<?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-12156583</id><updated>2011-11-30T17:27:24.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE ALABASTER BOX</title><subtitle type='html'>Choosing To Give God My Very Best</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>323</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-106213463002645850</id><published>2011-11-29T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T09:35:00.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strength</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sing aloud unto God our strength; make a joyful noise unto the God of Jacob. Psalm 81:1&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is no greater joy than spending time in prayer, reading God's word, and receiving what God has spoken. Sing aloud, make a joyful noise and expect God to give you strength!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-106213463002645850?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/106213463002645850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=106213463002645850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/106213463002645850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/106213463002645850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2011/11/strength.html' title='Strength'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-4034690444338693097</id><published>2011-10-01T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T16:33:30.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;It is necessary, then, to cultivate the habit of being &lt;span style="background-color: #FFFFC1;"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; for every good thing that comes to you, and to give thanks continuously.~ Wallace D. Wattles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, Verdana, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Blessings great or small are worthy of acknowledgement. You choose whether or not you are grateful or unthankful. Grateful for God's faithfulness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="searchauthor" style="font-size: 0.72em; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; font-weight: bold; color: #000000; margin-top: 8px; margin-bottom: 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-4034690444338693097?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/4034690444338693097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=4034690444338693097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/4034690444338693097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/4034690444338693097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2011/10/untitled.html' title='Gratitude'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-7130047112390267392</id><published>2011-09-10T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T11:11:40.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;This morning, I am grateful and thankful for all of God's wonderful blessings. We awoke to the sound of booming thunder, and then watched the torrents of rain and marble-size hail fall from the sky. Hail, in Southern California -- imagine that. As I stood at the door and watched the rain and hail, I was in awe at the fierceness of the storm. All you could hear was the sound of rain.  The storm quickly ceased. Now I sit here and hear the lull of our so called "river" and the sweet, joyful sound of birds singing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I'm reminded once again that God is faithful, and He will give you peace in the midst of every life circumstance. Thankful that the "Lord blesses His people with peace." (Pslams 29:11)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-7130047112390267392?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/7130047112390267392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=7130047112390267392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/7130047112390267392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/7130047112390267392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2011/09/untitled-2.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-3347092908919578323</id><published>2011-07-28T18:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T18:28:15.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans, Committment and God's blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Proverbs 16:9, The heart of a man plans his way, but the Lord establishes his steps. Proverbs 16:3 reads, "Commit your work to the Lord, and your plans will be established. Pray over your plans, commit yourself to what you desire and expect God to bless the work. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-3347092908919578323?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/3347092908919578323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=3347092908919578323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/3347092908919578323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/3347092908919578323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2011/07/plans-committment-and-god-blessing.html' title='Plans, Committment and God&amp;#39;s blessing'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-2274061265459439486</id><published>2011-06-10T20:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T18:24:01.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Supernatural by Sheldon Pryor</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The other night before going to bed Sheldon told me that he was going to write stories during the summer. Here's his first creative writing story&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 19px;"&gt;SUPERNATURAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"&gt;It was August 18, 1945, when the Nazis attacked my village. They destroyed everything leaving only trails of blood. My friend was forced to go to a concentration camp. After that day, everything changed. It was peaceful before the Nazi invaders attacked are small, village. We lived a peaceful life. But then news had reached that the Germans had conquered France. And then well… they attacked. We cried in fear as we heard the ring of a rifle being shot. My father rushed out of the house with his M-1. We fought back, but our attempts to protect the village were to no avail. My mother screamed as tears flowed down her pale cheeks at the sight of the Nazis killing the residents of Landsmeer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"&gt;The Germans had already breached the walls of our village. My mother said to me, “We must pray. It is the only thing to do.” I cried to God, “Lord don’t let us die like this; send your mighty army of angels, anything!” Suddenly the wind picked up speed as mighty angels with flowing white garments and glowing double edged sword appeared. We heard a knock on our door. We opened to see one of these mighty angles of the Lord. The angel said, “God hath sent us to save his chosen ones. He hath said no man shall harm my people.” Suddenly we heard loud hoarse screams, but this time it was the Germans. The ground suddenly cracked with a loud sound and the Nazis were engulfed in fire. There were cheers from the beaten people of Landsmeer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"&gt;Two years later the war had arisen to a bloody massacre of Germans and Americans. When I was finally old enough to join the army, I enlisted in the 46&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; regiment. That day our commander John Higgins told us we were going to take part in the freeing of France. It was a cold morning with a light drizzle. I awoke to the sound of large vehicles and hoorahs. I soon realized today was the day we were to head to France. I arose, put on my uniform, and grabbed my mp 40. As I boarded jeep number 7, the Captain shouted, “Hoorah!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"&gt;We were riding along a winding dusty road when suddenly the Captain shouted, “Get down!” Immediately mortars started to fire at us we were hit by one and it totaled our jeep. I was knocked out and awoke in the middle of a battle. I was next to Captain and he said to me, “Son, are you alright?” I replied, “Yes sir, I’m fine. Where is my gun?” He shouted back, “By the jeep.” He told me to stay down until I could find a gun. I found a wounded soldier and asked for his gun. He replied, “Yah, may God be with you.” I joined the rest of my regiment at the base of a hill. The commander shouted, “This is your time. This is what you’ve been preparing for. Make America proud boys and God speed to you all.” Finally, the order came, “Charge!!” Cries of fury and fear arose as we ran up the hill. When we reached the top, immediately soldiers were getting shot--falling like dominoes. But we just kept running. Suddenly we were trapped in a cemetery about 50 ft wide give or take. The Germans had surrounded us. There was no way out. Sadly, only a couple of handfuls of soldiers survived the charge. I remembered what my momma always said when there is nothing you can do pray. I prayed the same prayer I prayed in Landsmeer. God send your mighty army of angels. Again the wind picked up to speeds like of a tornado and thousands upon thousands of angels appeared in white garments holding double edged swords. Suddenly, Germans started falling all around us. I shouted, “Let it be known to all men God hath sent his mighty angels to protect us. God is with us!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"&gt;It was that day that I soon realized God was keeping his hand of protection upon me and my fellow soldiers. One evening around our campfire I said to the Commander remember that one time when we were surrounded by Germans and suddenly they just started to fall. Well, that wasn’t by accident. God was with us. I saw a look of confusion upon his face. I decided to quote Deuteronomy 6:4, “Here O’ Israel the Lord Our God is one Lord.” Since that one evening my Commander decided to believe in God. One night he asked me, “How come we can’t see God?” I replied, “That is a strange question you might ask; I really do not know. All I know is it’s all about faith. I asked him when you sit in a chair, do you check to make sure it will hold you?” He replied, “Well… no. I replied, “So then even though you don’t know if the chair will hold you, you sit down. It’s just like believing in God. You don’t know if he’s real but you still believe in Him.” He said, “I get it now.”&lt;br &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"&gt;Before I went to bed that night I prayed to God. Lord wherever my friend is help me to find him and save him from the harsh concentration camp. On our daily patrols the next day, we saw a small prison like place. Immediately I knew what it was it was a concentration camp! I ran back to camp shouting, “I found a concentration camp.” We decided we would attack it at night when it is dark and we can move around more with a better chance of not being seen. When the clock struck 12:00, we attacked. At first they didn’t know what was going on, but then they fought back. It was 9:00 in the morning before the Germans surrendered. We had conquered Concentration Camp 5! As we searched through the camp to find the survivors I saw my friend. He was skinnier then I remembered and very dirty. But I knew it was him.&lt;br /&gt;After we had finally conquered France, I retired from the army with a medal of honor for rescuing the prisoners from the concentration camp. I had decided to share my knowledge of God to many others and become a Pastor. And later I had a family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"&gt;The moral of the story is though we can’t physically see God with the human eye, we can sense his presence with our spiritual eye. Follow the right path and you will do just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-2274061265459439486?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/2274061265459439486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=2274061265459439486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/2274061265459439486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/2274061265459439486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2011/06/untitled-1.html' title='Supernatural by Sheldon Pryor'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-9183351575307990556</id><published>2011-03-28T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T11:25:04.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pentecostalsofoc/5484972636/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5178/5484972636_d6c3731266_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pentecostalsofoc/5484972636/"&gt;IMG_1494&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pentecostalsofoc/"&gt;pentecostalsofoc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You are my sonshine.  ~Author Unknown&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-9183351575307990556?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/9183351575307990556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=9183351575307990556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/9183351575307990556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/9183351575307990556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2011/03/img1494-originally-uploaded-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5178/5484972636_d6c3731266_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-4383484230097074763</id><published>2011-03-27T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T20:15:17.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pentecostalsofoc/5484378649/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5095/5484378649_c51f907b36_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pentecostalsofoc/5484378649/"&gt;IMG_1496&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pentecostalsofoc/"&gt;pentecostalsofoc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Simply smiling for the camera. Love my family!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-4383484230097074763?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/4383484230097074763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=4383484230097074763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/4383484230097074763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/4383484230097074763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2011/03/img1496-originally-uploaded-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5095/5484378649_c51f907b36_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-7025978833123406002</id><published>2011-03-25T12:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T12:54:51.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Puddles and Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The allure of a puddle - love stomping, watching the water splash in all directions and if you happen to be close by, well, I guess you are going to get wet. Puddles are delightful and bring much cheer to the one who dares to take a moment and simply splash! Thank you dear puddle for the joy that you bring with the simple reminder that life is precious and you must stop and stomp in the puddles!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-7025978833123406002?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/7025978833123406002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=7025978833123406002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/7025978833123406002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/7025978833123406002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2011/03/rain-puddles-and-joy.html' title='Rain Puddles and Joy'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-7917632416503270345</id><published>2011-03-14T12:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T12:31:08.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He Found You</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;He found you in the desert land, and in the howling waste of the wilderness, He encircled them, He cared for him as the apple of his eye. (Duet. 32:10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;God found you in the "howling waste of the wilderness." He found you when you were in your most unloveable, ugly time of life. And yet God encircled you with His grace and a mercy and you became the Apple of His Eye! Thank God for mercy, love, forgiveness and unfailing grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-7917632416503270345?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/7917632416503270345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=7917632416503270345&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/7917632416503270345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/7917632416503270345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2011/03/he-found-you.html' title='He Found You'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-8163491786806752034</id><published>2011-03-10T11:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T11:56:01.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun In the Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Lights went out and then we headed to bed. Still no worries. Thankfully, there was a gas stove for cooking. Sabrina is the best cook ever. Homemade pancakes and sausage. Yummy!&lt;/p&gt;After breakfast, it was time to have fun in the snow. Fun and more fun. We had a snow fight, laughed often, and made a snowman. This city girl learned something new too. Call me silly, but I always wondered how you create a perfectly round snowman. Thanks to Joseph, the trick, I learned is to simply form your base and then roll it in the the snow; as you roll it, it picks up snow and until it forms a perfect ball. I know, silly me, but this little tidbit was a fun fact to learn. And our snowman was picture perfect. You can't play in the slow without sledding. Our bunny slope was fun. The girls decided to summersault and roll down the slope; crazy, fun times.&lt;/p&gt;Returned from lunch to still no electricity. Finally, reality began to set in. Hmm, we just might need some candles. Time to start asking complete strangers for candles. Did not make much progress until a gentleman said he would bring us candles. And a very nice lady gave us a couple boxes of candles. The gentleman stayed true to his word, and in the evening we enjoyed a delightful night illuminated by the soft glow of candles. Much fun indeed. Everyone continued to play games and simply enjoy the moment.&lt;/p&gt;Unable to end this post without giving God the glory for the serene moments in life. Looking down on the city below, it was simply gorgeous. All bundled up and simply taking in this breath taking scenery. Then it started to snow. Nothing will take your breath away as you sit and tenderly feel the snowflakes gingerly fall on your face. You then begin to think about a faithful God. God is ever present even in those silent moments when you are just breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whenever a snowflake leaves the sky, it turns and turns to say Goodbye!" (Alexander Selkirk) So I say goodbye to this marvelous time and know that this trip was filled with many moments that simply took my breath away. Thankful for all of God's marvelous blessings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-8163491786806752034?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/8163491786806752034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=8163491786806752034&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/8163491786806752034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/8163491786806752034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2011/03/fun-in-snow.html' title='Fun In the Snow'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-4585976166422895984</id><published>2011-03-03T19:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T19:39:44.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Moments that simply take your breath away are unique indeed. The annual youth snow trip just ended. I can still smell the smoke scent in my hair, but this subtle scent just serves as a reminder of this wonderful trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Getting up to Crestline was a journey in and of itself. Thankfully, we left early and arrived just before the snow storm. The snow starting falling and the roads were quickly becoming slick. We, did however, have a wee bit of a challenge trying to find our road. Once we arrived at the cabin and settled down, all was well.&lt;/p&gt;Dinner was simple: grilled cheese sandwiches. Dessert was even more fun, flat chocolate chip cookies. Learned a valuable lesson, higher altitude means adding more flour and extra bake time. Oh, and you will need to add more sugar too! We also had "homemade" popcorn. You know the kind that you make on the stove and then load it with lots of butter and salt! Watching Courtney, Kevin and Cody make this timeless treat was a blast.&lt;/p&gt;My favorite memory for this first night was watching the young people play games. The unity was simply "off the charts!" There is no sweeter sound then yelps, laughs, and lots of noise that equates to great fun. We also had a memorable devotion. Nothing will take your breath away as you watch young people pray and encourage one another. Lovely time indeed!&lt;/p&gt;Then to end the evening, the lights went out, but we were not too alarmed as we knew it would be back on tomorrow or so we thought. That is an exciting story in and of itself. Stay tuned as there is more to come.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-4585976166422895984?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/4585976166422895984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=4585976166422895984&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/4585976166422895984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/4585976166422895984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2011/03/together.html' title='Together'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-1649406145034614455</id><published>2011-02-03T12:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T13:03:01.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Lesson On Compliments</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Always enjoy those special moments when Sheldon shares something significant concerning his day. Each day I will call and ask how his day went or sometimes I will ask while we are driving to dinner. Regardless, his answers to my questions are usually short quips such as as good, no test tomorrow, no I don't have any homework. The highlights of his day are not usually spoken until we are ready for bed. Then it is as if a light goes on and he suddenly, much to my enjoyment, wants to talk about his day.&lt;/p&gt;He proceeded to tell me about a compliment he received. He was really excited. He said that a friend of his challenged him to race and Sheldon won. The friend then said, "You run fast." Sheldon responded, "Thanks and so do you!" While I was excited to hear about his race, I was also proud of him for returning a compliment.&lt;/p&gt;Robert Orben states, "A compliment is verbal sunshine." Compliments whether big or small bring much happiness and everyone likes a compliment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A life lesson: daily take time to compliment someone. Wanting to give a compliment and refraining from doing it is missing out on a moment to bring happiness to someone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#330000" face="georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-1649406145034614455?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/1649406145034614455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=1649406145034614455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/1649406145034614455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/1649406145034614455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2011/02/life-lesson-on-compliments.html' title='Life Lesson On Compliments'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-487620337316682498</id><published>2011-01-24T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T12:37:28.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Note From My Journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Florence Littauer states, "Our words should be like a little silver box with a bow on top. We need to speak words of encouragement." Ephesians 4:29 reads, "Let no corrupting talk come out of your mouths, but only such as is good for building up, as fits the occasion, that it may give grace to those that hear. And do not grieve the Holy Spirit, by whom you were sealed for the day of redemption. Let all bitterness and wrath and anger and clamor and slander be put away from you, along with malice. Be kind one to another; tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Corrupt talk is like a bee sting; you will feel the pain, but after awhile it will not be as intense. When you are the subject of someone's hurtful remarks, please do not be discouraged and most importantly apply the salve of love and forgiveness and give it over to God!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-487620337316682498?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/487620337316682498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=487620337316682498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/487620337316682498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/487620337316682498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2011/01/just-note-from-my-journal.html' title='Just A Note From My Journal'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-6255290014232681130</id><published>2010-12-13T12:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T12:51:58.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 7:16 a.m. Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Momma said there'd be days like this. True words for this Monday morning. Here's how it rolled:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday December 13, 2010, was going to be a busy day at work. Motions to file. "Motion days" oftentimes stress me out especially if it falls on a Monday because I am usually lacking energy.&lt;/p&gt;The plan: prayer and more prayer. All weekend I have prayed, Lord please give me strength to make it through this day. Please help me to keep the right attitude and not be grouchy. I know surprise, I used the word "grouchy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Sunday night I failed to set my alarm thinking and knowing that Sheldon would set his. No worries there until I tried to read the blurry numbers on the clock, 7:16 a.m. Not a good thing; jump out of bed and realize that it is true, we have overslept. On such a morning as this, usually it would be a flurry of rushing around like a crazy lady. Thankful that all was calm. Told Sheldon hey we are running late. He had 15 minutes to get ready! He left the house on time. And even though I wanted skip my morning run, I knew I needed that extra boost of energy. So I ran, felt much better about life, prayed and headed to work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankful for prayer. God cares about the little things in life and He has blessed this day. What started at as a frantic morning, is really a lovely day. The motions still need to be filed but thankful for joy and peace. My friend Donna asked, "how is it going?" My response, "Great. And glad to say that I'm in a good mood." Attitude is everything. Without prayer, I know this could day could have been a disaster. Recipe for a busy morning: Prayer and keeping the right attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-6255290014232681130?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/6255290014232681130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=6255290014232681130&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/6255290014232681130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/6255290014232681130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-716-am-morning.html' title='My 7:16 a.m. Morning'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-5962242088452776183</id><published>2010-11-24T15:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T15:09:42.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working With All of Your Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Love those moments when you can instill in your child a life lesson. Hence, one of my mottos: make every moment count; seize every opportunity. This was one of those "make every moment count" opportunities. Hectic week indeed but I had a scheduled a note on my calendar: paint with Sheldon. Sheldon knew that on Friday we were going out for a family dinner and then heading to the church to paint. He was going paint the inside of the hospitality bar, and I was going to finish painting the baptismal cabinet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had just started when he said, "Mom do you think anyone will notice that I painted this?" I smiled and this scripture came to my mind:&lt;/p&gt;"Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for men, since you know that you will receive an inheritance from the Lord as your reward." (Col. 3:23-24)&lt;/p&gt;We talked about how there may be many instances where no one notices something that you did, but God always notices. There is a joy in working for God's kingdon and what an awesome privilege it is to serve God! &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-5962242088452776183?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/5962242088452776183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=5962242088452776183&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/5962242088452776183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/5962242088452776183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2010/11/working-with-all-of-your-heart.html' title='Working With All of Your Heart'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-3545627985193780391</id><published>2010-11-16T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T12:11:14.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Consideration</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Keep the other person's well being in mind when you feel an attack of soul-purging truth coming on."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;~ Betty White&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-3545627985193780391?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/3545627985193780391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=3545627985193780391&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/3545627985193780391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/3545627985193780391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2010/11/untitled.html' title='Consideration'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-9148292810822633025</id><published>2010-08-29T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T17:31:49.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/3602034840/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3614/3602034840_20d036b777_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/3602034840/"&gt;IMG_0915&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapryor/"&gt;MAPryor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It isn't what you have, or who you are, or where you are, or what you are doing that makes you happy or unhappy. It is what you think about.” - Dale Carnegie&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-9148292810822633025?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/9148292810822633025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=9148292810822633025&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/9148292810822633025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/9148292810822633025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2010/08/img0915-originally-uploaded-by-mapryor.html' title=''/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3614/3602034840_20d036b777_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-1505366746411348688</id><published>2010-07-16T00:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T00:16:31.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember the Sawdust</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;An amazing chapter is unfolding. The destination God holds in the palm of his hand. I know this is just the beginning of the marvelous works that we are about to experience.&lt;/p&gt;I will endeavor to always remember the sawdust that I held in my hand. It will always remind me of the nights that we worked hard even though we were weary. I will forever be grateful to those who sacrificed their time, talents and efforts to be a blessing to our church. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;Like an ocean wave, my heart swells with thankfulness when I recall the ladies painting walls, sweeping floors, cleaning and cooking food. Grateful for the dedicated, strong men who sacrificed their time to reconstruct walls, tear out carpet, tile floors, remove ceiling tiles, re-enforce a platform, and paint walls. Thankful for young people that are committed to serving and being a part of working at the church. Thankful for the many blessings of God!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-1505366746411348688?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/1505366746411348688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=1505366746411348688&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/1505366746411348688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/1505366746411348688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2010/07/remember-sawdust.html' title='Remember the Sawdust'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-3138569628543203728</id><published>2010-07-03T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T00:17:02.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pentecostalsofoc/4707011654/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4068/4707011654_f0a529ea4c_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pentecostalsofoc/4707011654/"&gt;Bike-A-Thon 2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/pentecostalsofoc/"&gt;pentecostalsofoc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A mother laughs our laughter,&lt;br /&gt;Sheds our tears,&lt;br /&gt;Returns our love,&lt;br /&gt;Fears our fears.&lt;br /&gt;She lives our joys,&lt;br /&gt;Cares our cares,&lt;br /&gt;And all our hopes and dreams she shares.&lt;br /&gt;- Julia Summers&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-3138569628543203728?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/3138569628543203728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=3138569628543203728&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/3138569628543203728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/3138569628543203728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2010/07/bike-thon-2010-originally-uploaded-by_6231.html' title=''/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4068/4707011654_f0a529ea4c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-629076064574484515</id><published>2010-07-03T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T00:11:05.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pentecostalsofoc/4706372861/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4042/4706372861_68afea6c9f_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pentecostalsofoc/4706372861/"&gt;Bike-A-Thon 2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/pentecostalsofoc/"&gt;pentecostalsofoc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Girls are giggles with freckles all over them. -- Author Unknown&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-629076064574484515?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/629076064574484515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=629076064574484515&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/629076064574484515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/629076064574484515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2010/07/bike-thon-2010-originally-uploaded-by_03.html' title=''/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4042/4706372861_68afea6c9f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-7647103307356719875</id><published>2010-07-01T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T12:35:51.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pentecostalsofoc/4707052972/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4020/4707052972_caf029f5c1_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pentecostalsofoc/4707052972/"&gt;Bike-A-Thon 2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/pentecostalsofoc/"&gt;pentecostalsofoc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.” ~ Leo F. Buscaglia&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-7647103307356719875?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/7647103307356719875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=7647103307356719875&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/7647103307356719875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/7647103307356719875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2010/07/bike-thon-2010-originally-uploaded-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4020/4707052972_caf029f5c1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-4203751479342174451</id><published>2010-06-30T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T12:46:37.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pentecostalsofoc/4706374739/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4047/4706374739_c75163e16f_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pentecostalsofoc/4706374739/"&gt;Bike-A-Thon 2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/pentecostalsofoc/"&gt;pentecostalsofoc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"A friend is someone who reaches for your hand, but touches your heart." - Kathleen Grove&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-4203751479342174451?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/4203751479342174451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=4203751479342174451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/4203751479342174451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/4203751479342174451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2010/06/bike-thon-2010-originally-uploaded-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4047/4706374739_c75163e16f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-8903207204933392986</id><published>2010-06-20T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T11:35:45.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/3956445455/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2550/3956445455_1f63283a5a_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/3956445455/"&gt;mom dad and sheldon ~ 1st Christmas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapryor/"&gt;MAPryor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy Father's Day!  One of God's greatest gifts is  a loving, caring Dad.  I'll never forget the day we first heard Sheldon's heart beat.  We both looked at each other and tears came to our eyes.  At that precise moment, we knew we were embarking on an exciting journey called parenthood.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 7, 1999, at 7:32 a.m., I remember seeing you hold Sheldon for the first time.  I'll never forget that special moment.  The first night, you were the one to feed Sheldon as I was too groggy on the medication.  Again, I marveled at your natural ability to love your son.  Then, there was the second day when the nurse brought Sheldon to us and we noticed band aids on his heel.  The doctor told us that they were running tests to rule out an infection.  The look on the doctor's face was enough to let us know that something serious was going on.  I remember as we stood near the window holding Sheldon and praying over him.  After a short while, it was time for Sheldon to be examined and when he was returned to us he was wearing a heart monitor.  Thankfully, all turned out well and we were finally able to go home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever situation you face, you always take time to pray.  Your faith in God amazes me.  You are a prayer warrior.  You set a Godly example for Sheldon to follow, and we are thankful for such a marvelous, caring Dad. Thank you for all the time you spend with us.  We love you!&lt;br clear="a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-8903207204933392986?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/8903207204933392986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=8903207204933392986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/8903207204933392986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/8903207204933392986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2010/06/mom-dad-and-sheldon-1st-christmas.html' title='Happy Father&amp;#39;s Day'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2550/3956445455_1f63283a5a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-6391720251189919165</id><published>2010-06-11T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T19:25:35.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/4351791215/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4065/4351791215_3627591c11_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/4351791215/"&gt;IMG_1092&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapryor/"&gt;MAPryor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In reading over Sheldon's work I found a story called I Am:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am funny and kind; &lt;br /&gt;I wonder about what it would be like to be famous;&lt;br /&gt;I hear a woodpecker pecking at a tree;&lt;br /&gt;I see a flower blooming in the spring;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be able to drive a car;&lt;br /&gt;I am funny and kind;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretend to be a person who jumps off really tall places in the water;&lt;br /&gt;I feel happy about giving and receiving gifts;&lt;br /&gt;I touch a silver laptop;&lt;br /&gt;I cry when I get a bad grade;&lt;br /&gt;I am funny and kind;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand I wear glasses;&lt;br /&gt;I say don't worry be happy;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of being a secret agent that works for the U.S. Government;&lt;br /&gt;I try to draw things that I see;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to stay an only child;&lt;br /&gt;I am funny and kind.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-6391720251189919165?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/6391720251189919165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=6391720251189919165&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/6391720251189919165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/6391720251189919165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2010/06/img1092-originally-uploaded-by-mapryor.html' title=''/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4065/4351791215_3627591c11_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-5218096459831379901</id><published>2010-05-19T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T12:44:53.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Salsa Fox</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Spending time with friends is always fun. Just the other night we decided to have Kathy and Ariel over for dinner. The menu was simplistic: the best grilled hamburgers, chips, salsa and guacamole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was putting the finishing spices on the the guacamole, I thought it could use a little more salsa. So, I shook the container only to realize all too late that the lid was not screwed on. What a surprise as I watched salsa swiftly splash on the floor and graciously splatter the bookshelf. Gasp! I know, my first reaction was that of total shock. It was about 6:20 and my friends were about to arrive in less than ten minutes. Hmm, what to do: meltdown or laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, the right attitude trumped, and I promptly began the process of cleaning up the spill. I even thought about doing a little jig on top of this red, gooey mess, but thought better of it as the idea of tomatoes between my toes was not too appealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible talks about not allowing those little foxes to spoil the vine. And thankfully, the "Salsa Fox" did not hinder my evening! Sometimes you simply have to enjoy life's surprises and try to maintain the right attitude. I could have become upset and quite possibly my sour attitude would have ruined the whole evening for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad to report that we had an enjoyable evening, and I am still smiling over the lovely faded new spot that I have on my carpet that will always remind of the night I chose to laugh instead of cry. Hmm, I think new carpet may be in order though.&lt;br clear="a&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/body&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/html&amp;gt;" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-5218096459831379901?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/5218096459831379901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=5218096459831379901&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/5218096459831379901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/5218096459831379901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2010/05/invest-time-originally-uploaded-by.html' title='The Salsa Fox'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-8170337349572284467</id><published>2010-04-22T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T12:20:37.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/3800222300/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2465/3800222300_71915ff5a3_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/3800222300/"&gt;IMG_0977&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapryor/"&gt;MAPryor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Growing pains are defined as "pain in muscles or joints sometimes experienced by children and often attributed to rapid growth."  Perhaps you have heard your child mention that his legs hurt and if you have no other reason to attribute it too, you may simply respond, "Oh, those must be growing pains."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about the "growing pains" you experience in your walk with God.  No, these pains are not real, but I am using the word as a comparison for many life experiences or lessons.  With every lesson and the temporary pain that is associated with it, you can be thankful for the various milestones and the remarkable victories that you celebrate.  "We plan the way we want to live, but only God makes us able to live it.  It pays to take God seriously."  (Prov. 16:9, The Message)  There is something so beautiful when you look back over a situation that caused you much disappointment only to realize that you were about to learn a valuable lesson that you alone needed to experience.  Growing pains are good because they remind you that you are maturing in the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will sing for joy in God, explode in his praise from deep in my soul! He dressed me up in a suit of salvation, he outfitted me in a robe of righteousness, As a bridegroom who puts on a tuxedo and a bride a jeweled tiara.  For as the earth bursts with spring wildflowers, and as a garden cascades with blossoms, So the Master, God, brings righteousness into full bloom and puts praise on display before the nations.  Look, Your Saviour Comes!  (Isaiah 61:10-11, The Message)&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-8170337349572284467?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/8170337349572284467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=8170337349572284467&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/8170337349572284467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/8170337349572284467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2010/04/img0977-originally-uploaded-by-mapryor.html' title=''/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2465/3800222300_71915ff5a3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-2791857599261915426</id><published>2010-04-05T12:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T12:50:52.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; font-weight: bold; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Thank You For Being My Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Thank you for believing in me when I found it difficult to believe in myself...for saying what I've needed to hear sometimes, instead of what I've wanted to hear... for siding with me...and for giving me another side to consider.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Thank you for opening yourself up to me...for trusting me with your thoughts and disappointments and dreams...&lt;br /&gt;for knowing you can depend on me&lt;br /&gt;and for asking my help when you've needed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Thank you for putting so much thought and care and imagination into our friendship... for sharing so many nice times and making so many special memories with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Thank you for always being honest with me&lt;br /&gt;being kind to me...being there for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Thank you for being a friend to me in so many meaningful ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--Larry S. Chengges&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-2791857599261915426?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/2791857599261915426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=2791857599261915426&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/2791857599261915426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/2791857599261915426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2010/04/friend.html' title='Friend'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-5948652571463710769</id><published>2010-03-18T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T18:54:19.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/2580017132/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3061/2580017132_1801d80078_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/2580017132/"&gt;IMG_0383&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapryor/"&gt;MAPryor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;“The best thing to give to your enemy is forgiveness; to an opponent, tolerance; to a friend, your heart; to your child, a good example; to a father, deference; to your mother, conduct that will make her proud of you; to yourself, respect; to all men, charity. ~ Benjamin Franklin&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-5948652571463710769?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/5948652571463710769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=5948652571463710769&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/5948652571463710769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/5948652571463710769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2010/03/img0383-originally-uploaded-by-mapryor.html' title=''/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3061/2580017132_1801d80078_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-3677052762488561338</id><published>2010-03-09T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T19:37:40.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Time To Wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;Wait on the LORD: be of good courage, and he shall strengthen thine heart: wait, I say, on the LORD. (Psalm 27:14)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;Waiting is definitely not one of my strengths. Have you ever felt like you just needed that new pair of shoes, but you knew you needed to wait? Waiting does not mean you will not possess what you want, it just could be that the timing is not quite right. However, this is the day that I will wait on the Lord. What is so marvelous is that God already has the provisions that you need and that is why it is vital to take courage in the predicament that you are facing and simply wait on God to give you the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-3677052762488561338?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/3677052762488561338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=3677052762488561338&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/3677052762488561338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/3677052762488561338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2010/03/it-time-to-wait.html' title='It&amp;#39;s Time To Wait'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-2778293790288295478</id><published>2010-02-16T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T12:16:14.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/4352558442/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2730/4352558442_a94aace152_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/4352558442/"&gt;IMG_1116&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapryor/"&gt;MAPryor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Silly moments happen everyday.  We just need to take time to capture the moment.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-2778293790288295478?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/2778293790288295478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=2778293790288295478&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/2778293790288295478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/2778293790288295478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2010/02/img1116-originally-uploaded-by-mapryor.html' title=''/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2730/4352558442_a94aace152_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-7184416089856282362</id><published>2010-02-12T12:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T12:31:37.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recommending A Great Book - Love &amp; War By John and Stasi Eldrige</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The book &lt;a href="http://ejohnson@randomhouse.com"&gt;Love &amp;amp; War&lt;/a&gt; (Finding the Marriage You've Dreamed Of) by John and Stasi Eldredge is a fabulous. If you desire to see a meaningful change in your marriage, this book is for you. Your marriage is so important and that is why it is essential to take time to read books that will offer a myriad of great advice. You will be empowered with great ideas and tools to help create a stronger marriage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The following is a passage from this wonderful book, "God uses marriages to bring us the possibility of the deepest joys in life; Satan tries to use it for destruction. Without you, your spouse will not become the man or woman that God intends him or her to be and the Kingdom of God will not advance as it is meant to advance. Your spouse plays the most vital role in your life. You play the most critical role in your spouse's life. No one will have a greater impact on your spouse's soul than you."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The time to make a change in your marriage is now. The investment will cost you some time, energy, and thoughtfulness, but you will reap great dividends! So do not wait any longer, get going and start reading this book. Your spouse will thank you for it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. You may visit the following &lt;a href="http://WaterBrookMultnomah.com"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; to purchase the book.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-7184416089856282362?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/7184416089856282362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=7184416089856282362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/7184416089856282362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/7184416089856282362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2010/02/recommending-great-book-love-war-by.html' title='Recommending A Great Book - Love &amp;amp; War By John and Stasi Eldrige'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-665355987080624923</id><published>2010-02-05T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T19:12:33.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/4192342218/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2591/4192342218_3b9a195e94_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/4192342218/"&gt;Sheldon &amp;amp; Grandma 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapryor/"&gt;MAPryor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Looking over pictures today, and this one made me smile.  So thankful for Grandma!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-665355987080624923?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/665355987080624923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=665355987080624923&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/665355987080624923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/665355987080624923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2010/02/sheldon-grandma-1-originally-uploaded.html' title=''/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2591/4192342218_3b9a195e94_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-7682893021674865246</id><published>2010-01-20T13:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T13:03:25.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Mistakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"Anyone who has never made a mistake has never tried anything new." (Albert Einstein)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like this quote as it challenges me to keep on trying something new. Your mistakes have away of teaching you some great life lessons. So, do not let your short comings keep you down. If you fail, do not despair but rather try something new, apply your new-found knowledge from your mistake, and move forward! There are boundless opportunities that await, but it is up to you to seize the moment!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-7682893021674865246?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/7682893021674865246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=7682893021674865246&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/7682893021674865246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/7682893021674865246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-mistakes.html' title='On Mistakes'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-1946736956335728905</id><published>2009-12-29T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T20:07:07.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Parent's Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/4192307348/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2576/4192307348_a18d35b02a_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/4192307348/"&gt;Cuff links, French cuffs and Pinstripes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapryor/"&gt;MAPryor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You gotta love that smile and absolute look of confidence.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Sheldon and daddy are enjoying a father and son time of bonding.  They are going to Youth Convention.  Sheldon called and said, "Mom I could have a me and you night or daddy night.  What do you think I should do?"  Of course I tried to encourage him to make up his own mind, and he further responded by saying, "I need some input here, mom."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that he is spending time with daddy and going to church.  My heart is filled with joy and thankfulness because he has such a wonderful, Godly example to follow.  He sees and hears his daddy pray.  He watches his daddy at Church and sees how he worships God.  In a nutshell, he sees how his daddy lives on a day-to-day basis.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents, strive to be a Godly example for your kids.  They truly are observing what you do.&lt;br clear="a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-1946736956335728905?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/1946736956335728905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=1946736956335728905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/1946736956335728905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/1946736956335728905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2009/12/parent-love.html' title='A Parent&amp;#39;s Love'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2576/4192307348_a18d35b02a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-8660231780033742554</id><published>2009-12-11T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T09:43:21.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/857258878/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1096/857258878_c2015224e8_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/857258878/"&gt;IMG_0055.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapryor/"&gt;MAPryor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Do you ever really stop to consider your life experiences? Some of my experiences have have been rather challenging, but one thing for sure, I have determined to always serve the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember the times that as a teenager when I was not allowed to go to church. My heart ached for opportunity to worship God, for the fellowship of my church family, but whenever I asked my parents if I could go to church, sadly enough the answer was no. I remember those lonely days and the tears that I cried, but God was faithful through this time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remember a time when I could not decide if I should return to college or continue taking piano lessons. I made the decision and placed this dream of playing the piano on hold as I pursued a college education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just two examples of dilemmas that I faced. As I look back over my life, I can see God's gentle hand guiding me. God truly was preparing me for what I am today. Those lonely days made me realize that God is always with me. What I thought was a sacrifice of not playing the piano, God has blessed me to play this instrument today. My education and career are now a blessing because I am able to work as we continue to follow after God's plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life is a series of chapters, but God is the author; God is faithful! Just put your trust in God because he knows what is best for you!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-8660231780033742554?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/8660231780033742554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=8660231780033742554&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/8660231780033742554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/8660231780033742554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2009/12/img0055.html' title=''/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1096/857258878_c2015224e8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-7979638408727764689</id><published>2009-12-08T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T18:11:26.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of Advice</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/856397269/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1210/856397269_5c2a72ab0b_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/856397269/"&gt;IMG_0053.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapryor/"&gt;MAPryor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have lived long enough and you are honest with yourself, at some point in your life you have felt those ugly envy pains. You may have even uttered the words, "Oh, if I had her life, I would be so happy." God knows what is best for you and you are living a life according to His plan and purpose. I like what &lt;a href="http://lysaterkeurst.blogspot.com"&gt;Lysa Terkeurst&lt;/a&gt; says in her book Becoming More Than A Good Bible Study Girl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am not equipped for her good.&lt;br /&gt;I am not equipped for her bad.&lt;br /&gt;I am not equipped to carry the weight of her victories.&lt;br /&gt;I am not equipped to shoulder her burdens.&lt;br /&gt;I am not equipped to be her in any way.&lt;br /&gt;I am, however, perfectly equipped to be me.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, thank You, God, for only entrusting me with what I have and who I am."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you view it from this perspective, you realize just how blessed you are to be you!&lt;br clear="a&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/body&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/html&amp;gt;" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-7979638408727764689?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/7979638408727764689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=7979638408727764689&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/7979638408727764689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/7979638408727764689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2009/12/untitled.html' title='Words of Advice'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1210/856397269_5c2a72ab0b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-6453268725842362795</id><published>2009-11-21T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T21:43:52.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/4088911840/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2672/4088911840_9e709b66f0_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/4088911840/"&gt;outerspace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapryor/"&gt;MAPryor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Living for God is filled with many adventures.  Maximize the moment, believe for the unexpected, and pursue your passions!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-6453268725842362795?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/6453268725842362795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=6453268725842362795&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/6453268725842362795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/6453268725842362795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2009/11/outerspace-originally-uploaded-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2672/4088911840_9e709b66f0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-7966456430312920736</id><published>2009-11-03T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T13:15:48.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/3956447535/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2479/3956447535_c994151329_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/3956447535/"&gt;Praisin' Lil' Pentecostal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapryor/"&gt;MAPryor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bless the LORD, O my soul. O LORD my God, thou art very great; thou art clothed with honour and majesty. I will sing unto the LORD as long as I live: I will sing praise to my God while I have my being.&lt;br /&gt;(Psalm 104:1,33)&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-7966456430312920736?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/7966456430312920736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=7966456430312920736&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/7966456430312920736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/7966456430312920736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2009/11/praisin-lil-pentecostal-originally.html' title=''/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2479/3956447535_c994151329_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-1228940515560942274</id><published>2009-10-30T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T12:51:27.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter - Have You Laughed Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pentecostalsofoc/4051908204/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2621/4051908204_75cd9d6d94_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pentecostalsofoc/4051908204/"&gt;Oct. 2009 112&lt;/a&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/pentecostalsofoc/"&gt;pentecostalsofoc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes a picture simply speaks for itself. No matter what you are facing, laughter truly is a special gift to be shared with friends. "Carry laughter with you wherever you go." (Hugh Sidey)&lt;br clear="a&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/body&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/html&amp;gt;" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-1228940515560942274?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/1228940515560942274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=1228940515560942274&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/1228940515560942274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/1228940515560942274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2009/10/untitled.html' title='Laughter - Have You Laughed Today'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2621/4051908204_75cd9d6d94_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-2196126267689924716</id><published>2009-10-12T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T17:29:09.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pentecostalsofoc/3166546147/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1040/3166546147_b90cfd69c7_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pentecostalsofoc/3166546147/"&gt;youth convention 2009 032&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/pentecostalsofoc/"&gt;pentecostalsofoc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;C.H. Spurgeon said, "There should be a parallel between our supplications and our thanksgivings. We ought not to leap in prayer, and limp in praise."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to leap in prayer and praise!  God is worthy to receive our praise and adoration.  When you come to church, remember to praise Him!  It is through your praise and adoration that God is able to give you strength.  When you are at a low ebb in life, that is when you should fervently praise God.  If you want to be an overcomer, keep on praising God.    Praise is beautiful and God is worthy of our praise!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-2196126267689924716?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/2196126267689924716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=2196126267689924716&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/2196126267689924716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/2196126267689924716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2009/10/youth-convention-2009-032-originally.html' title=''/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1040/3166546147_b90cfd69c7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-5620827734229495065</id><published>2009-09-15T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T21:31:39.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/3800222300/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2465/3800222300_71915ff5a3_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/3800222300/"&gt;IMG_0977&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapryor/"&gt;MAPryor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Proverbs 16:24 reads, "Pleasant words are as an honeycomb, sweet to the soul, and health to the bones."&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-5620827734229495065?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/5620827734229495065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=5620827734229495065&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/5620827734229495065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/5620827734229495065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2009/09/img0977-originally-uploaded-by-mapryor.html' title=''/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2465/3800222300_71915ff5a3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-8430223805480696801</id><published>2009-09-07T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T18:11:08.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/3799372687/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2645/3799372687_d4292dd39b_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/3799372687/"&gt;IMG_0963&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapryor/"&gt;MAPryor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy Birthday, Sheldon.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-8430223805480696801?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/8430223805480696801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=8430223805480696801&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/8430223805480696801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/8430223805480696801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2009/09/img0963-originally-uploaded-by-mapryor.html' title=''/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2645/3799372687_d4292dd39b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-6484302938449448884</id><published>2009-09-07T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T13:15:48.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/250578264/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/110/250578264_6937cc8de9_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/250578264/"&gt;07080110.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapryor/"&gt;MAPryor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ten years ago, God blessed Mark and I with an adorable boy--Sheldon.  Today, September 7, 2009 Sheldon turns ten.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheldon, we love you so much, and we are thankful that God blessed us with such a remarkable child as you!  You bring such joy and happiness into our lives.  I love your sense of humor and that fact that you have a passion to serve God. You are my sunshine.  Love you!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-6484302938449448884?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/6484302938449448884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=6484302938449448884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/6484302938449448884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/6484302938449448884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2009/09/07080110.html' title=''/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/110/250578264_6937cc8de9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-2550907150666741623</id><published>2009-08-17T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T12:13:53.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pentecostalsofoc/3786987159/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3458/3786987159_31310b9d99_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pentecostalsofoc/3786987159/"&gt;july 09 004&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/pentecostalsofoc/"&gt;pentecostalsofoc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Never be bullied into silence.  Never allow yourself to be made a victim.  Accept no one's definition of your life; define yourself."  (Harvey Flerstein)&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-2550907150666741623?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/2550907150666741623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=2550907150666741623&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/2550907150666741623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/2550907150666741623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2009/08/july-09-004-originally-uploaded-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3458/3786987159_31310b9d99_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-6792696427341712603</id><published>2009-08-08T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T18:19:32.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Wasting Your Seconds?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pentecostalsofoc/3786980035/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2625/3786980035_48bae8f99e_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pentecostalsofoc/3786980035/"&gt;july 09 039&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/pentecostalsofoc/"&gt;pentecostalsofoc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every minute you are angry, you lose sixty seconds of happiness. ~Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further, those minutes will add up to hours and then days. Anger is a very real emotion that if left to fester can turn into hatred. We are encouraged to love one another. Stop wasting your moments and begin by focusing on the the positive rather than the negative. Stop being angry and choose to be happy. Put your trust in God and He will restore you!&lt;br clear="a&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/body&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/html&amp;gt;" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-6792696427341712603?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/6792696427341712603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=6792696427341712603&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/6792696427341712603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/6792696427341712603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2009/08/are-you-wasting-your-seconds.html' title='Are You Wasting Your Seconds?'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2625/3786980035_48bae8f99e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-7553475923548591545</id><published>2009-07-24T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T23:51:28.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray More Than You Criticize By Mark Driscoll</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/3586560597/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2059/3586560597_f1446b468a_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/3586560597/"&gt;FTRA1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapryor/"&gt;MAPryor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Words by Mark Discroll:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for the shepherds. Pray for them more than you criticize, e-mail, gossip, or blog about them. Pray that they would have a discerning mind to know who is a sheep. Pray that they would have a thick skin. Pray that they would have a humorous outlook. That they would laugh at themselves, that they would have a tender heart toward Jesus and the sheep. That they wouldn't be hammered, that they would keep a tender heart, that they would have a humble disposition, that when criticisms are true, they would repent. That they would look at a criticism for a kernel of truth to be sanctified by.  Pray that shepherds would have encouraging families, that their wife would endure all the criticism, backbiting, people who would use her to get influence, that she would remain close to Jesus and be a place of refreshment for her husband, that she would know her job is to keep her husband from despair—not by always agreeing with him but agreeing that she will always be for him.  Pray for his children as people take shots at his   family. That his children would not go astray because critics love that.  Pray that one of the elders in the church is a good sniper. That he could spot people who are trying to take down the pastor. If the pastor tries to do it, it's a lose-lose situation. Some of you elders here need to get in the middle.  Pray that the shepherds would have evangelistic devotion, that they would not just feed the sheep, but that they would love the lost. That they would not waste their time checking their ratings and overlook Paul's admonition to do the work of an evangelist. That they wouldn't be so buried in firefights that they can't see more people become sheep.  Pray for the shepherds, that they would learn selective hearing, that they would listen to their elders, that they would invite into their lives good counsel. Not everything that is said is worth a hearing. Shepherds can become so hard-hearted that their ears are closed and they spend time justifying themselves when they shouldn't. They need to know who to listen to, who to heed, and who to not to. (Mark Driscoll)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-7553475923548591545?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/7553475923548591545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=7553475923548591545&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/7553475923548591545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/7553475923548591545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2009/07/ftra1-originally-uploaded-by-mapryor.html' title='Pray More Than You Criticize By Mark Driscoll'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2059/3586560597_f1446b468a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-7603207336967215260</id><published>2009-07-12T22:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T21:47:00.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Creaking?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px;"&gt;Cheerfulness is what greases the axles of the world. Don't go through life creaking. ~H.W. Byles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px;"&gt;When you hear a creak, you immediately want to find out where it is coming from so that you can rectify the situation. Creaks are annoying, but once you find the source and put some much needed grease on it, then the creak is gone. So the next time you hear yourself complaining, take time to change your negative words into encouraging and uplifting words. By doing this small act, you will then spread much cheerfulness and enrich someone else's life! So,"let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom." ~Marcel Proust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-7603207336967215260?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/7603207336967215260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=7603207336967215260&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/7603207336967215260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/7603207336967215260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2009/07/are-you-creaking.html' title='Are You Creaking?'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-2093860677120562566</id><published>2009-06-23T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T20:59:40.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blissful Ocean</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/3602025514/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3646/3602025514_dccf74fb39_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/3602025514/"&gt;IMG_0894&lt;/a&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapryor/"&gt;MAPryor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“May your joys be as deep as the ocean, your sorrows as light as its foam."&lt;br clear="a&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/body&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/html&amp;gt;" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-2093860677120562566?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/2093860677120562566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=2093860677120562566&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/2093860677120562566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/2093860677120562566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2009/06/img0894-originally-uploaded-by-mapryor.html' title='Blissful Ocean'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3646/3602025514_dccf74fb39_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-5108474594900565103</id><published>2009-06-22T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T21:08:55.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/3601198349/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3633/3601198349_05acb40ede_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/3601198349/"&gt;IMG_0872&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapryor/"&gt;MAPryor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="a&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/body&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/html&amp;gt;" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe, we thank God for you, the Best Dad. You are a faithful friend and are always making us laugh. When we need a hug, your arms are always open. There is no greater joy than watching you lead Sheldon. You are a prayer warrior, and a man of great integrity. We love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-5108474594900565103?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/5108474594900565103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=5108474594900565103&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/5108474594900565103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/5108474594900565103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2009/06/img0872-originally-uploaded-by-mapryor.html' title='Best Dad'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3633/3601198349_05acb40ede_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-973399108005262543</id><published>2009-06-11T12:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T12:45:56.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Gold</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;During my morning devotional, this scripture caught my attention:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Pure gold put in the fire comes out of it proved pure; genuine faith put through this suffering comes out proved genuine. When Jesus wraps this all up, it's your faith, not your gold, that God will have on display as evidence of his victory. (The Message, 1 Peter 1:7)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;God is so faithful. Sometimes our faith is tested, but God's greatness always amazes me. Just when you think it is over, God steps in and shows just how much he loves you. Have you ever had one those moments? In those moments when you can't see the light at the end of the tunnel, God is still there! God is our provider and faithful friend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-973399108005262543?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/973399108005262543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=973399108005262543&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/973399108005262543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/973399108005262543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2009/06/pure-gold.html' title='Pure Gold'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-892380316531896668</id><published>2009-05-29T17:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T17:51:42.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being There</title><content type='html'>"Even though we've changed and we're all finding our own place in the world, we all know that when the tears fall or the smile spreads across our face, we'll come to each other because no matter where this crazy world takes us, nothing will ever change so much to the point where we're not all still friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quote reminded me of my most recent trip to San Jose to see a dear friend of mine.  No matter where this journey takes you, you will always have friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-892380316531896668?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/892380316531896668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=892380316531896668&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/892380316531896668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/892380316531896668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2009/05/being-there.html' title='Being There'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-8585558669050339224</id><published>2009-05-18T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T17:34:34.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another School Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I &lt;span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;can still remember the first day Sheldon actually attended a public school. I cried, and he was very excited. Now, four years later, he is a fourth grader and soon to be a fifth grader. He is already looking forward to the fifth grade "clap out" where the whole school lines up and honors all the departing fifth graders. I know this day will happen sooner than I think. I find it hard to fathom that summer vacation is just around the corner! It seems like just yesterday I was waking him up for the first day of school. His fourth grade year will soon be a memory etched in my mind. This year has not been without struggles, but He has matured so much! Thanking God for such a wonderful child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-8585558669050339224?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/8585558669050339224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=8585558669050339224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/8585558669050339224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/8585558669050339224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-school-year.html' title='Another School Year'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-123860255879410135</id><published>2009-05-02T10:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T15:07:50.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caution: Avoid Complaining -- It's Not Good for You</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"Complainers attract other complainers while repelling positive people . . .. When you complain about other people, you have no time to love them." (John Mason) You need to praise people more than you complain about them. Oftentimes, complainers are lonely, desperate people always seeing the cup as "half empty." Complaining is simply a negative habit that can be changed. &lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;"If you have time to whine and complain about something then you have the time to do something about it." (&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic;"&gt;Anthony J. D'Angelo)&lt;/span&gt; Instead of complaining about someone or a situation that you face, begin by thanking God for the very thing that you are complaining about. You just might find that there really was no need to complain, you just need to view your situation and/or that individual from a positive perspective. Or more importantly, simply change your way of thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morale of this thought is: &lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;"If you don't like something change it. If you can't change it, change your attitude. Don't complain." (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maya Angelou)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-123860255879410135?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/123860255879410135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=123860255879410135&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/123860255879410135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/123860255879410135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2009/05/caution-avoid-complaining-it-not-good.html' title='Caution: Avoid Complaining -- It&amp;#39;s Not Good for You'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-1611292006174118010</id><published>2009-04-27T18:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T18:31:35.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Concerning Jealousy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Quote: &lt;span style="color: #003399; font-family: Arial;"&gt;“&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/jealousy_is_a_tiger_that_tears_not_only_its_prey/193851.html" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: #003399; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Jealousy is a tiger that tears not only its prey but also its own raging heart&lt;/a&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jealousy stems from a false perception, and if left to fester, will turn you into one miserable individual. When you feel this ugly emotion trying to gain control, you need to remind yourself that you will not in any way, shape or form allow yourself to entertain such mean, spirited thoughts. Whisper a genuine prayer and begin thanking God for his many blessings! When you get your focus into proper perspective, it is then that you are able to love the one that you are jealous of over.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-1611292006174118010?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/1611292006174118010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=1611292006174118010&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/1611292006174118010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/1611292006174118010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2009/04/concerning-jealousy.html' title='Concerning Jealousy'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-862566588264193597</id><published>2009-04-25T11:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T11:05:37.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Smile at each other, smile at your wife, smile at your husband, smile at your children, smile at each other -- it doesn't matter who it is -- and that will help you to grow up in greater love for each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;-- Mother Teresa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-862566588264193597?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/862566588264193597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=862566588264193597&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/862566588264193597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/862566588264193597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2009/04/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-5618744321188617779</id><published>2009-04-11T11:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T11:16:26.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun In the Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #CC0066; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;"The more fun you have, the greater your value to yourself and to your society. The more fun you share with others, the more fun you have."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #CC0066; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;There is no greater fun than being with friends. We have had a memorable week of spring break, and we are only too thankful to have spent time with friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-5618744321188617779?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/5618744321188617779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=5618744321188617779&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/5618744321188617779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/5618744321188617779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2009/04/fun-in-sun.html' title='Fun In the Sun'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-1298366022468710418</id><published>2009-03-26T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T18:32:09.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/2579999942/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3144/2579999942_909588e16e_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/2579999942/"&gt;IMG_0331&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapryor/"&gt;MAPryor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dearest Babe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 15h Anniversary!  Thank you for always being the bright star in my life!  You are not only my husband, but you are my dearest and best FRIEND.  You listen, encourage, and challenge me to always strive for higher heights.  Thank you for being so loving and understanding.  When I laugh, you laugh.  When I cry, you are there to wipe the tears but most importantly, you are apart of  my life.  During these past 15 years, we have experienced so much together!   God blessed me with you, and I am forever thankful and grateful!!  I did not just marry an ordinary man, but someone who is extraordinary and who puts God first and foremost.  You are a strong leader !  Thanking God for you always!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together, we are a team charging forward!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-1298366022468710418?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/1298366022468710418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=1298366022468710418&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/1298366022468710418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/1298366022468710418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2009/03/img0331-originally-uploaded-by-mapryor.html' title=''/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3144/2579999942_909588e16e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-8398929933225824015</id><published>2009-03-20T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T15:23:46.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Melody</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pentecostalsofoc/3313437674/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3572/3313437674_9563f500fd_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pentecostalsofoc/3313437674/"&gt;youth snow trip 09 023&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/pentecostalsofoc/"&gt;pentecostalsofoc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Your life is a reflection of how finely you play your tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“One man gets nothing but discord out of a piano; another gets harmony. No one claims the piano is at fault. Life is about the same. The discord is there, and the harmony is there. Study to play it correctly, and it will give forth the beauty; play it falsely, and it will give forth the ugliness. Life is not at fault. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-8398929933225824015?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/8398929933225824015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=8398929933225824015&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/8398929933225824015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/8398929933225824015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2009/03/youth-snow-trip-09-023-originally.html' title='Your Melody'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3572/3313437674_9563f500fd_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-5966777587854533955</id><published>2009-03-05T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T17:31:44.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/2230634541/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2076/2230634541_439ef4fa7e_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/2230634541/"&gt;FlowersFromChurch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapryor/"&gt;MAPryor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;“Let me be a little kinder, Let me be a little blinder to the faults about me; Let me praise a little more, Let me be, when I am weary; Just a little bit more cheery, Let me serve a little better those that I am striving for. Let me be a little braver When temptation bids me waver, Let me strive a little harder to be all that I should be; Let me be a little meeker to the brother that is weaker; Let me think more of my neighbor and a little less of me.”&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-5966777587854533955?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/5966777587854533955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=5966777587854533955&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/5966777587854533955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/5966777587854533955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2009/03/flowersfromchurch-originally-uploaded.html' title=''/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2076/2230634541_439ef4fa7e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-8228549850887761027</id><published>2009-02-28T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T00:06:03.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unexpected Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/2335554465/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3080/2335554465_69f2dff983_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/2335554465/"&gt;Deb's Cuts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapryor/"&gt;MAPryor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today was an extremely busy day, but I am thanking God for the unexpected little things in life that we simply take for granted. Tonight as I was watering my plants, I noticed something marvelous-- a tiny rosebud about to burst forth into a beautiful rose. Then &lt;a href="http://www.markpryor.org/journey"&gt;Mark&lt;/a&gt; posted a blog about enjoying the process which brings me to my point tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we get so caught up in the process of doing that we fail to notice the small wonders around us. We are always thinking, "Oh, I can't wait until." Dreams and goals are great, but you can't afford to despise the long, desolate times that you must endure for awhile or until you get there, so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to the realization that any time you set out to do something great, it requires quite a bit of time, effort and patience. My prayer is Lord, please help me to enjoy the journey. There will be long, weary days but a miracle does await if you remain steadfast. Weariness will set in, but God is forever faithful and His strength is sufficient!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just thankful for the sweet rose that I beheld at the end of my busy day because I was reminded of God's faithfulness and how marvelous He truly is.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-8228549850887761027?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/8228549850887761027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=8228549850887761027&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/8228549850887761027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/8228549850887761027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2009/02/debs-cuts-originally-uploaded-by.html' title='The Unexpected Rose'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3080/2335554465_69f2dff983_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-6500594973940904599</id><published>2009-02-28T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T00:04:18.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Eva</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pentecostalsofoc/3312606051/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3346/3312606051_93bb493b80_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pentecostalsofoc/3312606051/"&gt;youth snow trip 09 047&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/pentecostalsofoc/"&gt;pentecostalsofoc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eva the snowgirl --isn't she beautiful. Eva started out with snow, then they added glasses, a scarf, and finally hair--my hair. Just one memory that we will always remember and laugh about. :)&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-6500594973940904599?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/6500594973940904599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=6500594973940904599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/6500594973940904599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/6500594973940904599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2009/02/youth-snow-trip-09-047-originally.html' title='Meet Eva'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3346/3312606051_93bb493b80_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-495817121800051799</id><published>2009-02-24T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T21:25:21.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Retreat 2009 - Spectacular With Many Memorable Moments!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pentecostalsofoc/3304913579/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3426/3304913579_8c09550b22_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pentecostalsofoc/3304913579/"&gt;youth snow trip 09 104&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/pentecostalsofoc/"&gt;pentecostalsofoc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Meet Philana, aka super woman. She can honestly do anything she sets her mind to accomplishing. She presently plays the piano, leads/teaches our praise team new songs, and stays involved in whatever area we need assistance in. But this event is remarkable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the story. While on our youth retreat, we decided to play an old fashioned game: hide-n-seek. With each passing session, the girls were becoming more and more creative. One young lady, Ariel, hid underneath the bathroom sink. (Keep in mind that she is about 4'11" and weighs maybe 80 pounds.) Another young lady, Priscilla, climbed into a high loft, and this required great skill on her part. The crowning hider, in my opinion, was Philana. I believe her slender frame reaches 6 feet, but she somehow managed to fit herself in to a storage box. Yep, thats right a storage box. As the boys were seeking for her, someone finally decided to take the lid of of the box and out popped Philana who was only too glad to be found because she stayed in this small box for well over 20 minutes! This event needs to be aired on Ripley's Believe It Or Not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our youth retreat was nothing short of spectacular. We prayed, laughed, cried, and bonded with each other. All in all, it was one memorable event that we will never forget!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-495817121800051799?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/495817121800051799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=495817121800051799&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/495817121800051799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/495817121800051799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2009/02/youth-snow-trip-09-104-originally.html' title='Youth Retreat 2009 - Spectacular With Many Memorable Moments!'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3426/3304913579_8c09550b22_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-5285337127933035283</id><published>2009-02-16T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T11:11:28.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pentecostalsofoc/3282444195/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3408/3282444195_e546ef872c_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pentecostalsofoc/3282444195/"&gt;valentine dinner 09 021&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/pentecostalsofoc/"&gt;pentecostalsofoc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here's to our 2009 Valentine's Dinner.  It is always fun to enjoy dinner with friends.  Sometimes we laugh, talk and other times we just sit back and listen, but we are all part of God's wonderful family.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-5285337127933035283?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/5285337127933035283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=5285337127933035283&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/5285337127933035283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/5285337127933035283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentine-dinner-09-021-originally.html' title=''/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3408/3282444195_e546ef872c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-8433617994239462498</id><published>2009-02-16T11:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T11:16:15.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday's Humor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;  Latest news reports are that five terrorist cell groups have been operating in many of our churches. They have been identified as: Bin Sleepin, Bin Arguin, Bin Fightin, Bin Complainin, and Bin Missin. Their leader, Osama Bin Lucifer, trained these groups to destroy the Body of Christ. The plan is to come into the church disguised as Christians and to work within the church to discourage, disrupt, and destroy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there have also been reports of a sixth group. A tiny cell known by the name Bin Prayin is actually the only effective counter terrorism force in the church. This group appears to be very weak. Unlike other terrorist cells, the Bin Prayin team does not blend in with whoever and whatever comes along.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Bin Prayin does whatever is needed to uplift and encourage the Body of Christ. We have noticed that the Bin Prayin cell group has different characteristics than the others. They have Bin Watchin, Bin Waitin, Bin Fastin, and Bin Longin for their Master, Jesus Christ to return.&lt;br /&gt;  Which cell group do you belong to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-8433617994239462498?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/8433617994239462498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=8433617994239462498&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/8433617994239462498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/8433617994239462498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2009/02/monday-humor.html' title='Monday&amp;#39;s Humor!'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-6823450761315823993</id><published>2009-02-14T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T14:58:36.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/2341052939/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2047/2341052939_145024602f_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/2341052939/"&gt;Roses&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapryor/"&gt;MAPryor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is like playing the piano. First you must learn to play by the rules, then you must forget the rules and play from your heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Unknown&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-6823450761315823993?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/6823450761315823993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=6823450761315823993&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/6823450761315823993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/6823450761315823993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2009/02/roses-originally-uploaded-by-mapryor.html' title='Happy Valentine&amp;#39;s Day!'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2047/2341052939_145024602f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-5469004267690211196</id><published>2009-02-11T13:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T13:00:31.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Remember, happiness doesn't depend upon who you are or what you have; it depends solely upon what you think. ( &lt;span style="color: #000000; font-family: Helvetica; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Dale Carnegie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-5469004267690211196?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/5469004267690211196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=5469004267690211196&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/5469004267690211196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/5469004267690211196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-thought.html' title='Just a Thought'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-2573161365086510915</id><published>2009-02-04T13:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:17:46.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facing A Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This quote is taken from the book, Rock Solid Families: "When faced with a mountain, I WILL NOT QUIT! I will keep on striving until I climb over, find a pass through, tunnel underneath, or simply stay and turn that mountain into a gold mine with God's help." You must be determined if you are going to climb that mountain. You may be tired, but keep on moving forward and do not quit. Even if you move one small step at a time, eventually you will reach the top and conquer the challenge that you face. With God all things are possible; just keep climbing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-2573161365086510915?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/2573161365086510915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=2573161365086510915&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/2573161365086510915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/2573161365086510915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2009/02/facing-challenge.html' title='Facing A Challenge'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-3069204338036255976</id><published>2009-01-27T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:23:06.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unlimited Opportunities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/393763650/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/130/393763650_a9cea56e57_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/393763650/"&gt;DSC03302.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapryor/"&gt;MAPryor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Observe the ocean; it seems endless. Its vastness reminds me of unlimited opportunities. “In the law of God, there is no statute of limitations.” (Robert Louis Stevenson) The only limits you face are the ones that keep you from pursuing your goals.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-3069204338036255976?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/3069204338036255976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=3069204338036255976&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/3069204338036255976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/3069204338036255976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2009/01/dsc03302.html' title='Unlimited Opportunities'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/130/393763650_a9cea56e57_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-8869102653552232439</id><published>2009-01-24T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T13:14:53.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/2582682319/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3131/2582682319_59d1becfaa_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/2582682319/"&gt;IMG_0397&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapryor/"&gt;MAPryor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sheldon walked in the room explaining a situation concerning a friend of his. After telling me what was happening, he said, "Let's pray." It is these sweet words that bring tears to my eyes. For you see, on many countless situations I have heard his Daddy say these exact words. And yes, we prayed. We believe in prayer because prayer truly does change any situation that you face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somedays I stand in awe of just how quickly time passes. I recognize the door to the innocence of childhood or those simple carefree days where it is all about playing is inching to a close.   A new door is dawning; a door that entails more responsibility -- a door to change.  Sheldon is growing up so fast, and I am thankful that at the tender age of nine, he has an understanding of his need to pray. He truly is following in the footsteps of his Awesome Daddy!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-8869102653552232439?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/8869102653552232439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=8869102653552232439&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/8869102653552232439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/8869102653552232439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2009/01/img0397-originally-uploaded-by-mapryor.html' title='Daddy&amp;#39;s Words'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3131/2582682319_59d1becfaa_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-8609000516406446036</id><published>2009-01-23T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T12:48:10.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/3186778082/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3090/3186778082_9506809821_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/3186778082/"&gt;Mountain High 004&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapryor/"&gt;MAPryor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If I had a single flower for every time I think about you, I could walk forever in my garden. ~Claudia Ghandi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we are missing you! Sheldon said, "Mom, I miss daddy's jokes. You know, they really are funny!" We love you!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-8609000516406446036?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/8609000516406446036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=8609000516406446036&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/8609000516406446036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/8609000516406446036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2009/01/mountain-high-004-originally-uploaded.html' title='Missing You!'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3090/3186778082_9506809821_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-4971519698316846779</id><published>2009-01-14T13:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T13:03:53.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Influence</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Scott Adams stated, "You don't have to be a "person of influence" to be influential. In fact, the most influential people in my life are probably not even aware of the things they've taught me. "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;How many people have influenced you? Many people have been influential in your life. Where would you be without those who took time to listen and spend time with you. It is only when you choose to isolate yourself that you cutoff those they are able to help you the most. You need to be receptive to those around you because you never know when one small act of kindness or word of encouragement will change your life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-4971519698316846779?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/4971519698316846779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=4971519698316846779&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/4971519698316846779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/4971519698316846779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2009/01/your-influence.html' title='Your Influence'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-1164100148377224368</id><published>2009-01-12T13:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T13:34:10.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Kind Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Kind words are the music of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;F. W. Faber&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-1164100148377224368?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/1164100148377224368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=1164100148377224368&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/1164100148377224368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/1164100148377224368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-kind-words.html' title='On Kind Words'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-3130913901974668242</id><published>2009-01-09T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T13:29:10.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strong Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/324558398/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/137/324558398_39a9399795_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/324558398/"&gt;Grandma playing PingPong.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapryor/"&gt;MAPryor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mark sent this quote to me. I do not know the source, so I cannot give credit for it, but here it is anyway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strong woman works out every day to keep her body in shape ...but a woman of strength kneels in prayer to keep her soul in shape...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strong woman isn't afraid of anything ... but a woman of strength shows courage in the midst of her fear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strong woman won't let anyone get the best of her ...but a woman of strength gives the best of her to everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strong woman makes mistakes and avoids the same in the future... a woman of strength realizes life's mistakes can also be God's blessings and capitalizes on them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strong woman walks sure footedly ...but a woman of strength knows God will catch her when she falls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strong woman wears the look of confidence on her face ... but a woman of strength wears grace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strong woman has faith that she is strong enough for the journey ... but a woman of strength has faith that it is in the journey that she will become strong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for the "strong women" in my life. Mom, is probably one of the strongest lady's of faith I know. She has endured much and yet her faith in God never waivers. She is definitely a pillar of faith. We love you mom!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;P.S.  And she can play quote a "mean" game of ping pong.  Her serve will get you if you are not careful.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-3130913901974668242?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/3130913901974668242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=3130913901974668242&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/3130913901974668242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/3130913901974668242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2009/01/grandma-playing-pingpong.html' title='Strong Women'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/137/324558398_39a9399795_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-3888571934188319641</id><published>2009-01-01T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T17:48:22.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 - Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/104962929/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/19/104962929_aaaf9be015_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/104962929/"&gt;vision check.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapryor/"&gt;MAPryor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One resolution I have made, and try always to keep, is this: To rise above the little things. ~John Burroughs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year everyone! Today is the first day of this marvelous new year 2009, and I am looking forward to great victories!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-3888571934188319641?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/3888571934188319641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=3888571934188319641&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/3888571934188319641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/3888571934188319641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2009/01/vision-check.html' title='2009 - Happy New Year'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/19/104962929_aaaf9be015_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-4230047817014448147</id><published>2008-12-29T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:04:10.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord, I Love You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/3112315182/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3164/3112315182_95802109da_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/3112315182/"&gt;IMG_0751&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapryor/"&gt;MAPryor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sitting down after a busy day when I heard the lyrics of song that simply stated, "Lord I love you more than anything." I guess you can say the lyrics struck a chord, and I am simply reminded of God's faithfulness and amazing love. Yes, I love the Lord more than anything because He has been so faithful.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-4230047817014448147?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/4230047817014448147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=4230047817014448147&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/4230047817014448147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/4230047817014448147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2008/12/img0751-originally-uploaded-by-mapryor.html' title='Lord, I Love You!'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3164/3112315182_95802109da_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-6556314322287758709</id><published>2008-12-28T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T20:39:29.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/3112301034/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3130/3112301034_a3b2e67fb3_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/3112301034/"&gt;IMG_0745&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapryor/"&gt;MAPryor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens,&lt;br /&gt;Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance,&lt;br /&gt;And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you dance…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the song "I Hope You Dance"&lt;br /&gt;As performed by Lee Ann Womack&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-6556314322287758709?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/6556314322287758709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=6556314322287758709&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/6556314322287758709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/6556314322287758709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2008/12/img0745-originally-uploaded-by-mapryor.html' title=''/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3130/3112301034_a3b2e67fb3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-8219964551758206534</id><published>2008-12-23T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T21:02:07.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Ornament</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/3111464735/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3013/3111464735_12c6305eca_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/3111464735/"&gt;IMG_0742&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapryor/"&gt;MAPryor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This adorable ornament comes all the way from Bulgaria. She was a gift given to me by Maria. This ornament fits quite perfectly on my tree and always reminds me of far away places.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-8219964551758206534?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/8219964551758206534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=8219964551758206534&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/8219964551758206534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/8219964551758206534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2008/12/img0742-originally-uploaded-by-mapryor.html' title='Christmas Ornament'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3013/3111464735_12c6305eca_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-7930020515100636867</id><published>2008-12-18T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T20:46:51.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing A Christmas Ornament Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/3112299012/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3146/3112299012_8d04cd0843_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/3112299012/"&gt;IMG_0743&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapryor/"&gt;MAPryor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Delightful -- that is what I think about when I receive or buy christmas tree ornaments. Most of my ornaments tell a story. I found this particular trinket this year at a garage sale. Besides just meandering around and looking, part of my agenda was to find a treasure--an ornament. The gentleman told me that I was really getting a bargain. The original price was $15.00, but I purchased it for $3.00!!! So, here it hangs on my tree as a special reminder of the fun day I enjoyed. Starbucks, friendship and shopping make for one memorable day of true happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for my next ornament story.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-7930020515100636867?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/7930020515100636867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=7930020515100636867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/7930020515100636867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/7930020515100636867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2008/12/img0743-originally-uploaded-by-mapryor.html' title='Sharing A Christmas Ornament Story'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3146/3112299012_8d04cd0843_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-254220730537813872</id><published>2008-12-15T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T19:20:52.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baking Christmas' Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/3111461967/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3196/3111461967_e7596033df_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/3111461967/"&gt;IMG_0739&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapryor/"&gt;MAPryor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Christmas cookies, oh so yummy! Sheldon and I have a Christmas tradition that entails baking cookies. We have a great time and much fun. What I find so interesting is that the cookies never stay around for long, but the memory of making them will linger for years to come.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-254220730537813872?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/254220730537813872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=254220730537813872&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/254220730537813872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/254220730537813872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2008/12/img0739-originally-uploaded-by-mapryor.html' title='Baking Christmas&amp;#39; Memories'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3196/3111461967_e7596033df_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-91499534388280492</id><published>2008-11-30T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T19:28:53.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/2109240359/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2076/2109240359_fc23ea4265_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/2109240359/"&gt;Starbucks Ornament&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapryor/"&gt;MAPryor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Many people will walk in and out of you life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart."&lt;br /&gt;~ Anonymous&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-91499534388280492?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/91499534388280492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=91499534388280492&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/91499534388280492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/91499534388280492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2008/11/starbucks-ornament-originally-uploaded.html' title=''/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2076/2109240359_fc23ea4265_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-4986071364972799743</id><published>2008-11-27T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T10:45:23.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/2109850044/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2224/2109850044_25bd0e4b52_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/2109850044/"&gt;Pumpkins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapryor/"&gt;MAPryor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To my dear family and friends, wishing all of you a wonderful, relaxing Thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May your stuffing be tasty&lt;br /&gt;May your turkey plump,&lt;br /&gt;May your potatoes and gravy&lt;br /&gt;Have nary a lump.&lt;br /&gt;May your yams be delicious&lt;br /&gt;And your pies take the prize,&lt;br /&gt;And may your Thanksgiving dinner&lt;br /&gt;Stay off your thighs!&lt;br /&gt;~Author Unknown&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-4986071364972799743?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/4986071364972799743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=4986071364972799743&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/4986071364972799743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/4986071364972799743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2008/11/pumpkins-originally-uploaded-by-mapryor.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2224/2109850044_25bd0e4b52_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-2246276651500167565</id><published>2008-11-26T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T23:10:44.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Pies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/304436015/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/110/304436015_c51531c5a1_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/304436015/"&gt;Mom and Debbie in kitchen preparing for Thanksgiving&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapryor/"&gt;MAPryor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sheldon made the comment that there is something happy about a house when you smell food cooking, and over and over he requested that I make pies. To capture the aroma of pies baking, I have attempted to make mom's sweet potato pies. I'll have to say my first attempt was not too bad, but I can assure you my pies will not make a debut on the Martha Stewart show. Nope, not even close. Due to the slight spottiness on top of the pies (which may be an indication that I over-baked the pies), Mark's first witty remark was, "they look like they have leprosy." (After I about knocked his head off (just kidding), we laughed). I assured him that they may not look the prettiest, but they taste good! However, they will have to pass the ultimate taste test, and Mark will make the final decision. So dear readers, I'll post a picture soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving everyone!!!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-2246276651500167565?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/2246276651500167565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=2246276651500167565&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/2246276651500167565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/2246276651500167565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2008/11/mom-and-debbie-in-kitchen-preparing-for.html' title='Thanksgiving Pies'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/110/304436015_c51531c5a1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-389897648533542309</id><published>2008-11-24T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T10:14:23.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Babe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/2560592845/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3281/2560592845_733d557c65_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/2560592845/"&gt;IMG_0075&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapryor/"&gt;MAPryor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Singing Happy Birthday to the man I adore. Babe, wishing you a special, fantastic day! You are so amazing, and I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my best friend, and I am only too thankful to share your life. I admire your faithfulness to God. You truly are a prayer warrior, and you have a great passion to fulfill the will of God. Thank you for everything that you do!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-389897648533542309?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/389897648533542309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=389897648533542309&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/389897648533542309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/389897648533542309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2008/11/img0075-originally-uploaded-by-mapryor.html' title='Happy Birthday, Babe!'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3281/2560592845_733d557c65_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-6096525243832547015</id><published>2008-11-22T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T13:15:29.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaching For Greatness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/3030617472/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3205/3030617472_d53fbd0e03_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/3030617472/"&gt;IMG_0723&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapryor/"&gt;MAPryor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;“Greatness is a road leading towards the unknown”( Charles de Gaulle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this is why some people never reach greatness because they are too intimated by the unknown. Too often we want to see what is around the next corner, but life is about stepping forward even when you are unsure of what may come your way. We have a sure foundation, our trust in the Lord! You must also have faith: Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. (Heb. 11:1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our tomorrows are like precious surprises. Sometimes the surprise is a learning experience while other times it is a package of pure joy. You never know what the next day holds and that is why you simply need to make the best of every situation that comes your way. Yes, sometimes you may weep, but other times you may soar like an eagle. When you are experiencing the fulfillment of a great victory, then life's lesson does not seem so painful. However, you must endure the pressure and not explode but rather just keep moving forward toward your destination of greatness. "It is impossible to win the race unless you venture to run, impossible to win the victory unless you dare to battle." (Richard M. DeVo) Trust in the Lord and He will direct your path. Your destiny is great!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-6096525243832547015?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/6096525243832547015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=6096525243832547015&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/6096525243832547015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/6096525243832547015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2008/11/img0723-originally-uploaded-by-mapryor.html' title='Reaching For Greatness'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3205/3030617472_d53fbd0e03_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-601406344502649069</id><published>2008-11-21T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:47:41.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/3030583656/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3167/3030583656_aa805acf2e_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/3030583656/"&gt;IMG_0674&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapryor/"&gt;MAPryor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sometimes we just need a little inspiration while cleaning house.  My way of cleaning:  Clean the upstairs, take a break, and then  clean the downstairs.  Here's a great household motto:  Our house is clean enough to be healthy, and dirty enough to be happy.  (Author Unknown)&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-601406344502649069?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/601406344502649069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=601406344502649069&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/601406344502649069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/601406344502649069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2008/11/img0674-originally-uploaded-by-mapryor.html' title=''/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3167/3030583656_aa805acf2e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-3254300653072526216</id><published>2008-11-17T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T08:08:46.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/3030572060/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3032/3030572060_97a88c5a29_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/3030572060/"&gt;IMG_0652&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapryor/"&gt;MAPryor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I find the great thing in this world is not so much where we stand, as in what direction we are moving: To reach the port of heaven, we must sail sometimes with the wind and sometimes against it, but we must sail, and not drift, nor lie at anchor” (Oliver Wendell Holmes)&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-3254300653072526216?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/3254300653072526216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=3254300653072526216&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/3254300653072526216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/3254300653072526216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2008/11/img0652-originally-uploaded-by-mapryor.html' title=''/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3032/3030572060_97a88c5a29_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-1802747955207426714</id><published>2008-11-15T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T09:34:44.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Going On?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/3030612124/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3154/3030612124_04345cf9d8_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/3030612124/"&gt;IMG_0712&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapryor/"&gt;MAPryor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What's going in the Pryor household -- Mission written and oral report which is due on Friday, November 21, 2008! My table and desk are cluttered with papers and notes.  Books are on the coffee table, but I know that tomorrow morning everything will once again be in order.  Searching the internet,I found a comment that stated, "it's the report that often keeps parents up late at night." Truer words could not have been spoken! Our approach has been that I give Sheldon a topic that I want written. He in turn writes the paragraph and then I help out by typing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our goal was for him to finish writing it by Friday evening and then over the weekend we would work on the illustrations. We planned on using next week to simply prepare for the oral presentation.  We were well on our way to reaching our intended goal, when at 9:30 p.m. (Thursday evening) I read an e-mail from his teacher that addressed the format of the report. Well, I realize rather quickly that we did not follow this exact order; I panic. Hence, his teacher receives an e-mail from a fretful, tired mom. After dreaming about his report,I awoke with a calmer disposition, but I was still worried. On the way to work, Mark and I are discussing what we need to do.  His advice, just turn the report in and do better on the next one. That's easier said than done. (Although I was seriously considering it.) I was telling Maria about it, and her approach was okay, so Sheldon rewrites it; no big deal; it will take him maybe an hour to write. This made me laugh at myself and view the dilemma from a more casual perspective. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, his teacher let me know that we have the necessary information, but we need to put it in the correct order.  An outline was given to Sheldon, and we have spent the majority of this evening re-editing the report.  Sheldon even came up with a creative paragraph describing the mission use today.  He described it as an old piece of mud that they don't use anymore.  Of course, we laughed but we had to rework this thought so that it would be more acceptable and teacher friendly. I can assure that we know quite a bit about Mission San Gabriel Arcangel. On the bright side, we have concluded the written draft, and it is now time for Sheldon to write the final version!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is one of the joys of parenthood--helping your child with reports, reports and more reports. Someday, I will laugh when my grandchild is driving his parents batty over a mission report! Oh, the joys of parenthood, but I absolutely love it!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-1802747955207426714?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/1802747955207426714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=1802747955207426714&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/1802747955207426714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/1802747955207426714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2008/11/img0712-originally-uploaded-by-mapryor.html' title='What&amp;#39;s Going On?'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3154/3030612124_04345cf9d8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-7344013820425326039</id><published>2008-11-08T15:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T21:52:18.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are A Vessel</title><content type='html'>What are you thinking about?  My thought for today concerns a vessel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a vessel? The most basic definition of a vessel is "a hollow container used to hold liquid." From a botanical standpoint, a vessel is any of the tubular structures in the vascular system of a plant, to conduct water and mineral nutrients from the root." From an anatomical standpoint, a vessel is "a duct or canal holding or conveying blood or other fluid." Regardless of the definition, a vessel is something of great importance and serves an important function: it holds something.  Further, a vessel sustains one's life. You are a vessel of honor. You are the one that God uses to enrich the lives of others. There is no need to be envious of another vessel because you my dear friend are a unique vessel, a unique individual with your own special interests and talents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does a vessel become marred and fail to serve its purpose? The vessel can only become marred when you allow jealously, insecurity, bitterness, hatred, and apathy (to name a few) to begin to taint what is flowing out of the vessel. Why is that people have a difficult time praising someone? Well, I like that singer, so I'll worship. He's is a good preacher, so I'll shout an amen here and there. You must understand that it is not about you or your actions, but it is about God. Are your actions or reactions pleasing in God's sight? God just wants your adoration and praise. When you become stingy with your praise, you become a leaky a vessel. It is okay to offer a compliment because compliments beget compliments. "A compliment is verbal sunshine” (Robert Orben) Patch up those leaks and allow God to reign in your life. It's time to become a Vessel of Honor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-7344013820425326039?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/7344013820425326039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=7344013820425326039&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/7344013820425326039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/7344013820425326039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-are-vessel.html' title='You Are A Vessel'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-5665129006097014993</id><published>2008-11-07T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T13:04:45.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is About Choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/144853266/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/47/144853266_5f69bb10c2_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/144853266/"&gt;Growth In Unexpected Places&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapryor/"&gt;MAPryor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Life's not about expecting, hoping and wishing, it's about doing, being and becoming. It's about the choices you've just made, and the ones you're about to make, it's about the things you choose to say - today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about what you're gonna do after you finish reading this. (Mike Dooley)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-5665129006097014993?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/5665129006097014993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=5665129006097014993&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/5665129006097014993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/5665129006097014993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2008/11/growth-in-unexpected-places-originally.html' title='Life Is About Choices'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/47/144853266_5f69bb10c2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-5538506663575418047</id><published>2008-11-05T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T18:03:26.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/2949693979/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2230/2949693979_5ca8e789ab_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/2949693979/"&gt;IMG_0604&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapryor/"&gt;MAPryor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A smile is a light in the window of the soul indicating that the heart is at home.&lt;br /&gt;       - Anonymous&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-5538506663575418047?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/5538506663575418047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=5538506663575418047&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/5538506663575418047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/5538506663575418047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2008/11/img0604-originally-uploaded-by-mapryor.html' title=''/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2230/2949693979_5ca8e789ab_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-4128539816845095340</id><published>2008-10-25T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T18:03:42.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/857258878/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1096/857258878_c2015224e8_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/857258878/"&gt;IMG_0055.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapryor/"&gt;MAPryor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O Lord, our Lord, how excellent is thy name in all the earth! Who hast set thy glory above the heavens... When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained, What is man, that thou art mindful of him?...  (Psalm 8:1,3,4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When considering God's greatness, one cannot help but to be grateful for a God that is mindful of YOU!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-4128539816845095340?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/4128539816845095340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=4128539816845095340&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/4128539816845095340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/4128539816845095340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2008/10/img0055.html' title=''/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1096/857258878_c2015224e8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-834553525691801397</id><published>2008-10-23T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T07:43:25.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/2335554465/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3080/2335554465_69f2dff983_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/2335554465/"&gt;Deb's Cuts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapryor/"&gt;MAPryor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Some people, no matter how old they get, never lose their beauty - they merely move it from their faces into their hearts.  ~Martin Buxbaum&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-834553525691801397?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/834553525691801397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=834553525691801397&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/834553525691801397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/834553525691801397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2008/10/debs-cuts-originally-uploaded-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3080/2335554465_69f2dff983_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-1054507210729660786</id><published>2008-10-14T07:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T07:47:57.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Faith?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #321D02; font-family: georgia; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Every tomorrow has two handles. We can take hold of it by the handle of anxiety, or by the handle of faith. ~Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #321D02; font-family: georgia; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Faith is putting all your eggs in God's basket, then counting your blessings before they hatch. ~Ramona C. Carroll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-1054507210729660786?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/1054507210729660786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=1054507210729660786&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/1054507210729660786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/1054507210729660786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2008/10/got-faith.html' title='Got Faith?'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-3353682843606043839</id><published>2008-10-11T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T22:43:05.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Engulfed With Thankfulness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24927603@N07/2539431572/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2164/2539431572_c71ce74812_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24927603@N07/2539431572/"&gt;IMG_0262&lt;/a&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/24927603@N07/"&gt;Debbie R. Pryor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;God gave you a gift of 86,400 seconds today. Have you used one to say "thank you?" ~William A. Ward&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for guiding and leading us.  Thank you dear friends and family for your love, prayers and support.  Thank you for listening, caring, and sharing.  Thank you Babe for always being my best friend.  Just sitting here with a thankful, grateful heart.  Thank you!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-3353682843606043839?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/3353682843606043839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=3353682843606043839&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/3353682843606043839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/3353682843606043839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2008/10/img0262-originally-uploaded-by-debbie-r.html' title='Engulfed With Thankfulness'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2164/2539431572_c71ce74812_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-6405609924941830765</id><published>2008-10-10T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T13:08:08.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Ahead Laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pentecostalsofoc/2716623593/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3017/2716623593_2e9f79b224_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pentecostalsofoc/2716623593/"&gt;July 2008 027&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/pentecostalsofoc/"&gt;pentecostalsofoc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Seven days without laughter makes one weak."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at this picture one can only wonder what they were laughing about, but it truly is a reflection of the greatness of laughter. Laughter such a light-hearted spontaneous outburst of joy! You know, I like laughing. Sometimes you may laugh when it is just you, but most likely you are laughing with people. What brings about laughter? Almost anything but you are usually laughing because someone shared a funny story. Laughter and sharing go hand in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you are experiencing a stressful moment, but if you will take time to laugh, you will feel much better. If you know someone who is having a tough time, please take time and make them laugh. One day I was feeling the "pressure" at work. Jana sent a TM and I laughed until I had tears in my eyes. I know my co-workers wondered what I was laughing about, but her TM sure did brighten my day! I still go back and read the TM and laugh some more. Go ahead, make someone laugh because laughter is contagious!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-6405609924941830765?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/6405609924941830765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=6405609924941830765&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/6405609924941830765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/6405609924941830765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2008/10/july-2008-027-originally-uploaded-by.html' title='Go Ahead Laugh'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3017/2716623593_2e9f79b224_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-1731693464441685351</id><published>2008-10-04T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T17:09:33.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus He's Better By Sheldon Pryor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/2579169577/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3036/2579169577_f99c9a94cf_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/2579169577/"&gt;IMG_0330&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapryor/"&gt;MAPryor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sitting here today just relaxing. Okay, I need a video camera because at this very moment Sheldon is outside singing his song, Jesus is Better. Some of the words are: Jesus, He's better than Wii, better than X-Box, better than Nintendo-DS, He's better. Yes, He's Jesus. I just love it! Hmm, maybe we have a future song writer here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our neighbor just stepped outside, gave him the thumbs up, and told him he is a good guitar player. At first Sheldon, said, "Mom I thought he was going to tell me to stop. I didn't realize I had an audience." Kids are just the greatest ever. I guess there is more than one way to get the message across. Who knows, his song may have made an impact! I love the very fact that he was singing about Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days, we simply need to relax. Yes, I can think of a million things that I need to do, but for now I am enjoying the sweet smell of banana nut bread that just came out of the oven; I am sipping on coffee, and looking out the window watching my son as he has now changed gears and is using his desk chair as a race car. Okay, you'll have to pardon my musings but today is one relaxing, do not get in a hurry kind of day.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-1731693464441685351?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/1731693464441685351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=1731693464441685351&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/1731693464441685351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/1731693464441685351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2008/10/img0330-originally-uploaded-by-mapryor.html' title='Jesus He&amp;#39;s Better By Sheldon Pryor'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3036/2579169577_f99c9a94cf_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-6719067876774750201</id><published>2008-10-02T13:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T13:12:42.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>I cannot even imagine where I would be today were it not for &lt;br /&gt;that handful of friends who have given me a heart full of joy.&lt;br /&gt;Let's face it, friends make life a lot more fun. &lt;br /&gt;~ Charles R. Swindoll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-6719067876774750201?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/6719067876774750201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=6719067876774750201&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/6719067876774750201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/6719067876774750201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2008/10/untitled-1.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-5039212709820705252</id><published>2008-09-27T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T20:09:55.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You For All You Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/2894112464/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3179/2894112464_8d14d2c3ae_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/2894112464/"&gt;IMG_0583&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapryor/"&gt;MAPryor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"It isn't what you have in your pocket that makes you thankful, but what you have in your heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, three years already! Thank you everyone for a wonderful, relaxing evening. Pastor and I had an exquisite time on our dinner cruise. We talked, laughed and enjoyed this momentous occasion. All of you are so thoughtful, and we appreciate everything you did to make this dinner cruise a reality. We are blessed to pastor such a caring group of people. Thank you, thank you, thank you! God is great, and we are looking forward to sharing many more wonderful years together.  So, lets march on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  And a special thank you to the Peavey Family for taking care of Sheldon.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-5039212709820705252?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/5039212709820705252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=5039212709820705252&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/5039212709820705252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/5039212709820705252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2008/09/img0583-originally-uploaded-by-mapryor.html' title='Thank You For All You Do'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3179/2894112464_8d14d2c3ae_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-8982163143642822264</id><published>2008-09-20T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T10:53:32.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Courage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/1443301428/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1185/1443301428_5da3eb13ce_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/1443301428/"&gt;Sheldon Wall Climbing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapryor/"&gt;MAPryor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"This is the kind of courage your son needs: the courage to continue to do what is right even when all of those around him are calling him to compromise." (Taken from the book, That's My Son by Rick Johnson)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Courage is not defined by those who fought and did not fall, but by those who fought, fell and rose again." Courage is a trait that sometimes cannot be taught, but rather it is experienced and developed through various circumstances one encounters. Courage is your willingness to face a challenge even when you are intimidated by it. Courage is what motivates you to move forward. Face every situation with an "I can do attitude" and you will always triumph over what is troubling you for you are courageous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My disclaimer:  I use my son's pictures because they are what I have the most of in our album!  LOL&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-8982163143642822264?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/8982163143642822264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=8982163143642822264&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/8982163143642822264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/8982163143642822264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2008/09/sheldon-wall-climbing-originally.html' title='Courage'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1185/1443301428_5da3eb13ce_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12156583.post-4199065040973089078</id><published>2008-09-08T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T13:57:18.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Walk On The Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/2839254420/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3074/2839254420_3c4d3f6ea6_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapryor/2839254420/"&gt;A Walk On The Beach&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapryor/"&gt;MAPryorM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mark designed this page, and I thought I would share it. "The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone." I am thankful that I never really walk alone because I have a Friend who is with me always.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12156583-4199065040973089078?l=debbiepryor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/feeds/4199065040973089078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12156583&amp;postID=4199065040973089078&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/4199065040973089078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12156583/posts/default/4199065040973089078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiepryor.blogspot.com/2008/09/walk-on-beach-originally-uploaded-by.html' title='A Walk On The Beach'/><author><name>Debbie Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06520326580321245312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3074/2839254420_3c4d3f6ea6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
