<?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-16940342</id><updated>2011-11-24T00:14:09.505-06:00</updated><category term='One Year Birthday'/><title type='text'>Lori's Laughter</title><subtitle type='html'>I am desperately seeking Gods perfect will for my life as I walk through this life on earth. I enjoy life and I love to laugh, a lot! I'm daily amazed at God's power and might and I'm humbled by his passionate love for me and his creation.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-5130624601046675241</id><published>2010-09-14T04:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T04:52:55.698-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Year Birthday'/><title type='text'>My Nephew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9EJQevzzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/6_XMtMfnJqs/s1600/IMG_8570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9EJQevzzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/6_XMtMfnJqs/s320/IMG_8570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516702994385588018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mr. Man celebrated his first year on August 14th.&lt;br /&gt;He's adorable and has some personality! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-5130624601046675241?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/5130624601046675241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=5130624601046675241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/5130624601046675241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/5130624601046675241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-nephew.html' title='My Nephew'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9EJQevzzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/6_XMtMfnJqs/s72-c/IMG_8570.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-3059500210664177988</id><published>2008-04-23T22:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T04:55:58.968-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gold</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Life is hard but God is good is something I often say when I find myself in a tough time. There is an old song whose title shares my comforting antidote and I often sing it to myself when saddened by an earthly circumstance. During a recent but long season in a very painful valley the words or melody brought me little comfort. God has given me some new songs that I carried to the throne of my King in tears with the hope he would get me through. He did. He is faithful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This valley has brought me healing and restoration. Unaware to my conscious were deeply hidden fears wrapped in a cocoon of unbelief. This season of intense spiritual warfare was masking the hand of my loving God who knew the root of doubt and also the way to bring it to the surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to remember that the creator of the universe knows the way that I take and then run down the path with faith. I sometimes forget this amazing truth. But He knows the way that I take;When He has tested me, I shall come forth as gold. Job 23:10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;God's timing is perfect and just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him. Job 13:15&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-3059500210664177988?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/3059500210664177988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=3059500210664177988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/3059500210664177988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/3059500210664177988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2008/04/gold.html' title='Gold'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-3107397926167393042</id><published>2007-12-21T23:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T23:47:39.507-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasoned With Salt</title><content type='html'>I had dinner with a few of my good girlfriends tonight. We have a "date night" with each other every few months. It is always a blessing full of fun that only girlfriends can bring to your life.  I was sharing a story of something God had done this week and read Psalm 20. As I was finishing the story I noticed two gentlemen sitting at the table behind us had been drawn into the story and were eagerly listening to my praise. I felt a bit awkward at first because I was sharing a personal, intimate story with my sisters unaware of mindful strangers  but I quickly moved past that because at the end of the day what does it really matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after thinking on it some more it occurred to me that if my conversation had failed to be honoring to God it could have completely closed their heart to any future encounters they may have with fellow believers. So, at the end of the day it does matter.  I left feeling thankful that my conversation gave God glory instead of shame. I hope that seeds of His love were planted in hearts of strangers that I may one day meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let your speech always be with grace, seasoned with salt, that you may know how you ought to answer each one. Colossians 4:6&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-3107397926167393042?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/3107397926167393042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=3107397926167393042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/3107397926167393042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/3107397926167393042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2007/12/seasoned-with-salt.html' title='Seasoned With Salt'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-3255837363695194292</id><published>2007-12-21T23:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T23:25:58.221-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Father Of Lights</title><content type='html'>Tonight I felt led to drive through a neighborhood and look at the Sparkling Christmas lights that have lit up the sidewalks for the past few weeks. Decorative lighting that is all white and wrapped tightly around the bottom of a tree trunk to the top with streams cascading down as limbs of light are my favorite kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have noticed this one particular section many times as I have driven down Chimney Rock but could never truly see the delight waiting for me as I hurried past. Tonight I took the time to see what my soul longs for daily. When I turned onto the street there were several homes with lights that fill my hearts delight. I noticed a group of folks gathered around the dining table laughing as they enjoyed the final moments of the evening. I rounded the corner and I was blessed greatly by dozens of trees because they lit up the street like a parade. There was no need for moon light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped. Truly stopped, did not just pause to take in the captivating simplicity of white lights on trees. When I began to drive again I was a giddy girl laughing out loud and longing to touch the streams of light. All I could think about is how Jesus the light of the world and even without the moon, sun or stars He is all the light we need! Enjoy Him in a fresh new way this Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and comes down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shadow of turning. James 1:17&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-3255837363695194292?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/3255837363695194292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=3255837363695194292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/3255837363695194292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/3255837363695194292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2007/12/father-of-lights.html' title='Father Of Lights'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-1093016155348736371</id><published>2007-12-18T20:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T08:44:43.852-06:00</updated><title type='text'>These Are A Few Of My Favorite Things ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;What is not to truly enjoy and appreciate during the holiday hustle and bustle. Do you sense a little sarcasm? This year I am taking the time to step outside of the typical week before Christmas and relax. I plan to savor each day of the next week as I prepare for a joyous birthday celebration of my great King. As I pontificate on how God used me today I am laughing at the silliness of my following thoughts. They lead me to some favorite things that only come once a year, well some of them anyway. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blue Bell Peppermint Ice Cream&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Homes Decked Out With Festive Lights &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coca-Cola Commercials With Penguins and Bears&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gingerbread Latte's and Red Starbucks Cups&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Picture Christmas Cards Of Friends and Family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snow Flurries (if only in my dreams and on T.V.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hallmark Channel Christmas Movies &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Carpenters Christmas Portrait&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;O Holy Night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-1093016155348736371?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/1093016155348736371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=1093016155348736371' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/1093016155348736371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/1093016155348736371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2007/12/these-are-few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='These Are A Few Of My Favorite Things ....'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-8194798535558969386</id><published>2007-12-18T18:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T19:14:00.183-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gifts at Christmas</title><content type='html'>I went to the Third Day and Jars of Clay concert last Friday and it was really good. Third Day is one of my favorite groups but this was a Christmas tour so I expected seasonal Christmas songs but was greatly blessed with wonderful worship songs mixed into the song sets. Songs like Show Me Your Glory (my favorite Third Day song), God of Wonders, Creed and a few others. I was sitting in the third row. I love it, third row for Third Day. I wish I would have taken my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God spoke to me about several things while enjoying tremendous musical talent. One of the things was gift giving at Christmas. I've struggled for many years with giving gifts at Christmas because it always seems to be about what one will be getting or what you want instead of Jesus Christ, the reason for the season. One year I gave bibles for Christmas and it made me sad because they were not very well received. I suppose when someone is not in love with the word of God they do not appreciate such a spectacular gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the Lord lead me to purchase gifts with him in mind. To keep them simple yet something extraordinary that may only be fully appreciated by the recipient and the giver of course. The best thing about it is that on Sunday during Gregg's sermon things were mentioned that confirmed what God has called me to do. It is so spectacular when God speaks something over you, you hear it with ears to hear and then it's confirmed with a few days. There is nothing greater than the voice of God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you think about it, what could be more simple yet extraordinary than Jesus and his miraculous birth.  Praise Him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-8194798535558969386?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/8194798535558969386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=8194798535558969386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/8194798535558969386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/8194798535558969386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2007/12/gifts-at-christmas.html' title='Gifts at Christmas'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-3517864697409888189</id><published>2007-12-12T17:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T13:25:40.443-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye For Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/R2B3EPaqpoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/hNLxLpDJFcY/s1600-h/Astros+May+12th+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143241689198667394" style="WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" height="133" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/R2B3EPaqpoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/hNLxLpDJFcY/s200/Astros+May+12th+013.jpg" width="162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/R2B3EvaqpqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qonPFYpAC90/s1600-h/Astros+Sept+19+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143241697788602018" style="WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" height="138" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/R2B3EvaqpqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qonPFYpAC90/s200/Astros+Sept+19+013.jpg" width="175" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/R2B3EfaqppI/AAAAAAAAAEo/865DliZyXOo/s1600-h/Astros+May+12th+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/R2B3FfaqpsI/AAAAAAAAAFA/6BMPZQFBvi4/s1600-h/Astros+Sept+19+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143241710673503938" style="WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" height="109" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/R2B3FfaqpsI/AAAAAAAAAFA/6BMPZQFBvi4/s200/Astros+Sept+19+026.jpg" width="136" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/R2B3FfaqpsI/AAAAAAAAAFA/6BMPZQFBvi4/s1600-h/Astros+Sept+19+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At 12:26 p.m. my phone rang and it was my baseball buddy Bret (BBB). The second thing he said to me was “I hate to rain on your parade” … I knew what was next. I hollered in sadness as my dream of marrying an Astros player was crushed (drama can be so fun). After an award winning scene worthy of many accolades I regained my composure to read about the details. It was such a blessing to log into my email to see that a few of my other friends felt inclined to send me the news. Ryan McPhetridge sent me the link at 12:21 p.m., &lt;a href="http://davidhilburnblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;David Hilburn &lt;/a&gt;asked me if I was moving to Baltimore at 12:24 p.m. and at 12:40 p.m. &lt;a href="http://stevenwmurray.blogspot.com/"&gt;Steven Murray&lt;/a&gt; sent me a condolences e-card from Dayspring telling me how sad he is for my loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news in this is that the northeastern part of the U.S. is where my favorite vacation destinations beckon me to come see their beauty. I’ve not yet been to Maryland and it looks like I may visit sooner than later! Just for the record, I may be a fan of a particular player but that does not mean that I'm a fan of the team. I am a fan of the Astros! Furthermore, it seems to me that they sure did give up a lot for this boy Tejada. Yes I know his stats and about his little victory in Minute Maid park during the All Star Game but he better perform and get us to the World Series! I'm done .... at the moment! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/R2B4GvaqptI/AAAAAAAAAFI/NeNc7iYRlms/s1600-h/Astros+Sept+19+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143242831659968210" style="WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" height="167" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/R2B4GvaqptI/AAAAAAAAAFI/NeNc7iYRlms/s200/Astros+Sept+19+035.jpg" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/R2B3FPaqprI/AAAAAAAAAE4/n4IdFhCJu_o/s1600-h/Astros+Sept+19+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143241706378536626" style="WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" height="140" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/R2B3FPaqprI/AAAAAAAAAE4/n4IdFhCJu_o/s200/Astros+Sept+19+020.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/R2B53PaqpvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/z2rbJEldH5Q/s1600-h/Luke_Scott-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143244764395251442" style="WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" height="164" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/R2B53PaqpvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/z2rbJEldH5Q/s200/Luke_Scott-07.jpg" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/R2B4GvaqptI/AAAAAAAAAFI/NeNc7iYRlms/s1600-h/Astros+Sept+19+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/R2B4GvaqptI/AAAAAAAAAFI/NeNc7iYRlms/s1600-h/Astros+Sept+19+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-3517864697409888189?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/3517864697409888189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=3517864697409888189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/3517864697409888189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/3517864697409888189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2007/12/goodbye-for-now.html' title='Goodbye For Now'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/R2B3EPaqpoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/hNLxLpDJFcY/s72-c/Astros+May+12th+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-1854566710093601183</id><published>2007-08-07T23:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T23:21:38.811-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Model .... That's Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/RrlEZZ201kI/AAAAAAAAAEY/tDEN_uX0x2U/s1600-h/Music+Ministry+New+Orleans+Trip+2007+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096179656574686786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/RrlEZZ201kI/AAAAAAAAAEY/tDEN_uX0x2U/s400/Music+Ministry+New+Orleans+Trip+2007+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-1854566710093601183?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/1854566710093601183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=1854566710093601183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/1854566710093601183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/1854566710093601183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2007/08/super-model-thats-me.html' title='Super Model .... That&apos;s Me!'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/RrlEZZ201kI/AAAAAAAAAEY/tDEN_uX0x2U/s72-c/Music+Ministry+New+Orleans+Trip+2007+070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-6888028718466389086</id><published>2007-08-06T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T21:48:59.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeff and Krissy Productions Present ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Colete Ann Taylor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/RrfXNZ201jI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Y6_tis-g5QA/s1600-h/me+and+colete.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095778128672118322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/RrfXNZ201jI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Y6_tis-g5QA/s320/me+and+colete.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I vainly attempt to hold back the tears as I cradle a new born baby, there is almost nothing more precious! The amazing way God uniquely creates each of us is astounding. Life is such a miracle and nothing is more calming than knowing that the hairs on my head are counted by God ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;even the gray ones.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-6888028718466389086?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/6888028718466389086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=6888028718466389086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/6888028718466389086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/6888028718466389086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2007/08/jeff-and-krissy-productions-present.html' title='Jeff and Krissy Productions Present ....'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/RrfXNZ201jI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Y6_tis-g5QA/s72-c/me+and+colete.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-4418068739280609453</id><published>2007-04-07T00:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T00:40:26.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Date!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonight I went to an Astros game on a date. My date was myself and I am loads of fun! It was a great time to reflect as I had no one to really talk to but the Lord. It was rather odd that none of my neighbors were friendly. Now that I'm at home reflecting on the evening I'm glad they were not since I had a great time with the Lord. Our God is a jealous God who wanted me all to himself this night. Who knew he loved baseball as much as I do! In fact, my time with myself was so fantastic that I've decided to go on many more Friday night baseball dates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Go ahead, give it a try, I dare you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-4418068739280609453?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/4418068739280609453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=4418068739280609453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/4418068739280609453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/4418068739280609453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2007/04/great-date.html' title='A Great Date!'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-682957869748708277</id><published>2007-03-13T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T22:13:47.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Maggie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/RfdoVs8poZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-3vnJokq570/s1600-h/princess+maggie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041613029916647826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/RfdoVs8poZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-3vnJokq570/s320/princess+maggie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/Rfdnz88poYI/AAAAAAAAAD8/wgH_Fv1eAqw/s1600-h/princess+maggie.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-682957869748708277?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/682957869748708277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=682957869748708277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/682957869748708277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/682957869748708277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2007/03/princess-maggie.html' title='Princess Maggie'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/RfdoVs8poZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-3vnJokq570/s72-c/princess+maggie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-5824575900239260784</id><published>2007-03-02T15:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T15:59:08.032-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/Reid7qfsqaI/AAAAAAAAADw/YUyTW0QIS1o/s1600-h/lori+as+wonder+woman.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037449831558982050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/Reid7qfsqaI/AAAAAAAAADw/YUyTW0QIS1o/s400/lori+as+wonder+woman.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-5824575900239260784?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/5824575900239260784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=5824575900239260784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/5824575900239260784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/5824575900239260784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2007/03/wonder-woman.html' title='Wonder Woman'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/Reid7qfsqaI/AAAAAAAAADw/YUyTW0QIS1o/s72-c/lori+as+wonder+woman.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-412897644369443469</id><published>2007-02-13T19:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T19:18:11.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Son Of My Right Hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/RdJjLWrszII/AAAAAAAAADk/Y7VsQUPcUKk/s1600-h/BenWallberg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031192780444847234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/RdJjLWrszII/AAAAAAAAADk/Y7VsQUPcUKk/s320/BenWallberg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Benjamin Walberg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He belongs to my friends John and Verna who live in Dallas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Benjamin means son of my right hand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-412897644369443469?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/412897644369443469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=412897644369443469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/412897644369443469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/412897644369443469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2007/02/son-of-my-right-hand.html' title='Son Of My Right Hand'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/RdJjLWrszII/AAAAAAAAADk/Y7VsQUPcUKk/s72-c/BenWallberg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-2901132330008593786</id><published>2007-02-13T19:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T19:19:26.212-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Weird Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://stevenwmurray.blogspot.com/"&gt;Murray&lt;/a&gt; tagged me and now I'm supposed to write six weird things about myself. I don't have that many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's settled. I'm not weird!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-2901132330008593786?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/2901132330008593786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=2901132330008593786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/2901132330008593786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/2901132330008593786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2007/02/six-weird-things.html' title='Six Weird Things'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-5260274796360363268</id><published>2007-01-05T23:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T23:46:03.307-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mandy ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You came and you gave without taking and I need you today oh Mandy ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016789473728599730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/RZ83cj6DFrI/AAAAAAAAADY/ZG-Ggt5_CrE/s320/me+and+mandy+two.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-5260274796360363268?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/5260274796360363268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=5260274796360363268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/5260274796360363268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/5260274796360363268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2007/01/mandy.html' title='Mandy ...'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/RZ83cj6DFrI/AAAAAAAAADY/ZG-Ggt5_CrE/s72-c/me+and+mandy+two.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-2680170325487102133</id><published>2007-01-03T12:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T12:32:53.735-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Woman!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/RZv2H_UpNWI/AAAAAAAAADM/Qs5lzL4paEg/s1600-h/me+and+arshunda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015873227124716898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/RZv2H_UpNWI/AAAAAAAAADM/Qs5lzL4paEg/s320/me+and+arshunda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://holdrealstill.blogspot.com/"&gt;Arshunda&lt;/a&gt;! I need not say anymore except me too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-2680170325487102133?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/2680170325487102133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=2680170325487102133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/2680170325487102133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/2680170325487102133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2007/01/woman.html' title='The Woman!'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/RZv2H_UpNWI/AAAAAAAAADM/Qs5lzL4paEg/s72-c/me+and+arshunda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-7019517605310264457</id><published>2007-01-02T22:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T19:05:28.698-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockin' NYE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/RZs1w_UpNUI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sJVYIBya-6c/s1600-h/laura+and+erin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015661725755192642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/RZs1w_UpNUI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sJVYIBya-6c/s200/laura+and+erin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Who needs Dick Clark when you got the mighty HOT girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/RZsylPUpNRI/AAAAAAAAACI/_1tyYNLUC44/s1600-h/me+and+shelly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015658225356846354" style="WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" height="146" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/RZsylPUpNRI/AAAAAAAAACI/_1tyYNLUC44/s200/me+and+shelly.jpg" width="177" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/RZs1__UpNVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/kKUe7Hy_v7s/s1600-h/lindsay+and+bonnie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015661983453230418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/RZs1__UpNVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/kKUe7Hy_v7s/s200/lindsay+and+bonnie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;U&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nless you've got Bart ... Dapper Bart! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015658564659262754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/RZsy4_UpNSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/cIZUKuli_vE/s200/bart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-7019517605310264457?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/7019517605310264457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=7019517605310264457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/7019517605310264457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/7019517605310264457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2007/01/rockin-nye.html' title='Rockin&apos; NYE'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/RZs1w_UpNUI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sJVYIBya-6c/s72-c/laura+and+erin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-4010662900841090947</id><published>2006-12-28T21:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T22:15:27.645-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Emma!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/RZSVEAO7amI/AAAAAAAAABo/0ZjSqPjT7wI/s1600-h/me+krissy+and+emma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013796181184834146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/RZSVEAO7amI/AAAAAAAAABo/0ZjSqPjT7wI/s200/me+krissy+and+emma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/RZSU0gO7alI/AAAAAAAAABg/X8Gv-UdEujA/s1600-h/emma+looking+at+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013795914896861778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/RZSU0gO7alI/AAAAAAAAABg/X8Gv-UdEujA/s200/emma+looking+at+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I saw Emma today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Praise God for sweet babies who just love you because you are there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is about 15 months old and will have a little brother or sister in August.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-4010662900841090947?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/4010662900841090947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=4010662900841090947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/4010662900841090947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/4010662900841090947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2006/12/more-emma.html' title='More Emma!'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/RZSVEAO7amI/AAAAAAAAABo/0ZjSqPjT7wI/s72-c/me+krissy+and+emma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-1495084900133691028</id><published>2006-12-21T16:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T16:45:13.237-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho Hum!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss baseball season. Very much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-1495084900133691028?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/1495084900133691028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=1495084900133691028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/1495084900133691028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/1495084900133691028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2006/12/ho-hum.html' title='Ho Hum!'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-1305302252356937244</id><published>2006-12-21T15:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T21:52:43.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>She Is Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;This is Emerson, she was born this week. The Lord has given her to my friends Michelle and Trent Davis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I am the LORD your God, who brought you up out of Egypt. Open wide your mouth and I will fill it. Psalm 81:10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/RYr4MgO7ahI/AAAAAAAAAAo/dzbzq1XMqeA/s1600-h/emerson.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/RYr4MgO7ahI/AAAAAAAAAAo/dzbzq1XMqeA/s1600-h/emerson.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/RYr4MgO7ahI/AAAAAAAAAAo/dzbzq1XMqeA/s1600-h/emerson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011090429097765394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/RYr4MgO7ahI/AAAAAAAAAAo/dzbzq1XMqeA/s200/emerson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011090218644367874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/RYr4AQO7agI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wii8I2R8cVw/s200/michelle+and+trent+wedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-1305302252356937244?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/1305302252356937244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=1305302252356937244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/1305302252356937244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/1305302252356937244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2006/12/she-is-here.html' title='She Is Here!'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/RYr4MgO7ahI/AAAAAAAAAAo/dzbzq1XMqeA/s72-c/emerson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-7129204469473285275</id><published>2006-12-08T17:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T17:14:43.589-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Festivus Miracle</title><content type='html'>While putting in my contacts yesterday morning I lost one. I had already put in the right eye and the contact for my left eye was on my finger tip and then it just vanished. I looked all over the sink, counter, floor and my tummy and my feet but it was no where to be found. I gave up and briskly opened the drawer to get a new lens. I put in the new one and could see famously. New contacts feel so good, even when it's only one! I then went to brush my teeth and on the backside of my left hand sat my contact. How on earth it did not fall off and truly be lost I do not know. It's a Festivus Miracle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-7129204469473285275?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/7129204469473285275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=7129204469473285275' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/7129204469473285275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/7129204469473285275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2006/12/festivus-miracle.html' title='Festivus Miracle'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-4176161973335204639</id><published>2006-12-04T23:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T23:24:37.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Things</title><content type='html'>Tonight I began the process of Christmas decorating and listened to some great music to get the Christmas spirit flowing through the house. My sweet friend &lt;a href="http://toddatello.blogspot.com/"&gt;Todd Richards &lt;/a&gt;wrote about some instrumental music by Chris Rice that is wonderful. The music is rather therapeutic and has been highly reccommended by anyone who has been exposed to it's simplicity. I so love the simple things in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-4176161973335204639?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/4176161973335204639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=4176161973335204639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/4176161973335204639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/4176161973335204639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2006/12/simple-things.html' title='Simple Things'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-6273250621093651361</id><published>2006-11-26T14:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T15:02:32.675-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Frankly My Dear ....</title><content type='html'>I watched Gone With The Wind today. The only time I have seen it all the way through is when I was ill with the flu 16 years ago. I must say I have a greater appreciation for the film and story line now that I am a grown and mature woman. The irony of Scarlett thinking she is in love with a man she can never have is sad. Rhett who adores her and longs for her to love him like she loves Ashley is heartbreaking to me. Oh, the many times I've pined away for something I thought I wanted/needed only to know that God who loves me best of all is wooing me to come to him. I think I am going to watch it again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-6273250621093651361?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/6273250621093651361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=6273250621093651361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/6273250621093651361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/6273250621093651361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2006/11/frankly-my-dear.html' title='Frankly My Dear ....'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-1058540421688681346</id><published>2006-11-24T17:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T09:13:44.945-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7478/2067/1600/949774/birthday%20picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7478/2067/200/380047/birthday%20picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I turned another year older yesterday and I feel fine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-1058540421688681346?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/1058540421688681346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=1058540421688681346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/1058540421688681346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/1058540421688681346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-my-birthday.html' title='It&apos;s My Birthday!'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-8286725401186594200</id><published>2006-11-22T12:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T12:09:36.804-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Purity In Dating</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.faithhouston.com//view_resource.php?id=1022&amp;comments=all"&gt;http://www.faithhouston.com//view_resource.php?id=1022&amp;amp;comments=all&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please listen and share your comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-8286725401186594200?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/8286725401186594200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=8286725401186594200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/8286725401186594200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/8286725401186594200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2006/11/purity-in-dating.html' title='Purity In Dating'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-7959984202646807438</id><published>2006-11-22T00:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T00:46:34.019-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque?!</title><content type='html'>I was awakened this morning at 7 a.m. by the unpleasant sound of drilling. Yes, drilling. The city decided to do some type of repair work two houses down and they began digging up my neighbors front lawn. The part that is the most irritating is that I am on vacation this week. Argh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-7959984202646807438?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/7959984202646807438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=7959984202646807438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/7959984202646807438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/7959984202646807438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2006/11/porque.html' title='Porque?!'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-8826870600663249289</id><published>2006-11-17T14:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T15:03:49.839-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7478/2067/1600/8939/Various-Bionic%20Woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" height="196" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7478/2067/200/972101/Various-Bionic%2520Woman.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7478/2067/1600/794177/SixMillion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" height="185" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7478/2067/200/817965/SixMillion.jpg" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7478/2067/1600/943822/wonder%20woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" height="173" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7478/2067/200/808760/wonder%20woman.jpg" width="125" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7478/2067/1600/718598/burnettframe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" height="172" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7478/2067/200/131504/burnettframe.jpg" width="222" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Bionic Woman(1976-1978), The Six Million Dollar Man (1974-1978), Wonder Woman(1976-1979) and The Carol Burnett Show(1967-1978) were amongst the shows we watched growing up in my home. Of the four Carol Burnett was the favorite and is still quite comical today. It has been fun walking down memory lane but this will be the last post about 70's T.V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-8826870600663249289?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/8826870600663249289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=8826870600663249289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/8826870600663249289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/8826870600663249289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2006/11/last-four.html' title='The Final Four'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-1350309257804886845</id><published>2006-11-13T00:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:27:35.582-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight Is Enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7478/2067/1600/eight%20color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7478/2067/200/eight%20color.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight is Enough, another favorite show from growing up in the 70's was on prime time from 1977-1981. Of course, Tommy played by Willie Aames was usually the one girls crushed on but my first television crush was on the older brother David, played by Grant Goodeve. I have no idea what any of these folks are doing now and I don't even care enough to search the web for &lt;em&gt;where are they now cast of eight is enough&lt;/em&gt;. Although, I do know Betty Buckley who played Abby the step mother performs on Broadway and Willie Aames recently starred in a christian kids show called Bible Man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-1350309257804886845?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/1350309257804886845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=1350309257804886845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/1350309257804886845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/1350309257804886845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2006/11/eight-is-enough.html' title='Eight Is Enough'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-7769398344333274520</id><published>2006-11-07T21:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T23:08:37.485-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie's Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7478/2067/1600/charlies%20angels.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7478/2067/1600/charlies%20angels.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7478/2067/200/charlies%20angels.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;I recently found myself watching some old re-runs of Charlies Angels and was somewhat entertained. I remember this show well as I watched it many times as a child. The show first aired in March 1976 and ended in June 1981. How could I possible be entertained by such silliness as three women taking orders from a voice in a box you ask? Well, I was not fully immersed in the show because I was working on the computer. I would not suggest sitting down and watching this show with a bag of pop corn but for company while working at home it's not so bad. This discovery has led me to share several posts about my favorite shows as a child. I hope you have as fond memories as I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-7769398344333274520?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/7769398344333274520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=7769398344333274520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/7769398344333274520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/7769398344333274520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2006/11/charlies-angels.html' title='Charlie&apos;s Angels'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-4514831171333582790</id><published>2006-10-31T20:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T00:32:59.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and Lance B.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7478/2067/1600/Me%20and%20Lance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7478/2067/400/Me%20and%20Lance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I met Lance Berkman along with his wife and one of his daughters last night. Could I be any more excited? I really don't know but I'm sure if it had been Luke Scott someone would have had to call the paramedics. They were very kind and patient. I suppose waiting on the perfect pitch has developed this great patience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him from a distance and I had to move in closer and closer to be sure it was him. Then, when I was right beside him and Cara I put my hand on his shoulder and said "excuse me, are you ... oh never mind" I was to embarrassed to say hey you're Lance Berkman ... I need therapy. And he just smiled and said "what is it" and when he spoke I closed my eyes and said "keep talking" and then I turned to him and said "yeah your him!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I proceeded to share with him that I was a great fan of Astros baseball and the fact that I was so calm was a miracle of God. He just laughed and chatted with me. He was so friendly and affectionate and his wife is so great! We chatted about their church and family. Good stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the whole thing was after I had talked with him for a good 5 minutes, I realized I had not introduced myself and I extended my hand and said "Hi I'm Lori Latham and what is your name?" and as he extended his hand I slapped him in the arm and said "oh gosh, I know who you are, I am such a dork!" I mean seriously why do these things happen to me? He just laughed and gave me another hug. I got three before we parted ways. Yes, I counted them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-4514831171333582790?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/4514831171333582790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=4514831171333582790' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/4514831171333582790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/4514831171333582790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2006/10/me-and-lance-b.html' title='Me and Lance B.'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-6319999772415627529</id><published>2006-10-30T21:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T22:12:23.410-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweeter With Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am a little late in posting this but October 25th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was the day I met Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been 13 years since that initial meeting and I'm astounded &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by the daily encounters with Christ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God truly grows sweeter the longer I serve him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2005/10/sinner-saved-by-grace.html"&gt;I have mentioned before in a previous post I love The Gaither Vocal Band &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and all the songs penned by Bill and Gloria Gaither for that matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I was writing this post this song was resonating in my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heart so I thought I'd share. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Longer I Serve Him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Words and music by William J. Gaither&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a name="top"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since I started for the Kingdom,Since my life He controls,Since I gave my heart to Jesus,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The longer I serve Him,The sweeter He grows. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The longer serve Him, the sweeter He grows,The more that I love Him, more love He bestows;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each day is like heaven, my heart overflows,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The longer I serve Him, the sweeter He grows.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ev'ry need He is supplying,Plenteous grace He bestows;Ev'ry day my way gets brighter,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The longer I serve Him,The sweeter He grows. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The longer serve Him, the sweeter He grows,The more that I love Him, more love He bestows;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each day is like heaven, my heart overflows,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The longer I serve Him, the sweeter He grows&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-6319999772415627529?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/6319999772415627529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=6319999772415627529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/6319999772415627529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/6319999772415627529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2006/10/sweeter-with-time.html' title='Sweeter With Time'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-4088963116060880322</id><published>2006-10-26T22:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T23:25:24.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>California Dreamin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7478/2067/1600/Orange%20County%20Cali%20059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7478/2067/400/Orange%20County%20Cali%20059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My first trip to California was all it should have been only it was far to short. There were so many things I would have liked to do but just did not have enough time. I was on the go from the time I got there until the moment I left, it was well worth it but my next trip to california will involve much time on the beach relaxing and reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The flight on the way there was 3 1/2 hours long and I spent the time consumed in conversation with my neighbor Jeff, who plays in a rock and roll band; they will be releasing a huge album early next year. We had great conversation about life, music, relationships and Jesus. As I exited the plane I knew I was used in a mighty way to share to power of God in way that I've never done before with a stranger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let alone, a stranger who does not intimately know Christ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I pray he soon does! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-4088963116060880322?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/4088963116060880322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=4088963116060880322' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/4088963116060880322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/4088963116060880322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2006/10/california-dreamin.html' title='California Dreamin&apos;'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-116054175623324180</id><published>2006-10-10T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T20:35:49.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Final Week Of 2006 Astros Baseball.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/1600/bullpen%20walking%20off%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/200/bullpen%20walking%20off%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so sad to watch the Astros lose their last game of the 2006 season that dreadful Sunday. I am over it now. Yes, I know it was weeks ago but I was actually over it a week ago but did not have time to write about it until now. This year's heartbreak was shorter than my heartbreak of two years ago so I'm making progress! I went to two games the final week of home games and I have some great pictures to commemorate the good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Frank, the crazy fan who is way louder than &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me on any given day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/200/frank%20and%20me%20%282%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Art Howe and Greg Lucas. They were so nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/200/me%20and%20art.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Luke smiling after Frank yelled at him so I could take a picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was so embarrassing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/1600/mike%20lamb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/1600/aubrey.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/200/luke%20smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/1600/mike%20lamb.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/1600/aubrey.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-116054175623324180?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/116054175623324180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=116054175623324180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/116054175623324180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/116054175623324180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-final-week-of-2006-astros-baseball.html' title='My Final Week Of 2006 Astros Baseball.'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-115993386196766882</id><published>2006-10-03T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:07:33.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Restoration</title><content type='html'>This week has been the longest two days I've spent in the office in quite some time. It all began Monday mid-morning and carried into all day Tuesday. Seriously, all day Tuesday. If it could happen it happened in two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opposition from the enemy was so strong that my distress was highly visible throughout the day. The huge difference in my countenance was such that a friend of mine who had dropped by my work for a quick visit stopped short as she walked through the door to my office. My staff did not know what to do as they are accustomed to me laughing and singing all day long. I made it through the day only by God's grace. Several times throughout the stressful mini-dramas I managed to beg God for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the day I was emotionally and mentally drained and in need of my bed and pillows for about 10 hours. But, I wanted to go to bible study and with only God's power did I manage to drive to the church. I made my way inside, nestled myself in the seat and waited. I began to pray that God would restore my soul and during worship I found myself saying over and over again psalm 23. God fully restored me! It was magnificent! When it was time to leave I was full of energy and felt as if I had just slept eight solid hours. The Lord brought me to a new level of understanding of his greatness. I have known restoration for years but tonight I finally &lt;em&gt;got&lt;/em&gt; restoration. Knowing what I know now I'm so thankful for the rough times I experienced this week. Glory to God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not be in want.&lt;br /&gt;He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters,&lt;br /&gt;he restores my soul. He guides me in paths of righteousness for his name's sake.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.&lt;br /&gt;Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-115993386196766882?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/115993386196766882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=115993386196766882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/115993386196766882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/115993386196766882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2006/10/restoration.html' title='Restoration'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-115864038825960038</id><published>2006-09-18T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:07:33.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up Fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/1600/emmy,%20dani,%20me%20(3).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/400/emmy%2C%20dani%2C%20me%20%283%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Emily (left) and Danielle (right). I've known them since before Danielle was three years old. I can not believe how the time has gone by and they are now teenagers. Danielle turned 18 in August and Emmy is 13. It's amazing to see the work God is doing in their young lives as I watch them mature in age and in Christ. I have prayed for them often over the years and I am seeing the fruit of my prayers! Thank you Lord for hearing the prayers of your children and for moving in the lives of those we intercede for in prayer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-115864038825960038?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/115864038825960038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=115864038825960038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/115864038825960038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/115864038825960038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2006/09/growing-up-fast.html' title='Growing Up Fast'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-115768457450203972</id><published>2006-09-07T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:07:33.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not So Sweet</title><content type='html'>Today a huge cookie bouquet was delivered to my office with my name on it! I was stunned and thought for sure it was a mistake. As I read the card I was confused by the message and knew that it could not be for me but it had my full name on it. I could not accept such a sweet gift without knowing who it was from so I started making some calls. After several phone calls I gave up, for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what seemed like hours I decided to call the company who made the bouquet thinking that they could give me a name and I was right! It was an exciting moment as the fruit of my investigative efforts came forth. However, it still did not make sense, as to why this person would be sending me a large, colorful, fun cookie bouquet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally gave up and accepted this sweet gift. I carried it into the front office and opened it up. The smell of freshly baked cookies escaped and infiltrated the room. I decided on an orange flower with purple and yellow polka dots. I sat down to visit with some co-workers and enjoy the delectable cookie. After a few bites of what was the best cookie I have ever tasted I saw the delivery receipt on a nearby desk. I picked it up and saw my name on it but with an address other than mine. Suddenly the cookie had lost its sweetness and I felt nauseated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Administrative Assistant in the corporate office thought that I was at the location that the cookie bouquet was going and she had the correct address but the wrong Manager. When the delivery arrived at the address the staff at that property saw my name on it and thought it was supposed to go to me and asked them to delivery it to my to my address but it really did not go to me. Go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-115768457450203972?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/115768457450203972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=115768457450203972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/115768457450203972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/115768457450203972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2006/09/not-so-sweet.html' title='Not So Sweet'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-115708075103411229</id><published>2006-08-31T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:07:33.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Of My Favorite Things About Justin Fountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/1600/justin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/200/justin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is a worthy spades opponent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is an awesome spades partner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His dry wit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He posts comments on my blog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He enjoys old movies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is talkative&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He knows he’s one of my favorites&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He posts “well hello-o” to the hot stranger who posted on his blog …. Seriously Justin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is rooming with &lt;a href="http://toddatello.blogspot.com/"&gt;Todd Richards&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He likes my cooking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-115708075103411229?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/115708075103411229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=115708075103411229' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/115708075103411229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/115708075103411229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2006/08/ten-of-my-favorite-things-about-justin.html' title='Ten Of My Favorite Things About Justin Fountain'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-115647571344378448</id><published>2006-08-24T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:07:33.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Of My Favorite Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Borghese Fango mud mask&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Warm Vanilla Sugar body lotion&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Long, hot bubble baths&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Very cold orange juice without ice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Flowers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hot popcorn with M &amp;amp; M's on top&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Low humidity&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rainy days in bed with a great book&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bountiful trees&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just left the salon hair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-115647571344378448?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/115647571344378448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=115647571344378448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/115647571344378448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/115647571344378448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2006/08/ten-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='Ten Of My Favorite Things'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-115592311109874212</id><published>2006-08-18T12:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:07:33.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Maggie Sleeps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/1600/1164131902_ORIG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/320/1164131902_ORIG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-115592311109874212?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/115592311109874212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=115592311109874212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/115592311109874212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/115592311109874212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2006/08/princess-maggie-sleeps.html' title='Princess Maggie Sleeps'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-115587135216102243</id><published>2006-08-17T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:07:33.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Player Of The Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/1600/luke%20giving%20glory.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/320/luke%20giving%20glory.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tonight's baseball game was great. We won! Luke Scott was named player of the game. Yeah Luke! He is one of the many Godly men we have in the Astros ball club. It is such a thrill to me that the Astros have many men of God on their team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I watched the after game interview and had to smile when he gave glory to God for his swell playing. The interviewer asked him if he was superstitous and Luke just smiled and said "I am not superstitous, I count every day as a blessing" He also added that God has given him a tremendous gift and he wants to use it for his glory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-115587135216102243?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/115587135216102243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=115587135216102243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/115587135216102243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/115587135216102243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2006/08/player-of-game.html' title='Player Of The Game'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-115587068712131976</id><published>2006-08-17T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:07:32.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lidge Happens</title><content type='html'>I heard this week that there is a bumper sticker that reads &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lidge Happens&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Which was tremendously funny to me and yet sad at the same time. Yes, it is true that he has officially been removed as closer and although it is disappointing it was very necessary. Can we recover the 5 losses we've had at the arm of Lidge? Will we win the wild card again this year? I sure hope we do! As of tonight, we are only 4 games behind ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-115587068712131976?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/115587068712131976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=115587068712131976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/115587068712131976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/115587068712131976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2006/08/lidge-happens.html' title='Lidge Happens'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-115576691759705454</id><published>2006-08-16T17:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:07:32.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Of Praise</title><content type='html'>I recently changed job locations and have re-discovered a treasure I had forgotten about. It's Musicmatch Jukebox. I greatly enjoy it for several reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-No commercials only brief announcements for Musicmatch that occur every 5-10 songs.&lt;br /&gt;2-They have no partiality on which Christian artists to play or how often!&lt;br /&gt;3-It is a jukebox, I choose the genre!&lt;br /&gt;4-No DJ's.&lt;br /&gt;5-I can listen to it all day and not hear the same song twice.&lt;br /&gt;6-If I don't care for a song I can skip it and go to the next one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been at this location for several weeks but not until today had I an opportunity to clean up the computer and organize files. It was a very pleasant surprise to find Musicmatch Jukebox and so I immediately began listening. It was so refreshing as I heard music from artists that I've not heard in years. Songs that were instrumental to my spiritual development early in my walk with the Lord. PFR, Margaret Becker and Wayne Watson to name a few. A Wayne Watson concert was the first Christian concert I attended as a new believer and he was the first Christian artist I owned on CD. I had a great moment with the Lord as I sang along with &lt;em&gt;When God's people pray.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What thrills me about old Christian tunes is that I'm reminded of how far I've come with the Lord. I'm reminded of where I began my journey with the Lord and how God has proved himself faithful time and time again. I am so thankful for the times that were so difficult I did not know how I would continue and yet they have yielded fruit in abundance. Glory to God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-115576691759705454?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/115576691759705454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=115576691759705454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/115576691759705454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/115576691759705454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2006/08/music-of-praise.html' title='Music Of Praise'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-115549564090288698</id><published>2006-08-13T13:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:07:32.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/1600/me%20and%20emma.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/320/me%20and%20emma.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lunch a few weeks ago with some good, long term friends that I've not seen daily/weekly like I used to and it was water to my soul. Years long intimate friendships are precious and it's so refreshing when people know your "history" as you've walked through valleys and mountains with them. I had forgotten how well Jeff, Krissy and Claudia know me and had to laugh when I was not hiding much of what I thought I was concealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of Me with Krissy, Claudia and &lt;a href="http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2005/10/old-meeting-new.html"&gt;sweet Emma&lt;/a&gt;. Who just adores me I might add! Poor picture quality is compliments of Sprint PCS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-115549564090288698?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/115549564090288698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=115549564090288698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/115549564090288698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/115549564090288698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2006/08/good-friends.html' title='Good Friends!'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-115526747566889768</id><published>2006-08-10T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:07:32.302-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh For The Love Of Baseball</title><content type='html'>I went to an Astros game tonight. It was a great night for baseball. There was a lot of energy as members of my church gathered to watch America's favorite past time and to see our pastor Gregg Matte throw the first pitch. It was really very exciting, Roger Clemens was pitching and we are on a winning spree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stood with some friends as they waited in line for dinner I noticed Matthew McConaughey walking behind me. It was rather bizarre to me because this week I had been discussing him with a co-worker, discussed him with my friend &lt;a href="http://http://davidhilburnblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;David Hilburn&lt;/a&gt; and read about him on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was stealth in his attempt to cut in line but it did not go unnoticed by me as I don't miss much of what is going on around me. I spoke to him with disdain as if he were an ordinary fan of baseball coming to watch the best baseball club. Yes, I know this is not factual but to me they are the best. I actually said to Matthew "who do you think you are cutting in line". It was a great moment as I watched a look of shock cross his face, I'm sure he is accustomed to women swooning over him. As I stood one foot away from him I could not help but notice how unattractive he appeared to me. I'm not one to get swept up with hollywood stars and such. In fact, I could not name one that I would just love to get to know. Now when it comes to baseball players it is a different story but we don't need to discuss that at this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made several conspicuous attempts to get a picture of Matthew with my camera phone and had to give up with a profile shot. It was a fun moment as I conversed with Matthew and his friend who at the time I did not realize was Lance Armstrong. Yes, I said Lance Armstrong. I actually asked him if he thought Matthew would mind if I took his picture. I'm sure he was thinking to himself &lt;em&gt;what about me lady! &lt;/em&gt;I actually had to look him up on the internet when I got home to confirm that it was him as I really have not paid close enough attention to recognize him. Of course, he was a bit over shadowed by Matthew McConaughey who I will just say is really not all that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, back to my baseball players. Tonight was the fourth baseball game in a row that I have been to in the last 2 months where a couple gets engaged on the big screen. At first this was freaking me out but tonight I decided that it is a sign ... I'm going to marry an Astros baseball player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay to laugh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-115526747566889768?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/115526747566889768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=115526747566889768' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/115526747566889768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/115526747566889768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-for-love-of-baseball.html' title='Oh For The Love Of Baseball'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-115190488706849790</id><published>2006-07-03T00:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:07:32.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>True Beauty</title><content type='html'>I was reminded today of my beauty by the one who makes me beautiful. Recently, I've been so focused on my external beauty that I neglected my inner beauty. Beauty such as a quiet, gentle spirit. As I was driving to church tonight I looked in the rear view mirror and realized that I had forgotten to put on earrings and I actually felt upset. No sooner had my despair set in that God reminded me that I've been neglecting the most important part of who I am, Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as braided hair, gold jewelry and fine clothes. Instead it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God's sight. 1 Peter 3:3-4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-115190488706849790?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/115190488706849790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=115190488706849790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/115190488706849790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/115190488706849790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2006/07/true-beauty.html' title='True Beauty'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-115100724535387056</id><published>2006-06-22T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:07:32.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuba Roomie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/1600/me%20and%20jen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/200/me%20and%20jen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen Cates was my roommate in Cuba. She is a neat girl and had been on the rookie trip to Cuba so I was able to ask her many questions about what to expect. Of course, most of the answers were "I don't know" but it was still an advantage!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-115100724535387056?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/115100724535387056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=115100724535387056' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/115100724535387056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/115100724535387056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2006/06/cuba-roomie.html' title='Cuba Roomie'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-115032511444468663</id><published>2006-06-14T17:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:07:32.112-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuba Day One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/1600/elmer%20day%20one.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/200/elmer%20day%20one.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so very much to say about what God did while I was in Cuba. I am still processing some of the deeper things and others were just moments in God's great plan that bless your socks off and make you long for more of God and His goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first full day in Cuba was Sunday and we went to church. Morning church I might add and I attend Ascend (night church in case you are unfamiliar) so it was hard to wake up and be dressed for morning church. Night church is so awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church was modest and without air conditioning and yet beautiful. The sermon was in Spanish and translated by Elmer into English. This was a pleasant surprise! I was overwhelmed to the point of tears by God's presence as Elmer began to lead us in worship on a piano that was badly out of tune. I am musically inclined so when the out of tune music began and praise to our great God came forth I wept at how earnestly the members of the small church sang praises to God Almighty despite the out of tune piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/1600/day%20one.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/200/day%20one.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a few weeks have passed and I am able to sit back and reflect, I long to be that content and full of praise with where God has me in this journey of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Ruth and her mother at this church and just fell in love with this little cutie. The picture above is of Elmer and his wife Keala who will be having their first baby in September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing to the LORD with thanksgiving; make music to our God on the &lt;em&gt;old out of tune piano...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/1600/day%20one.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-115032511444468663?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/115032511444468663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=115032511444468663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/115032511444468663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/115032511444468663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2006/06/cuba-day-one.html' title='Cuba Day One'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-115015207786718130</id><published>2006-06-12T17:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:07:32.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So, my Sister got married....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/1600/Carrie"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/200/Carrie%27s%20Wedding%20038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sister Carrie and her husband Tyler. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(The really good pictures will come later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/1600/Silly%20moment%20#4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/200/Silly%20moment%20%234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/1600/Silly%20moment%20#3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/200/Silly%20moment%20%233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/1600/Silly%20moment%20%20#1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/200/Silly%20moment%20%20%231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/1600/Silly%20moment%20#2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/200/Silly%20moment%20%232.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;These are just some silly photos of me while&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm waiting with the ladies for the ceremony to begin. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/1600/Carrie"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/200/Carrie%27s%20Wedding%20048.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My Mother, Dawn and I in a limo going to the chapel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/1600/Carrie"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/200/Carrie%27s%20Wedding%20027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Dad "preaching " from the pulpit on the power of God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/1600/Silly%20moment%20#2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/1600/Silly%20moment%20%20#1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-115015207786718130?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/115015207786718130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=115015207786718130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/115015207786718130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/115015207786718130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-my-sister-got-married.html' title='So, my Sister got married....'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-114815681119095875</id><published>2006-05-20T15:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:07:31.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantastic Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/1600/christy.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="130" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/200/christy.2.jpg" width="171" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very sad about Watermark ending this season of their life. I had no idea that I would feel this way. When I first heard about the Farewell Tour I was a little bummed but not heartbroken. I thoroughly enjoy their music so I purchased a group of tickets and gathered some friends to bid farewell to Watermark. The concert was last night and it was &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/1600/nathan.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="133" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/200/nathan.0.jpg" width="178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;absolutely spectacular. For me, what made it so spectacular was that God was there. He met me there and loved me right where I was in the moment. Praise Him! I was extremely blessed to get front row seats. I had no idea what God had planned for me by sitting so close to the stage, I was just pumped because I knew I would be able to actually see the eyes and the facial expressions of Nathan and Christy Nockels. Glory to God! I learned great things about myself, my desires and God! Toward the end of the show while we were singing Enough the Lord began speaking to me about an area of my life that needed his touch. It was one of those moments where I had no idea what he was going to say and I have to say that I felt a bit of fear because I knew that when God speaks to me in moments such as this it usually requires an action on my part. Something that is usually a struggle with to comply. But God is just so good. He just reminded of chains that have been broken and he showed me there were still a few links connected that needed to be broken but in that moment he completely released me from this area of bondage. Thank you Jesus for loving me so much and for gently guiding me in my pursuit of you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/1600/knnew.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/1600/knnew.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/200/knnew.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All of You is more than enough for all of me For every thirst and every need You satisfy me with Your love And all I have in You is more than enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my supply My breath of life And still more awesome than I know You are my reward Worth living for And still more awesome than I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of You is more than enough for all of me For every thirst and every need You satisfy me with Your love And all I have in You is more than enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my sacrifice Of greatest price And still more awesome than I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my coming King You are everything And still more awesome than I know More than all I want More than&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;an all I need You are more than enough for me More than all I know More than all I can see You are more than enough for me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/1600/watermark.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="141" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/200/watermark.1.jpg" width="190" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/1600/watermark.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-114815681119095875?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/114815681119095875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=114815681119095875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/114815681119095875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/114815681119095875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2006/05/fantastic-freedom.html' title='Fantastic Freedom'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-114814830800555022</id><published>2006-05-20T12:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:07:31.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Once Was Blind But Now I See</title><content type='html'>I went to the mall to run a quick errand yesterday with the intention to go in, get what I needed and leave. There was not going to be any meandering around or window shopping. As if I window shop! The mall was so crowded and the parking lot so full that I thought Christmas had come early this year. After what took much longer than I would have liked, I found a parking spot, rushed into the mall and stopped in the restroom. Upon exiting the restroom in a quick state I found myself abruptly slowed down to a more leisurely pace. Walking in front of me was two elderly ladies. One had sight and the other did not. As I got closer behind I could hear the conversation they were having about the seeing woman's hair (she had just left the hair salon). She said to the blind woman "feel the difference" to which the blind woman extended her hand and felt the new do. Upon touching it she exclaimed "Oh, Carolyn, that looks gorgeous!" Right about that time there was an opening for me to dart past them and move on with my task but I did not forget that moment. In fact, it's been resonating within since it happened. I've been thinking about the body of Christ and how sometimes I am the believer with sight (wisdom, discernment, self-control, etc.) that is leading a brother or sister to a higher level of sight of our Lord Jesus. And sometimes I'm the believer that is blinded by something in the world or Satan's lies and I'm gently led to a greater vision by a brother or sister. I still have not fully processed what God is communicating to me about this encounter but I do know that I have been changed from the inside because of a few seniors out for their weekly hair appointment. I am assuming that they have a weekly hair appointment because my Grandmother, for as long as I can remember, had a standing weekly hair appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blind receive sight, the lame walk, those who have leprosy are cured, the deaf hear, the dead are raised, and the good news is preached. to the poor. Matthew 11:5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-114814830800555022?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/114814830800555022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=114814830800555022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/114814830800555022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/114814830800555022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-once-was-blind-but-now-i-see.html' title='I Once Was Blind But Now I See'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-114775217683010762</id><published>2006-05-15T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:07:31.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We All Scream For Ice Cream!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/1600/icecream2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/200/icecream2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing beats a cool night in May where the wind blows your hair and you actually get a chill. How often does that happen in Houston? I had a treat from Baskin Robbins tonight and I found myself thinking of things that I've not thought about in years. Things like bubble gum ice cream and ice cream cakes. Things I had often as a child but very rarely as an adult. My favorite flavor as a youngster was bubble gum and my favorite flavor as an adult is Mint Chocolate Chip. What are your favorite flavors?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-114775217683010762?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/114775217683010762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=114775217683010762' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/114775217683010762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/114775217683010762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2006/05/we-all-scream-for-ice-cream.html' title='We All Scream For Ice Cream!'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-114735562850260417</id><published>2006-05-11T08:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:07:31.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Eyes</title><content type='html'>I went to visit the eye doctor yesterday. I was out of contacts and it was beyond necessary. My appointment was at 9 a.m. and I am always on time to any doctor's appointment I have scheduled. In fact, I'm usually early hoping that I will be seen by the doctor sooner than my appointed time. At 8:50 I was still on 610 near the Galleria and I became anxious...&lt;em&gt;What if I'm so late that they give my appointment away to someone else and I'm forced to wait for the next appointment.&lt;/em&gt; The good news is that traffic began to move and I got there just before 9 a.m. I had forgotten any reading material and left my phone in the car so I had nothing to read and no games to play. The magazines in the doctor's office are just never of any interest to me. I am telling you the truth that the magazines I had to choose from were either BABY, Sports Illustrated or BABY or Sports Illustrated. I WAS BORED. As I sat there with nothing to occupy my mind I remembered an episode of Seinfeld where &lt;a href="http://http://www.seinfeldscripts.com/TheCadillac2.html"&gt;Kramer was tired of waiting on the cable company and decided to make them wait instead of the them making him wait. &lt;/a&gt;Silly comparison, I know but it made for a great Seinfeld moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My least favorite part of the exam is when you look through the big, black machine that they flip back and forth between horribly blurred lines of letters and you are asked "which one is better?" I mean seriously, they are all bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was waiting for my eyes to dilate I began to think about my ability to read and I was very burdened for illiterate people. I began to thank God for my ability to read and to pray for those that were not given the opportunity to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to honestly say that before yesterday, I never thanked God for the ability to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eye is the lamp of the body. If your eyes are good, your whole body will be full of light.&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 6:22&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-114735562850260417?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/114735562850260417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=114735562850260417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/114735562850260417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/114735562850260417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-eyes.html' title='My Eyes'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-114735426394937153</id><published>2006-05-11T08:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:07:31.751-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Was Robbed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/1600/chris3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/320/chris3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart broke last night when I heard that &lt;a href="http://http://www.americanidol.com/contestants/chris_daughtry/"&gt;Chris Daughtry &lt;/a&gt;was being sent home. This morning I saw the footage from last night's &lt;a href="http://americanidol.com"&gt;American Idol&lt;/a&gt; on Good Morning America and the shock on his face broke my heart again. Diane Sawyer consoles herself with the fact that he will most likely get a record deal anyway. He is also obligated to the American Idol tour which begins in the summer. I wonder if they are coming to Houston! Paula (a few crayons short of a full box) wept. Simon said that Kathryn should have gone home. I agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried for over an hour on Tuesday night to phone in my vote for Chris but each time I was met with a busy signal. My votes could have made the difference!! I was robbed!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-114735426394937153?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/114735426394937153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=114735426394937153' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/114735426394937153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/114735426394937153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-was-robbed.html' title='I Was Robbed!'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-114660848691686877</id><published>2006-05-02T17:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:07:31.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slime In The Ice Machine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/1600/marvin%202.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/200/marvin%202.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today at lunch Marvin Zindler was sitting at the table across from mine. It was rather bizarre to see him in real life...he sorta looked like a wax figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I have no shame and I have to know if he goes there often etc. I mean if Marvin is eating there it has to be clean right! Here he is with one of the wait staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/1600/marvin%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/200/marvin%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's hard to tell but that's Marvin in the brown suit with pimp daddy shoes getting his wallet out of his back pocket. I usually don't notice these things but he had a wad of cash. I mean a wad. All $50...I was that close!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my camera phone. I have been able to capture many great moments in my daily life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Marvin Zindler Eyewitness News"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/1600/marvin%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-114660848691686877?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/114660848691686877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=114660848691686877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/114660848691686877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/114660848691686877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2006/05/slime-in-ice-machine.html' title='Slime In The Ice Machine'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-114654187613351208</id><published>2006-05-01T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:07:31.607-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/1600/emma.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/200/emma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Emma at 7 months, I &lt;a href="http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2005/10/old-meeting-new.html"&gt;wrote about her&lt;/a&gt; the day she was born .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just tell you that God has really worked in my heart the last 7 months. So much that I just have to shout "Glory" because of his magnificent presence in my life. The past few days I've been thinking about the times in my life where God has shut a door. Things that were heartbreaking and confusing at the moment but as time has past I've seen how God was protecting me. That my friend is something to shout about!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-114654187613351208?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/114654187613351208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=114654187613351208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/114654187613351208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/114654187613351208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2006/05/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-114653882391622995</id><published>2006-05-01T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:07:31.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Clucks and Thighs or Is It Fries?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/1600/tordd.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/320/tordd.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the Cuba meeting tonight we went to dinner at Red Robin. Let me just tell you that Todd Richards is one of my favorite people. I met him last year on the Summit Guatemala mission trip and it is always a joy to see him. If you don't know him I suggest you make an extra effort to get to know him! What a privilege it will be to serve along side him again in Cuba. I'm sure that we will have many good times and much to laugh about in the year to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-114653882391622995?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/114653882391622995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=114653882391622995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/114653882391622995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/114653882391622995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2006/05/clucks-and-thighs-or-is-it-fries.html' title='Clucks and Thighs or Is It Fries?'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-114623442081114249</id><published>2006-04-28T09:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:07:31.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Much!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/1600/mags.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="147" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/200/mags.jpg" width="123" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last night I was taking Maggie (she is so cute) for a walk and I saw this car and I said aloud "oh my!" To me this is just overkill and would scare most folks you are trying to witness to about the love of God in &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/1600/whole%20car.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="161" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/200/whole%20car.1.jpg" width="144" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christ Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 8 different types of "add ons!" I've had a car since I was 17 years old and not once,&lt;br /&gt;not ever have I ever put any type of sticker/advertisement on my vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is until I had to proudly post my W sticker for his re-election! But I have gotten a new car since then so my vehicle is currently sticker free. (This is not an invitation to somehow sticker my truck.) &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/1600/back%20window.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/320/back%20window.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-114623442081114249?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/114623442081114249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=114623442081114249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/114623442081114249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/114623442081114249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2006/04/little-much.html' title='A Little Much!'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-114601988330333099</id><published>2006-04-25T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:07:31.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got Chills...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/1600/elliott.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/200/elliott.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tonight Elliott Yamin gave me chills with his performance on American Idol. I don't even know the song he chose but that does not matter because I want to know it now! I especially loved Simon's comment "a vocal masterpiece". Seriously though, Paula Abdul is an absolute fruit loop. She wept. I have no problem admitting I got chills but come on, weeping. Really! Maybe she has some history related to the s&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/1600/chris%20d.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/200/chris%20d.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still believe Chris Daughtry is going to win it. I was not a fan of the song he sang-Have You Ever Really Loved A Woman-but I am now! He gave a spendid performance! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/1600/0223kelliepickler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/200/0223kelliepickler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless her heart! She's going home this week. I despise the song she sang-Unchained Melody. Gag!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-114601988330333099?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/114601988330333099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=114601988330333099' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/114601988330333099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/114601988330333099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-got-chills.html' title='I Got Chills...'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-114573892479120189</id><published>2006-04-22T15:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:07:31.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In This World But Not Of This World</title><content type='html'>Last night a group from church enjoyed a night of karaoke. It was a night filled with laughter, cajoling and an unexpected and unwanted tumble to the ground! We had reserved a private room and had the stage to ourselves. It was fantastic! What was so refreshing about the night was that the body of Christ had gathered in a very wordly atmosphere and was a little bit of salt and light to the dark world. I had to go in and out of the room several times throughout the evening and I felt in my spirit the strong, distinct difference of the presence of the Lord each time I entered back into our room. I know by faith that the folks we encountered throughout the evening got a taste of our great God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not of this World Words and music by Bob Hartman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on 2 Peter 2:11, John 15:18-19, John 16:33, Matthew 16:18, John 14:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are pilgrims in a strange land We are so far from our homeland With each passing day it seems so clear This world will never want us here We're not welcome in this world of wrong We are foreigners who don't belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus) We are strangers, we are aliens We are not of this world We are envoys, we must tarry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this message we must carry There's so much to do before we leave With so many more who may believe Our mission here can never fail And the gates of hell will not prevail Jesus told us men would hate us But we must be of good cheer He has overcome this world of darkness And soon we will depart from here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-114573892479120189?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/114573892479120189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=114573892479120189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/114573892479120189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/114573892479120189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2006/04/in-this-world-but-not-of-this-world.html' title='In This World But Not Of This World'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-114547817088345246</id><published>2006-04-19T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:07:31.259-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Lemonade</title><content type='html'>I ate lunch at Chick-Fil-A today. I love Chick-Fil-A. I suppose folks would consider it to be a fast food restaurant although I am not one of those folks. Their advertising is simply fantastic and it always makes me smile when I see the giant cows up on the billboards begging me to eat mor chikin. I order one of two things when I enjoy a meal and always couple it with a large diet lemonade. I don't think anyone else in town has a treat such as diet lemonade. After spending quite a bit of time catching up with a co-worker I realized that my favorite treat was all gone and I wanted more. So as we were leaving I wondered if they offered free refills on diet lemonade and so I asked. I was very happy when the lady behind the counter excitedly filled my cup to the top with my beverage of choice. I suppose the excitement I saw in her was really mirroring my excitement because I doubt if she cared whether or not I had more. I have never, not once had poor service at Chick-Fil-A and I love how they respond with "my pleasure" when a customer says thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will do whatever you ask in my name, so that the Son may bring glory to the Father. You may ask me for anything in my name, and I will do it. John 14:13-14&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-114547817088345246?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/114547817088345246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=114547817088345246' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/114547817088345246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/114547817088345246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-love-lemonade.html' title='I Love Lemonade'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-114541575722713328</id><published>2006-04-18T21:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:07:31.202-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My American Idol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/1600/taylor_sings.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/200/taylor_sings.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/1600/chris%20d.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/200/chris%20d.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the start of this season of AI, I picked Chris Daughtry to be the 2006 idol and he proved himself again tonight. Taylor Hicks is another favorite and I would not be surprised if the last two contestants are these men. Although, it would make me sad because I know that only one will be able to win the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katharine McPhee is quite the singer and could certainly win the title but I don't think a 17 year old should win plus she will very easily get a record deal down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if I had to pick who will win 2006 AI, I can't, I just can't but I think it will be Chris although I could be wrong!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-114541575722713328?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/114541575722713328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=114541575722713328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/114541575722713328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/114541575722713328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-american-idol.html' title='My American Idol'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-114502617573481202</id><published>2006-04-14T09:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:07:31.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Right Before My Eyes</title><content type='html'>I went to the Broken for you message at church last night and left forever changed. When it was over I was awe-struck, all I could do was sit and pontificate on the depth of Christs love for me. As the time was nearing for me to descend the mountain and head out into the world I began walking well more like floating to the parking lot. I'm usually one that has my keys in my hand before I even start toward a parking lot but this night I opted to get them out at the car. To my shock, they were not where I had put them as I headed into church. It was one of those moments where I know they are in there I just can't find them. I took everything out of my purse, laid each item on my car to see if the keys had some how gotten stuck inside my wallet or stuck down at the bottom of my purse and I just did not see them. I did this not once but twice, can anyway say denial! I began to track my steps and knew that my keys had to be in one of two locations so I headed back to the bookstore to wait for my hero of the night to arrive with his master key. As I stood staring through the windows of the bookstore at the counter I prayed and I prayed and I prayed for God to show me my keys. Moments later my friend Steven W. Murray (&lt;a href="http://stevenwmurray.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://stevenwmurray.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;) arrived at the bookstore and grasped my keys from the door handle of the bookstore entrance, the keys had been kindly placed there by the bookstore staff as they were closing for the holiday weekend. As the keys fell into my hand I thought how God knows our need before we ask and often the answer to our prayers are right before our eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not be quick with your mouth, do not be hasty in your heart to utter anything before God. God is in heaven and you are on earth, so let your words be few. Ecclesiastes 5:2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-114502617573481202?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/114502617573481202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=114502617573481202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/114502617573481202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/114502617573481202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2006/04/right-before-my-eyes.html' title='Right Before My Eyes'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-114443095764586728</id><published>2006-04-07T12:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:07:31.009-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Constructive Computer Chaos</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 7px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="258" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/320/computer%20guts.jpg" width="337" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/1600/computer%20guts.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/200/computer%20guts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday as I was working on my computer, the screen went haywire and caused complete malfunction to my file. I did everything that I know to do to restore it back to normal working mode but I failed over and over. This was a sign that something was very wrong! After exhausting my knowledge of computer malfunction remedies I called computer support, left a message and was forced to wait until they called me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I waited I began to mill around my office and came across several projects that had been put on the back burner to occupy my time until my computer was healthy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When IT returned my call. I was exceedingly happy because I had completed the smaller things and was ready to tackle my bigger, more important project. Unfortunately, that did not happen. The hard drive was completely ruined! There is a hope of being able to save some of the data but I will have to ship it to Phoenix for IT to attempt the salvage&lt;br /&gt;(I hope it works!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/1600/fedex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/320/fedex.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile back at the ranch, I had to disassemble my computer and extract the precious hard drive which in case you do not know is the heart of any computer. The picture above is the inside of my computer and safely tucked away is the hard drive that holds all my saved documents necessary for business. I wish I could have gotten a picture of myself trying to gingerly access the hard drive without breaking a nail or causing any more damage! A bit of good news is that in my office closet sits a brand new computer with an even bigger monitor waiting to be used!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often, my life is haywire and the problem is my heart. And being the great human that I am, I attempt to correct the chaos myself until I accept I can not and turn it over to God. Sometimes God has me wait it out as I have other areas of my flesh that need the attention of his gentle touch and other times he just quickly changes me. I am a new creation and I don't have to hide in a closet and wait to be used! Praise God he uses me as I am and shows me how he wants me to change and be more like him so I can be used in other ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-114443095764586728?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/114443095764586728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=114443095764586728' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/114443095764586728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/114443095764586728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2006/04/constructive-computer-chaos.html' title='Constructive Computer Chaos'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-114416660873205859</id><published>2006-04-04T10:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:07:30.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseball Season Has Arrived</title><content type='html'>I love it when the seasons change and daylight savings time occurs, even though it takes a week for my body to adjust to the change. In case you did not know I love the Astros and I'm proud to say that I am not a fair weathered fan as I have faithfully cheered them on to what I hoped each year would be our year in the World Series. I left work early to be sure I'm home in time to see the opening pitch of the season opener and some of the pre-game show. As I stood watching the game I cheered and clapped out loud as if I were at the game. I felt so giddy and expectant! I found myself surprised at how baseball could cause this emotion in me and I was thinking about how I've been faithful to "my team" with the ups, downs, disappointments and victories. You know it's just so true with God that when we remain faithful and hold tightly to him through the disappointing times there is a huge victory in the end. Glory to his name!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-114416660873205859?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/114416660873205859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=114416660873205859' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/114416660873205859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/114416660873205859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2006/04/baseball-season-has-arrived.html' title='Baseball Season Has Arrived'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-113760738584444593</id><published>2006-01-18T11:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:07:30.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beauty Of God's Creation</title><content type='html'>I spent the day working in Austin yesterday and it was such a great day, a bit chilly but gorgeous all the same. When I arrived at the location for the day I was taken aback by how it was nestled on a heavily wooded site in the hills of Austin. Grassy hills....Texas Mountains...is what I call them! I walked around to take it all in before I had to get to work and I came upon a sitting area that overlooked the river of water through the hills. I could do nothing but say to God, "thank you for the beauty of your creation" and I took a deep cleansing breath of the cool air. Shortly after my moment with the Lord I sat working surrounded by huge windows which provided a serene and scenic working environment when from nowhere appeared two deer to feed on the grass. It was such a spectacular moment as the Lord whispered to my heart "praise me with a pure heart and just see what I will do!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will praise you, O Lord, with all my heart; I will tell of all your wonders. I will be glad and rejoice in you; I will sing praise to your name O Most High. Psalm 9:1-2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-113760738584444593?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/113760738584444593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=113760738584444593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/113760738584444593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/113760738584444593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2006/01/beauty-of-gods-creation.html' title='The Beauty Of God&apos;s Creation'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-113535086748663174</id><published>2005-12-23T09:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:07:30.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This struck me hilarious!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/1600/Lady%20in%20rollers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/320/Lady%20in%20rollers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the lady in front of me at Starbucks. She was quite the seen as she strutted in with her hot rollers intact for travel. I had no shame as I whipped out my camera phone to capture this for many to see. Everyone inside was staring at her and then me as I clicked the picture. Very shortly after I snapped the photo she turned to look at me and I just smiled. The best part was that she was driving a convertible!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-113535086748663174?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/113535086748663174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=113535086748663174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/113535086748663174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/113535086748663174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-struck-me-hilarious.html' title='This struck me hilarious!'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-113392964923438184</id><published>2005-12-06T21:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:07:30.725-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know where you are?</title><content type='html'>As I was driving along the freeway this past Friday night heading home from work I found myself completely lost. At this time in my life I have a 30-45 minute commute depending on traffic, weather, time of year etc. The week had been an extremely busy one and filled with confusion, doubts and moments of sheer surrender to whatever God is doing in my life.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;As I hit the road to immerse myself in the traffic flow of Houston I found myself lost in thought and not until I saw the blaring lights of the tollroad did I realize that I had been driving for 45 minutes and had no idea where I was. I must say that it was a feeling of dismay, how could I have possibly been driving for this long and have no idea how I get to where I am. I felt as if I were in the twilight zone, activity was all around me and I was frozen. I decided that I would just ask someone in a neighboring toll line where we were. It took a while for me to muster up the courage because I have no doubt that the look on my face was of someone who had been commited and escaped for the first time after years of being institutionalized I rolled down the passenger window and asked a rather rough looking man in an old pick-up truck "I know this is going to sound strange but where are we?" He just looked straight ahead and tried to ignore me but as I'm sure any of you who know me knows that does not work and so I repeated the question "Sir, where are we?" and he looked at me with a glare that would have sent you running to your mother and said "Houston" and he looked again straight ahead. After recovering from what was a very rude encounter I realized that this man either thinks that I'm crazy, I'm trying to pick him up or that I'm about to car jack him and he has no intention of helping me so I just drove on ahead. I saw the toll booth worker standing out at the coin deposit and so I patiently waited my turn. As I waited I looked all around me trying to ascertain where I could possible be in this huge city. Thoughts of unsafe areas and strangers troubled me as I sat baffled in traffic. I'm afraid to say that more often that not I will get lost in thought driving to a routine location and have no memory of the drive. Finally, it was my turn to pay the toll and I asked the man in the orange work vest "where am I" and yet again I got a strange look. Finally, I had to take longer than I would have liked explaining to him my situation and then he laughed and told me that I-10 was just straight ahead a few miles. Now I have lived in Houston my entire life and I know just about every back street to every joint around and I have been down this stretch of toll-road hundreds of times and yet it was completely unfamiliar to me at this moment in time. Is my walk with Christ routine? I'm reminded of the blessings of the valley of life as I finish this blog entry tonight. I don't know about you but many times I'm in such a hurry to move out of the valley, to learn the necessary lessons and get on with the good times that I miss God's glorious presence in the mundane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-113392964923438184?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/113392964923438184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=113392964923438184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/113392964923438184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/113392964923438184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2005/12/do-you-know-where-you-are.html' title='Do you know where you are?'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-113392673086966981</id><published>2005-12-06T21:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:07:30.665-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Examples of Christ?</title><content type='html'>I am in a customer service industry and I meet many people of all walks of life. Last week I meet a young man, who very obviously smoked heavily  and his father who reminded me much of Robin Williams character in Birdcage (very funny movie I might add). After spending about 30 minutes with them and hearing the bitterness, venom and disdain toward the young man's ex-wife and the bigotry toward much of human life was very trying and at times shocking but they were pleasant and easy to work with. After closing the deal and sitting with them a bit longer did they bring up the fact that they plant churches within the Baptist religion. I must say that it was obvious that came out on accident for there was no intent to bring up their faith walk and was so shocked that I nearly broke my jaw as it fell to the floor. I must say that both gentlemen, for only a moment, had a look of-oh no, I have not been on my best behavior- and it was quickly covered by smiles as I told them what church I attend. As I walked back to my office I sat in my chair and thought about the starving people so eager to know Christ and looking for guidance and an example of his love and acceptance and then they meet them. I wondered, do they walk away burned never wanting to enter a "church" again? Does God move in their hearts and grow them despite the mentoring? Oh Lord may I never have such hatred toward another made in your image.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-113392673086966981?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/113392673086966981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=113392673086966981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/113392673086966981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/113392673086966981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2005/12/examples-of-christ.html' title='Examples of Christ?'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-112984441480607947</id><published>2005-10-20T16:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:07:30.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GIDDY UP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/1600/BradAusmus[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/320/BradAusmus%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By far the most hot astro is Brad Ausmus!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-112984441480607947?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/112984441480607947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=112984441480607947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/112984441480607947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/112984441480607947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2005/10/giddy-up.html' title='GIDDY UP'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-112984307861890458</id><published>2005-10-20T16:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:07:30.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile Pretty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/1600/delay_mugshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/320/delay_mugshot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Interesting mug-shot don't you think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-112984307861890458?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/112984307861890458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=112984307861890458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/112984307861890458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/112984307861890458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2005/10/smile-pretty.html' title='Smile Pretty'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-112862584602917342</id><published>2005-10-06T14:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:07:30.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinner Saved by Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/1600/GVB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/320/GVB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love southern gospel and my favorite southern gospel group is Gaither Vocal Band (GVB), straight forward four part harmony. I love it! As I was listening or rather singing my way through traffic the thought occured to me that if one of those voices were missing the song would not be the same, it would be incomplete. I mean without the bass, baritone and first tenor the lead vocal would be alone, unsupported and without the ability to build a chord. I was reminded of how the family of God (another great Gaither song) supports and builds up each other. I've met many christians in my walk with Christ that I will never meet again this side of heaven, members of the GVB for example. I've met christians along my walk that make me shiver because the spirit within me does not agree with theirs. This causes me to pontificate on a whole other subject....are they really christians or maybe they are just carnal christians...another time, another place. As I was singing along I began to think about how we just don't like some christians, their personality does not mesh with ours or maybe something else, something deeper like unforgiveness, bitterness, rumored bad behavior or a poor attitude, which goes back to us-maybe we are the problem, not them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with the words of my favorite song written by Gloria and Bill Gaither, A sinner saved by grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If you could seeWhat I once was If you could go with me Back to where I started fromThen, I know you would see A miracle of Love that put me in it's sweet embrace and made me what I am today just an old sinner Saved by grace Im just a sinner Saved by grace when I stood condemned to death He took my place Now I live and breathe in freedom with each breath of life I take loved and forgiven back with the living I'm just a sinner Saved by grace How could I boast on anything I've ever seen or done, how could I dare to claim as mine the victories GOD has won where would I be had GOD not brought me gently to this place I'm here to say I'm nothing but a sinner Saved by grace I'm just a sinner Saved by grace when I stood condemned to death He took my place Now I grow and breathe in freedom with each breath of life I take I'm loved and forgiven back with the living I'm just a sinner Saved by grace Now I grow and breathe in freedom with each breath of life I take I'm loved and forgiven back with the living I'm just a sinner Saved by grace Saved by grace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-112862584602917342?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/112862584602917342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=112862584602917342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/112862584602917342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/112862584602917342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2005/10/sinner-saved-by-grace.html' title='Sinner Saved by Grace'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-112839304027808012</id><published>2005-10-04T00:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:07:30.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The old meeting the new</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/1600/loriandemma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/320/loriandemma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I met Emma Victoria Taylor tonight. I have known about her for 9 months and have long awaited her arrival. She belongs to my friends Jeff and Krissy and was reminded over the weekend of her impending arrival. As Monday morning rolled around in it's sometimes brutal fashion I spoke to my sweet Krissy on their way to the hospital and I encouraged her that she would be lifted up in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Throughout the day my mind kept remembering the words in Psalm 139--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;book before one of them came to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;-- As I arrived at the hospital to meet the child that has been prayed for since before her conception I had to stop and pray that the Lord would give me fullness of joy and that the painful part of the next few hours would be abated by his grace and mercy. (The painful part is where I sit back and wonder how or when God is going to "deliver the goods" to my door). Words can hardly express what a beautiful time I had, aside from her parents I was the first to hold this precious cargo, God in his most magnificent way reminded me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;his timing is perfect.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I had to smile as tears of jubilant joy streamed down my face as I looked at a "little Krissy". Why is that all babies look the same until you know and love the parents of one of these infants and you can see them in the child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I left two hours later with a feeling of peace, comfort and contentment. Praise God! As I was leaving the family began to arrive and the feeling of a "family reunion" was strong. I visited with Krissy's cousin that I have not seen since the wedding and hugged and kissed the several friends that had arrived to meet Emma. It was the old meeting the new so to speak. I love it when our past that is the old self, the flesh and the lies we have believed is transformed by our newness in Christ. Please read II Corinthians 5. Driving home I listened to the words of Steven Curtiss Chapman "believe the unbelievable, receive the inconceivable and dream beyond our wildest imagination...Lord we come with great expectations".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I leave you with--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;God's timing is perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-112839304027808012?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/112839304027808012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=112839304027808012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/112839304027808012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/112839304027808012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2005/10/old-meeting-new.html' title='The old meeting the new'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-112794647787113544</id><published>2005-09-28T17:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:07:30.127-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the saddle again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/1600/Vermont%201691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/320/Vermont%201691.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently went horseback riding in Vermont and I am forever changed by the experience. I had decided early on in the trip that I was not going to partake in this event or opportunity rather. After much internal battle I resolved to give it another try. Now I realize that horseback riding is really no major thing and why not just hop up into the saddle and giddy-up--right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because I once had a bad experience on a horse I decided long ago that I would not attempt such an adventure and what an adventure it was! I wonder, how often in the attempt to avoid pain we miss an adventure, a blessing. I know I have missed many. Have you? Only because I chose to trust God in a moment when my flesh cried out "NO" was I able to truly enjoy what God had planned for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to the adventure of my next horseback ride. I know it will be spectacular!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-112794647787113544?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/112794647787113544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=112794647787113544' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/112794647787113544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/112794647787113544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2005/09/back-in-saddle-again.html' title='Back in the saddle again'/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16940342.post-112725491420592978</id><published>2005-09-20T17:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:07:29.924-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/1600/Maggie%20in%20yard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3408/1621/320/Maggie%20in%20yard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the introduction to the mind of Maggie's mom. Now I realize that most women my age have babies but I have a dog and she is precious so she is my baby. She is funny and loves to play fetch with a stick! I never knew that a person let alone myself could love an animal so much. God knew what he was doing when he created dogs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16940342-112725491420592978?l=lorillatham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/feeds/112725491420592978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16940342&amp;postID=112725491420592978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/112725491420592978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16940342/posts/default/112725491420592978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorillatham.blogspot.com/2005/09/this-is-introduction-to-mind-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori Latham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03347803576588107953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCenWrepihI/TI9BpGdO6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M4R3hAgEaOc/S220/IMG_5991.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
