<?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-1249661392989257756</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:13:10.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild Things</title><subtitle type='html'>the adventures of a homeschooling mom of two Wild Things</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polsonlettershome.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249661392989257756/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polsonlettershome.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01817236681649630508</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>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249661392989257756.post-2442881095642208291</id><published>2010-01-21T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T22:12:38.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Relief</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CMARKW%7E1.POL%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="State"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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&lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;There is a certain relief in change, even though it be from bad to worse!  As I have often found in travelling in a stagecoach, that it is often a comfort to shift one's position, and be bruised in a new place.  ~&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Washington&lt;/st1:state&gt; &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Irving&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;Moved 750 miles from friends and family&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Bruised in a new place&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;Found a job; quit a job (repeat about a dozen times)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Bruised in a new place&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;Financial hardships&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;Bruised in a new place&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;Relationship struggles&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;Bruised in new place&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;Denied an easier road&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;Bruised in a new place&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;As Mark and I are &lt;s&gt;running this race &lt;/s&gt;&lt;s style=""&gt;walking this road&lt;/s&gt; crawling down this path of constant change the Lord has set before us, I oft times: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;Question my God&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;      &lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;Beg my God&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;Please?!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;Wrestle with my God&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;"  &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;Shut out my God&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;I can do it myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;I want to get angry with my God and stomp my foot and tell Him how it isn’t fair!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But then I remember . . .&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;Beaten three times&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Bruised in a new place&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;Shipwrecked three times&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Bruised in a new place&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;Stoned once&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;         &lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Bruised in a new place&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;Thrown in prison&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Bruised in a new place&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;Denied relief . . . three times&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Bruised in a new place&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;Who could endure such repeated bruising? I’m sure I couldn’t. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;Who would willingly continue with the certainty of more bruising?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m sure I wouldn’t.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But then it comes. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Not all the answers I want, but the only answers I need. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;"And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me. Therefore I take pleasure in &lt;span style=""&gt;infirmities&lt;/span&gt;, in reproaches, in necessities, in persecutions, in distresses for Christ's sake: for when I am weak, then am I strong".&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;II Corinthians 12:9-10&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;Through Paul’s affliction, though we know not what it was, he learned to surrender his own will to the will of God.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Paul recognized that it is during these times of hardship and human weakness that God’s strength can be experienced most fully.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is during these times that we are forced to put aside our own frail, human-centric dreams, wants and ambitions, and rest in the will of our God who gives us what He knows we &lt;i style=""&gt;need&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is during these times that we see our need for Him. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;"By whom also we have access by faith into this grace wherein we stand, and rejoice in hope of the glory of God. And not only so, but we glory in tribulations also: knowing that tribulation worketh patience; And patience, experience; and experience, hope: And hope maketh not ashamed; because the love of God is shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Ghost which is given unto us. For when we were yet without strength, in due time Christ died for the ungodly.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Romans 5:2-6 &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;"My brethren, count it all joy when ye fall into divers temptations; Knowing this, that the trying of your faith worketh patience. But let patience have her perfect work, that ye may be perfect and entire, wanting nothing.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;James 1:2-4&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;So I endeavor to accept this shifting, and be. . . &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;Bruised in new place.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1249661392989257756-2442881095642208291?l=polsonlettershome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polsonlettershome.blogspot.com/feeds/2442881095642208291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1249661392989257756&amp;postID=2442881095642208291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249661392989257756/posts/default/2442881095642208291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249661392989257756/posts/default/2442881095642208291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polsonlettershome.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-relief.html' title='What a Relief'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01817236681649630508</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-1249661392989257756.post-3096624816343092761</id><published>2009-02-19T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T21:18:57.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Your Bellyachin'</title><content type='html'>I know I just posted, but like I said, lots of lessons.  This one will be brief because, as I have been thinking about this for sometime, I have searched for better words than mine to tell the story.  I touched on my discontented spirit in the last post, and have actually had conversations with some friends in regards to this topic.  Before we moved to KY, I was so ready to go where ever God would lead us into ministry.  Once here, despite God's obvious hand in every step along the way and his faithful provision, I found myself constantly complaining and worrying.  Even considering going back home.  Does this story sound familiar?  A people called by God, delivered from less than ideal circumstances, meeting with trials and hardships along way - but still having their needs met by God in unexpected ways, and yet still continuing on in their grumblings and moanings?  Got it now - I thought you might!  Here is a link to a great commentary regarding this exact subject that I found online&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.lifetv.org/Web_HTML/html/Commentary%20folder/Complaining.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few points from the commentary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There is a natural tendency in the carnal christian to murmur and complain about one’s lot in life. We complain and murmur when we feel that things aren’t working out right, and when people don’t work fast enough to please us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the only thing that carping and whining accomplishes is to make us cynical, resentful and bitter human beings. It fosters the idea that we deserve to be treated better, we deserve more, and that we have earned the right to be treated special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve got to learn how to shut down this grouchy attitude before it destroys our life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complaining weakens our resolve. Words of faith empower us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to train ourselves to walk by faith. We need to eliminate the negative words that destroy our faith in God, and instead fill our mouths with positive, kind and edifying words. Or, we will end up in the same predicament that the children of Israel found themselves in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Complaining will neutralize the power of God in your life as well. The blessings of God are sure, but they are not automatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can fully believe that the Bible is the Word of God and that Jesus Christ is the Son of God; but if you don’t stop complaining and feeling sorry for yourself, your negative words will neutralize the power of God in your life as well, making it of no effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To insist on being a negative, grouchy, grumpy and whining person will eventually cost you. You don’t have to be like the children of Israel; you can change your attitude on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can learn a new way of living, a new way of thinking. You can learn how to speak the Word of God in faith. You can learn God’s way of living.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do now find myself more frequently remembering all the ways in which God has met our needs in both big and small ways.  I find that because of where we are, geographically and circumstantially,  I am finding myself in situations that give me the opportunity to tell and retell of the faithfullness of God in our lives.  I also love how God knows me so well, and speaks to me in ways he knows I will hear - through songs and music!  I cannot even count how many songs that have pierced my spirit and melted my heart in regards to this exact topic.  One in particular is Nichole Nordeman's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunrise&lt;/span&gt;.  If you've never heard it, at least google the lyrics - AWESOME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1249661392989257756-3096624816343092761?l=polsonlettershome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polsonlettershome.blogspot.com/feeds/3096624816343092761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1249661392989257756&amp;postID=3096624816343092761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249661392989257756/posts/default/3096624816343092761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249661392989257756/posts/default/3096624816343092761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polsonlettershome.blogspot.com/2009/02/stop-your-bellyachin.html' title='Stop Your Bellyachin&apos;'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01817236681649630508</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-1249661392989257756.post-1093112926460813745</id><published>2009-02-19T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:33:07.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fruit of the Spirit's not a Lemon</title><content type='html'>Love, Joy, Peace, Patience, Kindness, Goodness, Faithfulness, Gentleness, and Self-Control.  THESE are the fruits of the spirit.   As many of you know, it has now been about 15 months since our family embarked on this path that God has called us to.  I wish I had the skills (and the time) to properly express all the ways in which God has used, and continues to use, this season of our lives to work in my life.  I think, though, that this particular topic will encompass a multitude of those.  Admittedly, I have been a person quick to anger, discontent, and rarely patient.  Over the past several months, I've felt as if God has been holding a mirror to my spirit, allowing me to see things in my heart that I haven't wanted to see.  I began to ask myself these questions, "Why am I so angry all the time?  Why can I not remember the blessings God has given me and be content?"  As I began to ask myself these types of questions, the Holy Spirit brought to my heart the fruits of the spirit.  I began to go down the list and use it as a measuring stick of sorts.  "When others meet me, talk to me, see me, do they see these fruits in my life?  More importantly, as God looks at me, does he see these fruits?"  Not surprisingly, I found myself falling short in almost every area.  If I'm angry (which is often), how can I show love, joy,  patience, kindness, or goodness?  If I'm ungrateful for what I have and living in discontent, how can I show peace?  If I'm not daily being thankful for the extraordinary provision of my God, am I demonstrating faithfulness?  If I lose my temper and lash out at my children, my husband, or the clerk at Wal-Mart, will they see gentleness and self-control.  Am I bearing fruit in my life of the relationship I am suppose to have with my Saviour?  Oh how it makes my heart ache to think of the opportunities that have been missed to have my life be a witness through the fruits.  Thank God HE has not given up on me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1249661392989257756-1093112926460813745?l=polsonlettershome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polsonlettershome.blogspot.com/feeds/1093112926460813745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1249661392989257756&amp;postID=1093112926460813745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249661392989257756/posts/default/1093112926460813745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249661392989257756/posts/default/1093112926460813745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polsonlettershome.blogspot.com/2009/02/fruit-of-spirits-not-lemon.html' title='The Fruit of the Spirit&apos;s not a Lemon'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01817236681649630508</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-1249661392989257756.post-8410406717029616849</id><published>2009-01-06T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T20:38:56.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa, Are You for Real?</title><content type='html'>It was a wonderful Christmas season!  Full of activities, excitement, and  . . . lots of questions.  Our goal this year was to have a meaningful family activity every night of Advent.  I read, studied, prepared (on the computer!) a lovely calendar of events that started Nov. 30 and actually ran a few days past Christmas.  I won't say how many of the events we actually did (mostly because it's embarrassing), but the few we did accomplish, were pretty cool.  The boys had been asking questions about Santa, and if he is real.  Mark and I had already discussed how we might deal with this.  It is not that we can't appreciate the fun of make believe, but the truth of the matter is that I'm not comfortable lying to my children, when the truth is hidden in the legend anyway.  So, we ordered the book Santa, Are You for Real? by Harold Myra.  Great book for kids that explains where the idea of Santa Claus comes from and the story of the real Saint Nicholas.  Now, I am not saying that my highly intelligent 5 and 6 year old fully understood the idea, but we've at least laid a good foundation.  We also read a multitude of books that recounted the Christmas story, as well as a plethora of bible passages.  And when all was said and done, my kids could tell me why we have Christmas and parts of the Christmas story - like that Jesus was born in "a stinkin' barn" as our youngest said, with plenty of indignation! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a whirlwind Christmas, it seems.  School for all was finished by Dec. 19th, and we headed up to Dry Ridge for the weekend.  Saturday was rehearsal for the children's Christmas Program, Sunday morning was church, and Sunday evening was the final program.  Both kids had speaking parts!  My dad arrived in Louisville on Monday afternoon, and we all drove to the airport to get him - kid made sign and all!  Dad spent the week with us, which included plenty of shopping, cooking, baking, and wrestling (it's a Papa thing).  On the morning of Dec. 26, we all headed out to drive the 12 hours to Oklahoma . . . that somehow turned into a 14 hour drive!  We all arrived safely at Papa Terry's house completely exhausted.  While in OK, things didn't slow down.  Saturday was lunch and Christmas at my mom's with my grandpa and my niece, Joy.  Sunday was a great visit to our home church, St. Andrew's UMC, and Christmas with Mark's family.  Monday we were very excited to have the opportunity to spend part of the day with our good friends, Todd and Lisa Bergman and their boys - FUN!  Tuesday, we had unbelievably nice weather and we, along with my parents and Mark parents, spent the day (a record 5 hours for us) at the Tulsa Zoo.  Gratefully, on Wednesday, we were able to visit both my grandma Polly and Mark's grandma Judy (which was the driving force behind our unexpected trip).  It was good to see that they were doing better than we expected.  This brings us to New Year's Eve.  As tradition holds, Mark's parents watched the boys and Mark and I spent the evening with out good, long-time friends, Brandon and Michelle.  Lots of good food, good movies (somewhat debatable), and good times. It felt just like home!  Thursday, Mark, Brandon, and the boys went to BassPro (I know, you are all surprised - the closest one here is in Cincy), several Wal-Marts and a Target (Ethan was on a very determined mission - spend all the Christmas money).  Michelle and I had a wonderful lunch at Pei Wei (mmmmmmmmmmm) and then did some shopping in Owasso.  The rest of the day was spent doing laundry, gathering, and packing.  Mark's parents had a nice dinner for us that night, which Brandon and Michelle came to, and then it was an evening of Wii playoffs!  Sadly, we are now at Friday, the return trip.  Not much to say about that except somehow we manage to make record time (11 1/2 hours)WITH THE KIDS!  Mark was so excited.  Then we hit the ground running when we got home.  Laundry, unpacking, lesson plans - everyone back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make another post later about current events . . . and hopefully adding some pics from Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1249661392989257756-8410406717029616849?l=polsonlettershome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polsonlettershome.blogspot.com/feeds/8410406717029616849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1249661392989257756&amp;postID=8410406717029616849' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249661392989257756/posts/default/8410406717029616849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249661392989257756/posts/default/8410406717029616849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polsonlettershome.blogspot.com/2009/01/santa-are-you-for-real.html' title='Santa, Are You for Real?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01817236681649630508</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-1249661392989257756.post-8596329331659132228</id><published>2008-11-26T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T16:54:11.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Thanksgiving, Happy Christmas, Jolly Holidays</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it has been over two weeks since my last post.  Although, I noticed that when I posted something totally unrelated to Twilight, I only got one comment.  Hmmmmmmm. Oh, well.  So . . . the movie came out last Friday and, admittedly/shamefully, I was out those school doors by 3:19.  I was impressed by the movie, however, it must be noted that I went in with a certain level of expectation of disappointment.  I had seen the trailers, and knowing that movies are never as good as their books, I felt reasonably assured of some disappointment.  The production company is not a major in the industry and naturally had a limited budget.  Overall, though, I think the movie was well done and I look forward to seeing the next one when it comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Thanksgiving!  I spent the better part of today Christmas shopping - by myself.  In the past, I have always done the big "day after Thanksgiving" shop-a-thon with my mother.  She would pick me up or we would meet at her house in Tulsa around 4 AM and finish up sometime in the afternoon.  I couldn't find anyone around here willing to do that with me!  It is making me miss my mom that much more during these holidays.  We have recently decided to head back to OK during the Christmas/New Year holiday.  My dad is flying into Louisville on Dec. 22 and will spend a few days here with us.  Then, on Dec. 26, we will all drive back to OK together.  On Jan. 2, the fam will head back to KY to get a start on a new semester.  We all return to school on Jan. 5.  Mark is taking a J term (a one month long, condensed class) - and he has chosen Greek!  It will be a FUN month for us (is the sarcasm coming through in the text?)! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys are doing well in school.  Both are making good improvements - although I still miss homeschooling.  I don't know if we will ever get back to it, but given the choice of feeding them or homeschooling them, we went with putting food in their bellies!  The students in my kindergarten class are doing exceptionally well!  All of them are making excellent progress - some first grade readers, lots of kids starting to read little three letter words, and even my less experienced students are now getting nearly all their letters and letter sounds.  It is so amazing to watch their transformations!  We are indeed "fearfully and wonderfully made."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1249661392989257756-8596329331659132228?l=polsonlettershome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polsonlettershome.blogspot.com/feeds/8596329331659132228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1249661392989257756&amp;postID=8596329331659132228' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249661392989257756/posts/default/8596329331659132228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249661392989257756/posts/default/8596329331659132228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polsonlettershome.blogspot.com/2008/11/merry-thanksgiving-happy-christmas.html' title='Merry Thanksgiving, Happy Christmas, Jolly Holidays'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01817236681649630508</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-1249661392989257756.post-1983182879359883582</id><published>2008-11-11T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T14:10:26.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Return of the Mini-Van Mom</title><content type='html'>That's right people - I'm driving a mini-van again and loving it.  And no, Michelle, it does not make me feel old!  We got a really good deal on a 2000 Toyota Sienna.  There was a family on campus trying to sell their van before leaving to head home to Korea (today).  We really needed more space, especially for traveling to Dry Ridge once a week, and any trips back to Oklahoma we might be able to make.  (Don't get excited, okies, we don't have plans anytime soon!)  We are planning on selling the Avalon, so we should be able to recoup all the money we spent on the van - hopefully a little extra.  Like I said, it was a really good deal.  The boys love it.  It has one of those automatic side doors, so they get to pretend they are using "the force" to open and close it!  Mark and I already like it because it has captain's seats for the boys - quite a nice space between them now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a somewhat different note, we are still in the process of deciding whether to move into the parsonage in Dry Ridge this coming summer.  (Actually, the parsonage is in Jonesville, and Dry Ridge is the closest town.)  We love it here in Wilmore, but we really long to be closer to our churches - and when you're a poor seminary family, it seems almost stupid to pass up free housing (including utilities).  I, of course, would have to quit my job, but I could try to get a job in Grant County.  A member of our congregation teaches 3rd grade there and I'm sure she could help me out.  My mentor teacher this year also knows the Grant County Superintendent and offered to help me get on there if we ever decided to move.  So those are all positives.  It is a very small area.  It would take us about 20-25 minutes to get to the nearest anything.  And our neighbors are a little worrisome - very rough around the edges - and we think the church has had problems with them.  Obviously, right now, we are leaning heavily toward moving.  Both Mark and I can really see our family there.  Please be in prayer for us as we consider what God would have us to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1249661392989257756-1983182879359883582?l=polsonlettershome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polsonlettershome.blogspot.com/feeds/1983182879359883582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1249661392989257756&amp;postID=1983182879359883582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249661392989257756/posts/default/1983182879359883582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249661392989257756/posts/default/1983182879359883582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polsonlettershome.blogspot.com/2008/11/return-of-mini-van-mom.html' title='Return of the Mini-Van Mom'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01817236681649630508</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-1249661392989257756.post-8461340420037573964</id><published>2008-11-10T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T15:30:13.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O.C.D.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OBSESSIVE CULLEN DISORDER&lt;/span&gt;!  The Cullen's are the vampire family from the Twilight series I have been reading.  Believe it or not, I have already started re-reading the first book, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;, again.  After reading all four books so quickly, they more or less become one long continuous story in my head.  With the movie coming out in less than 2 weeks (which is based only on the first book), I wanted that story fresh in my head.  For those of you who are familiar with the books, they now have one of those quizzes to see which character from the book you are.  Mark took it before me (even though he hasn't read the book) and he is Carlisle Cullen.  My friend and I thought this was humorous.  Then I took the quiz and  . . . I'm Esme (who is Carlisle's wife in the book).  So at least we are still married in the land of fiction!!!!  This post also comes with a promise that the next post will NOT be about Twilight.  I will attempt to write something about family and our lives here in Wilmore.  Happy Reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1249661392989257756-8461340420037573964?l=polsonlettershome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polsonlettershome.blogspot.com/feeds/8461340420037573964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1249661392989257756&amp;postID=8461340420037573964' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249661392989257756/posts/default/8461340420037573964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249661392989257756/posts/default/8461340420037573964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polsonlettershome.blogspot.com/2008/11/ocd.html' title='O.C.D.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01817236681649630508</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-1249661392989257756.post-3711401016029723394</id><published>2008-11-07T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T17:24:18.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S.</title><content type='html'>For those who had asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh, yes I am going to see the movie!  In fact, I need to go to www.cafepress.com and order a twilight t-shirt for this special occassion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1249661392989257756-3711401016029723394?l=polsonlettershome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polsonlettershome.blogspot.com/feeds/3711401016029723394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1249661392989257756&amp;postID=3711401016029723394' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249661392989257756/posts/default/3711401016029723394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249661392989257756/posts/default/3711401016029723394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polsonlettershome.blogspot.com/2008/11/ps.html' title='P.S.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01817236681649630508</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-1249661392989257756.post-6403416962578877526</id><published>2008-11-07T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T16:00:58.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Dawn</title><content type='html'>That has been the story of my life over these last 6 days!  Who would've thought this die hard non-fiction follower would fall so hard for the fictional world of Edward Cullen and Isabella (Bella) Swan.  Remarkably, I finished the fourth and final book last night (er . . . EARLY this morning - hence the "breaking dawn" reference to the title of the last book).  That's right, people - over 2500 pages of remarkable story telling in just 6 days.  I've surprised even myself, not to mention irritated my husband, and neglected my children!  All for the sake of a vampire love story.  I know it sounds cheesy, but I urge you to just read the first book.  If you don't like it, it is written in such a way that (a normal person) could simply put it down and not worry about finishing the rest.  Why anyone would decide that is beyond me, but hey, to each her own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1249661392989257756-6403416962578877526?l=polsonlettershome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polsonlettershome.blogspot.com/feeds/6403416962578877526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1249661392989257756&amp;postID=6403416962578877526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249661392989257756/posts/default/6403416962578877526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249661392989257756/posts/default/6403416962578877526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polsonlettershome.blogspot.com/2008/11/breaking-dawn.html' title='Breaking Dawn'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01817236681649630508</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-1249661392989257756.post-2606132808882914371</id><published>2008-11-02T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T16:46:44.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiction or Non-Fiction . . . That Was The Question</title><content type='html'>until about 11:30pm last night.  I was lying on the couch at the parsonage, and the 11:00 news had just wrapped up.  I needed a distraction before bed.  I had thought ahead while packing and remembered to bring a copy of  TWILIGHT that my dear friend had loaned to me.  I thought to myself, "I'll read the first chapter really quick; just to see if it is going to be any good."  Bad idea.  See, once I get into a book, really  into it, I can't put it down.  This book had me from the first chapter and the next thing I know it is, wait for it, 6:30 in the morning!  I did manage to get in about 1 hour of sleep before I had to get up for church.  I then, shamefully, continued to read the book on the way to our first church service.  Then if that is not bad enough, I nearly finished the book during the entire 1 1/2 hour drive back to Wilmore!  Totally awesome book.  I can't wait for the movie to come out.  NOVEMBER 21st!!!  Strong story line, great character development.  Ahhhh, young vampire love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1249661392989257756-2606132808882914371?l=polsonlettershome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polsonlettershome.blogspot.com/feeds/2606132808882914371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1249661392989257756&amp;postID=2606132808882914371' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249661392989257756/posts/default/2606132808882914371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249661392989257756/posts/default/2606132808882914371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polsonlettershome.blogspot.com/2008/11/fiction-or-non-fiction-that-was.html' title='Fiction or Non-Fiction . . . That Was The Question'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01817236681649630508</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249661392989257756.post-2189145563020167655</id><published>2008-10-27T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T20:29:31.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some People Have No Class</title><content type='html'>What a day!  I wasn't in my classroom today, but I was definitely at work.  That's right, folks.  The two words that evoke the most mixed emotions in the teaching profession - PROFESSIONAL DEVELOPMENT.  I personally love professional development - because I love learning.  On the other hand, I'm what my family calls a control freak, OCD, anal retentive, etc. (and that's just my husband), so leaving a sub in charge is very difficult for me.  Additionally, one can never be completely sure that the PD will be worth your time.  This one, thankfully, was well worth the time and money (well, the school district's money).  Wonderful presenter, awesome location, and highly relevant material.  It's one of those conferences I come away from excited to get back to school and implement what I learned.  Alas, I will have to wait.  I will not have students tomorrow, and the rest of the week is already planned out - and of course, Halloween is Friday so you can imagine the interest level of the kiddos!  My new found wealth of knowledge will have to be contained until next week! (I hope my brain doesn't explode before then.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1249661392989257756-2189145563020167655?l=polsonlettershome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polsonlettershome.blogspot.com/feeds/2189145563020167655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1249661392989257756&amp;postID=2189145563020167655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249661392989257756/posts/default/2189145563020167655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249661392989257756/posts/default/2189145563020167655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polsonlettershome.blogspot.com/2008/10/some-people-have-no-class.html' title='Some People Have No Class'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01817236681649630508</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-1249661392989257756.post-7933148654929793809</id><published>2008-10-25T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T20:32:10.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Many Tomes, So Little Time</title><content type='html'>OK.  So anybody who knows me well, knows how much I like to read.  I'm typically engrossed in up to 5 books at any one time - usually stacked on my nightstand, but occasionally sliding around in my car somewhere.  (Yes, I'm one of those people who can read while riding in a car!)  Mostly I prefer reading non-fiction, but on occasion have found a fiction book or series worthy of my time.  Quickly, I'll share with you what I have recently read or am currently reading.  Then I'll wrap up with some thoughts on what I am considering reading next and open it up to suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished reading:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Hiding Place:  The Triumphant True Story of Corrie Ten Boom&lt;/span&gt;.  An extraordinary story of a courageous christian woman who not only survived unimaginable horrors at the hands of Nazi's, but managed to spread Christ's message to see lives transformed forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently reading:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Men Are Like Waffles, Women Are Life Spaghetti&lt;/span&gt; by Bill and Pam Farrel.  Absolutely hilarious - made more so because you will see yourself and your spouse everywhere in this book.  A relationship help book that doesn't read like one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Out of the Salt Shaker &amp;amp; into the World&lt;/span&gt; by Rebecca Manley Pippert.  You don't have to be scared to share the goods news.  A profoundly inspiring book with immediate real-life applications on how to make evangelism a way of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tortured for Christ&lt;/span&gt; by Pastor Richard Wurmbrand.  Another great story depicting the experiences of a Romanian pastor who spent 14 years in Communist prisons.  This book is free from Voice of the Martyrs (VOM).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;don't waste your life&lt;/span&gt; by John Piper.  (Todd, I hope you can appreciate that I chose to read a Calvinist!)  This book warns against getting caught up in a life that counts for nothing and reminds us that God made each us to "live with a single passion: to joyfully display his supreme excellence in all the spheres of life."  Wonderfully written.  Here is a great quote from the book:  "Only one life, 'twill soon be past; Only what's done for Christ will last."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Christmas Out of the Advent Box&lt;/span&gt; by Benjamin R. Husted and family.  This is actually a reread from about a year ago.  This book is an invaluable resource for how to share the real reason and joy of the season (not just the day).  Wonderful ideas and scriptures for EVERY day of the advent season.  Truly a remarkable book and a must read for all families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm ending my long (and amazingly incomplete) list,  I'm considering  beginning the  Twilight series.  If anyone out there has any recommendations for quality fiction, let me know.  I have a feeling that after I complete all these, I just might be ready for a break from reality!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1249661392989257756-7933148654929793809?l=polsonlettershome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polsonlettershome.blogspot.com/feeds/7933148654929793809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1249661392989257756&amp;postID=7933148654929793809' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249661392989257756/posts/default/7933148654929793809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249661392989257756/posts/default/7933148654929793809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polsonlettershome.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-many-tomes-so-little-time.html' title='So Many Tomes, So Little Time'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01817236681649630508</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-1249661392989257756.post-1878662692761023128</id><published>2008-10-25T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T19:33:55.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Have All the Weekends Gone</title><content type='html'>I can't believe the weekend is almost over!  Like usual, I had to spend at least a few hours of the weekend working at school.  Although, I can blame it on the fact that I won't be there Monday, instead of the fact that I'm somewhat of a perfectionist.  Other than a few hours at the "office", we did some housework and had some friends over for a casual dinner.  Of course, with their son and our two boys being present, the evening wouldn't have been complete without a Star Wars movie! &lt;br /&gt;Mark is preparing for services tomorrow.  The boys and I (or I should just say "I" since they didn't actually have anything to do with the decision) will not be traveling to Dry Ridge tomorrow.  We have a busy week coming up and we'll be there all next weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of next weekend - it's almost Halloween!  The boys are so excited.  If you've visited Mark's blog, then you've seen pics of the boys.  Ethan is going to be Boba Fett and Logan is Darth Vadar.  I'm taking the easy (comfortable) road, and will be dressed in scrubs as a nurse or a vet.  Hopefully next weekend I will have some great pics to post (just as soon as Mark teaches me how to do that!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1249661392989257756-1878662692761023128?l=polsonlettershome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polsonlettershome.blogspot.com/feeds/1878662692761023128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1249661392989257756&amp;postID=1878662692761023128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249661392989257756/posts/default/1878662692761023128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249661392989257756/posts/default/1878662692761023128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polsonlettershome.blogspot.com/2008/10/where-have-all-weekends-gone.html' title='Where Have All the Weekends Gone'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01817236681649630508</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-1249661392989257756.post-9198499787318631776</id><published>2008-10-24T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T18:16:19.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making The Grade</title><content type='html'>Well, the first quarter has ended for me and the boys.  All in all, we had a very successful beginning to the school year.  I'm having a wonderful time teaching at the Jessamine Early Learning Village.  Though very challenging, you won't find a better group of people to work with.  For the first time in any teaching position, I feel valued as a teacher and am enjoying the professionalism that abounds at JELV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys just received their first grade cards and we are so proud!  As a reminder - Ethan is in first grade at Wilmore Elementary and Logan is in Kindergarten at JELV.  At this young age, letter grades are not used.  Students are given either a 1, 2, 3, or 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1  Novice - needs additional time and help&lt;br /&gt;2  Apprentice - making progress, but requires much support&lt;br /&gt;3  Proficient - meets expectations with little support&lt;br /&gt;4  Distinguished - meets expectations independently; may exceed expectations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan received mostly 3's and 4's with just a couple of 1's (mostly related to his handwriting, which we already knew he needed help with).  Ethan received mostly 3's with a couple of 4's.  Overall, they both did exceptionally well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this is my first post, I will keep it short for now.  God bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1249661392989257756-9198499787318631776?l=polsonlettershome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polsonlettershome.blogspot.com/feeds/9198499787318631776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1249661392989257756&amp;postID=9198499787318631776' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249661392989257756/posts/default/9198499787318631776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249661392989257756/posts/default/9198499787318631776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polsonlettershome.blogspot.com/2008/10/making-grade.html' title='Making The Grade'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01817236681649630508</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></feed>
