroom all hope of finding his tooth would be lost. What was a mother do to? My child wanted his tooth and I was going to get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So, we pulled out the old potty chair and Jacob did his part - then I took over to finish the race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Yes, I did!! I donned the rubber gloves, found an old sifter and went on an archeological dig right there in the bathroom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;About half an hour later, when I had gone through, er, uh, everything, I was very disappointed to find nothing - well, not a tooth, anyway. I set my resolve to try again next time and went to take a long, hot shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;About an hour later, something ocurred to me - I didn't check the corn cob to see if the tooth was stuck in it. So, I found another pair of rubber gloves and headed for the garbage. When I finally found the cob, there was the tooth, still stuck in it, right where Jacob had taken his last bite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Needless to say, Jacob was thrilled and I was "the bestest Mommy in the whole, wide world." The look on that sweet little face was worth anything I had to do to find that tooth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But, the story doesn't end there. I am almost positive I heard God chuckle. You see, I make an effort to pray over everything - especially the little things. I pray when I can't find something, when I need a new idea for dinner, or when I'm looking for a parking space at WalMart. So, why didn't I pray to find the tooth? It might have saved me some, uh, digging. But, I didn't - I just dove right in. SuperMom to the rescue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Now that it is all over, I am convinced that if I had simply gone to God, He would have given me the thought to check the corn cob first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But, then again, maybe He wanted to remind me of all the times He has had to put on the rubber gloves to clean up one of my messes. I'm sure that when He was digging through the stuff, He was shaking His head saying, "the things I do for My child."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-4676185972598358210?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/4676185972598358210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=4676185972598358210&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/4676185972598358210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/4676185972598358210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2007/06/things-i-do-for-my-child.html' title='The things I do for my child!'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-4750627967001605129</id><published>2007-05-30T09:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T11:12:04.871-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My son, Jacob is six years old. He is a wonderful little boy with big blue eyes and a smile that makes me melt. I love to hear him giggle because when he laughs, he laughs with his whole being. He is such a joy and my greatest gift. I am priveledged to be his mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Last night, Jacob spent the night with my mom and dad. My dad had been here helping in the hay field all day, so Jacob decided to go home with him. My mom bought a small swimming pool for him to have when he comes to visit. (No, my parents are not above a little bribery)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;As Jacob and Papaw pulled out of the driveway, I immediately missed my sweet son. Oh, I am happy that he loves his Granny and Papaw and that he wants to spend time with them. I wouldn't have it any other way but watching him leave without me still tugs at my heart strings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I called Jacob last night before bedtime to tell him good night and to remind him to be good. Much to my dismay, he was having such a good time, he really didn't want to be bothered by me. He quickly said "good-night" and "I love you, too, Mom" and off he went. I was a little more than disappointed. So, I called again this morning. The result was much the same. Jacob was having fun and didn't have time to talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Then I heard a little message from God. He told me that is how He feels when I spend time away from Him. It pulls at His heart strings. Whenever I fail to spend time with God or to include Him in everything I do, then He misses me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;God desires for us to stay close to Him at all times. Sometimes, when go off on our own and don't bother to keep in close touch with God, He might 'call' us to check on us. We shouldn't be too busy or have too much fun to ignore the call. We should stop what we are doing and take time to talk to our Father. We need to read His Word and to meditate on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I shudder to think how many times I have gone about my business and God has 'called' to check on me but I was too busy to take the call. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'll call Jacob again later today to see how he is doing. He had better not be too busy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-4750627967001605129?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/4750627967001605129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=4750627967001605129&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/4750627967001605129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/4750627967001605129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-son-jacob-is-six-years-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401482392901643502.post-8922661761873395224</id><published>2007-05-29T16:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T17:50:49.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in These Hills</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As I begin this blog, I will tell the nutshell version of how it all came about. I live in the hills of upper East Tennessee. This is the area where Tennessee and Virginia meet. I live in a rural area of what is known as the Tri-Cities. It is a beautiful place. We are surrounded by rolling hills and green pastures. I have come to love this place but I did not always feel this way. You see, I was born in a little town in Southwest Virginia. Abingdon, the town in which I was born, is rich with history and Southern charm. I never thought I would leave. Actually, I never wanted to leave. I was perfectly content to stay right there in Virginia surrounded by my family and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Then, God revealed His plan. He sent the most wonderful man into my life and, as the saying goes, the rest is history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Frank literally walked into my life and stole my heart. That was twelve years ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When I agreed to become Frank's wife, I had no idea that God had even greater plans. Doctors had always told me I would probably never have children. I didn't like it - but I didn't think I could change it and I couldn't. But, God can and He did. God blessed us with the most precious baby boy I had ever seen (an unbiased observation,LOL). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So, what I have found living here in these hills is that this is where God's plans are being revealed. And, even greater, this is where God is revealing Himself. So, how could I not love it here? I have a daily walk with my Lord and Savior, I am blessed beyond comprehension.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I have come into my 'Asher' blessings. I can hardly stand it - I am so excited to see what comes next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401482392901643502-8922661761873395224?l=fromthesehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/feeds/8922661761873395224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401482392901643502&amp;postID=8922661761873395224&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/8922661761873395224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401482392901643502/posts/default/8922661761873395224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesehills.blogspot.com/2007/05/living-in-these-hills.html' title='Living in These Hills'/><author><name>Lisa Bolling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06509023534284338911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6F1CWMVHyUc/TtOtnkfGtWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oH9VjpfHRMg/s220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
