<?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-6387961490531868588</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:18:00.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always in Thought</title><subtitle type='html'>I&amp;#39;m Casey! I am a mother of 2 little boys name Caden and Camden. I&amp;#39;m a SAHM that loves to have fun &amp;amp; up for new adventures. Not one things defines me, but my husband and kids have help make me the person I am-passionate,fun, caring person. I am actually pretty creative and like to think out side the box because it makes things unique &amp;amp; special.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09338416837205544878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SlFFkB1YIJI/AAAAAAAAACo/kcmFk8z-VgY/S220/me+and+cam.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387961490531868588.post-2476422988543870121</id><published>2010-07-19T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T21:22:33.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Live it.. Then Say Something.... Moms!</title><content type='html'>read an article the other day a columnist was answering the age-old question, “Why can’t my stay at home mom friend ever call me back or set time aside for me?” I literally read the article with tears in my eyes….dreaming of a time when I was actually able to get a monthly pedicure. Or wash my hair in more than 4 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;The article is from The Washington Post:&lt;br /&gt;TELL ME ABOUT IT ®&lt;br /&gt;By Carolyn Hax&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, May 23, 2007&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn:&lt;br /&gt;Best friend has child. Her: exhausted, busy, no time for self, no time for me, etc. Me (no kids): Wow. Sorry. What'd you do today? Her: Park, play group . . .&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I've done Internet searches, I've talked to parents. I don't get it. What do stay-at-home moms do all day? Please no lists of library, grocery store, dry cleaners . . . I do all those things, too, and I don't do them EVERY DAY. I guess what I'm asking is: What is a typical day and why don't moms have time for a call or e-mail? I work and am away from home nine hours a day (plus a few late work events) and I manage to get it all done. I'm feeling like the kid is an excuse to relax and enjoy -- not a bad thing at all -- but if so, why won't my friend tell me the truth? Is this a peeing contest ("My life is so much harder than yours")? What's the deal? I've got friends with and without kids and all us child-free folks get the same story and have the same questions. Tacoma, Wash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relax and enjoy. You're funny.&lt;br /&gt;Or you're lying about having friends with kids.&lt;br /&gt;Or you're taking them at their word that they actually have kids, because you haven't personally been in the same room with them.&lt;br /&gt;Internet searches?&lt;br /&gt;I keep wavering between giving you a straight answer and giving my forehead some keyboard. To claim you want to understand, while in the same breath implying that the only logical conclusions are that your mom-friends are either lying or competing with you, is disingenuous indeed.&lt;br /&gt;So, since it's validation you seem to want, the real answer is what you get. In list form. When you have young kids, your typical day is: constant attention, from getting them out of bed, fed, clean, dressed; to keeping them out of harm's way; to answering their coos, cries, questions; to having two arms and carrying one kid, one set of car keys, and supplies for even the quickest trips, including the latest-to-be-declared-essential piece of molded plastic gear; to keeping them from unshelving books at the library; to enforcing rest times; to staying one step ahead of them lest they get too hungry, tired or bored, any one of which produces the kind of checkout-line screaming that gets the checkout line shaking its head.&lt;br /&gt;It's needing 45 minutes to do what takes others 15.&lt;br /&gt;It's constant vigilance, constant touch, constant use of your voice, constant relegation of your needs to the second tier.&lt;br /&gt;It's constant scrutiny and second-guessing from family and friends, well-meaning and otherwise. It's resisting constant temptation to seek short-term relief at everyone's long-term expense.&lt;br /&gt;It's doing all this while concurrently teaching virtually everything -- language, manners, safety, resourcefulness, discipline, curiosity, creativity. Empathy. Everything.&lt;br /&gt;It's also a choice, yes. And a joy. But if you spent all day, every day, with this brand of joy, and then, when you got your first 10 minutes to yourself, wanted to be alone with your thoughts instead of calling a good friend, a good friend wouldn't judge you, complain about you to mutual friends, or marvel how much more productively she uses her time. Either make a sincere effort to understand or keep your snit to yourself. http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/05/22/AR2007052201554.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go on this subject for hours. I struggle with this very thing from trying to manage being at home with my kids, manage the family schedule and manage my own sanity as a person. Some people just dont understand why I don’t have time to talk on the phone or answer emails all day, just jump in the car and go places and there are a few more that don’t understand what it’s like to have an ever-changing schedule. It’s frustrating because I am completely type-A  want things in the great order that my family lives by and I am all about organization and structure. In our life I cant just fly by the seat of our pants. I try and explain why I am so busy or why the schedule must change due to my husband’s constantly being away from us for work and I end up stumbling over myself and then I sound guilty or like I a making up stuff. I mean its not easy with a 2 year old that wont sit still. I mean do you really want me there because I wont be able to talk because I will be chasing him down the street or constantly taking him off the top of whatever he is climbing that day. When my husband is home, he wants to hang with the kids usually. I will absolutely make sure that happens because there isnt really that much time they get with him...ha  So enough of the explanations! Any stay at home mom I know knows what it is all about. Its so hard to explain. I started to think about what it is I do all day and I actually got confused sorting it out to be honest. &lt;br /&gt;I think its an honor I get to be at home but I do what I got to do to stay sane but raise my children to be what I know they can be one day &amp; yes I want to work at some point because after all thats what I LOVE to do- goals &amp; obtaining them. I just challenge people to stay at home with their kids for 2 weeks then say something..lol I mean I can see where someone would have questions or concerns but once they are in the middle of it themselves then there would be a greater understanding.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't constantly need someone asking or nitpicking everything I do with my children. All I need is for my friends to know I give everything. Not why do you make him rest or why doesn't he take a nap? Why is he in time out? He can't have that? He plays with why?why are you so strict or let them fight it out? Why do you stop them? Have people forgotten THIS is MY "job" but most importantly this my FAMIlY. I know them the best. There isn't a day that goes by I don't research for advise from Psychologist, DRs, &amp; other moms on how to handle things but every mom is different &amp; if there is want, love, and effort there then I'm doing my job, period the end. If I need your input on what to do or need advise I promise I will ask. And FYI-if you insist on giving it remember the way/or how you say it  MATTERS. &lt;br /&gt;So all in all no, I do not have time to talk on the phone to you like I use to before the boys. And I don’t put my kids to bed at 5:00 so I can have “me” time (yes- someone I know actually does this!). I have no “me” time! Children are in my life- and if I do have time to myself its very late at all night and only get a few hours of sleep. And just so it’s said, it is the greatest job I have ever had and the most fulfilling. I love watching the kids learn and I figure someday, I will have plenty of time to myself  and will be sad about it so I am going to put all of my energy into every question and situation.&lt;br /&gt; For those few who don’t get it- try it or GET OVER IT.... Just being REAL &amp; honest. I know there is a purpose for what God has for me as mom, wife and individual &amp; really thats why I dont feel like I have to explain myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387961490531868588-2476422988543870121?l=sccstewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/feeds/2476422988543870121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387961490531868588&amp;postID=2476422988543870121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/2476422988543870121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/2476422988543870121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/2010/07/live-it-then-say-something-moms.html' title='Live it.. 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Moms!'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09338416837205544878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SlFFkB1YIJI/AAAAAAAAACo/kcmFk8z-VgY/S220/me+and+cam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387961490531868588.post-1366206813725702</id><published>2010-05-12T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T21:05:28.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C&amp;C (DAY 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/S-t6dIfH9oI/AAAAAAAAAFk/7YaoGLmWld8/s1600/BUBBLES.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 184px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/S-t6dIfH9oI/AAAAAAAAAFk/7YaoGLmWld8/s200/BUBBLES.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470600813284423298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/S-t6DNf1SKI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ZhMUUBapWAs/s1600/BIKE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/S-t6DNf1SKI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ZhMUUBapWAs/s320/BIKE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470600367952971938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&amp;C&lt;br /&gt;Caden, &lt;br /&gt; It was the sweetest thing today to hear you ask Grammy and Bump for a new bike so you could go play with your "new friends" outside. You always watch the little boys ride their bikes in the cove &amp; do tricks on their bike ramp almost everyday but now you are getting to be a big boy so you can join in. Thankfully you are the sweetest but genuine little guy that tomorrow you will have a bike sitting at the bottom of the stairs. I think your little sweet voice got to us. I cant wait to see your excitement.&lt;br /&gt;We had a great day today though. We stayed out in the front yard for about 3 hours today doing all kinds of different things. You rode your monster jeep and every other car you have in the garage. You also helped me with yard work since you are such a  You great helper but I think you liked playing in the sprinkler a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cam, &lt;br /&gt;I love seeing you try to be like a big boy ! You really do things that make me so happy. I love watching you discover &amp; understand things every single day. Every week you are learning something new to say to me. &lt;br /&gt;Cam you ran the whole backyard today. You figure out how to blow the bubble gun &amp; fill up the whole backyard with lots of bubbles. That really made you happy that you could do that &amp; we Caden and I had fun chasing them. You love being outside no matter what the weather is for that i love you makes that makes me laugh to see you dont care you just want to have fun out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387961490531868588-1366206813725702?l=sccstewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/feeds/1366206813725702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387961490531868588&amp;postID=1366206813725702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/1366206813725702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/1366206813725702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/2010/05/c-day-2.html' title='C&amp;C (DAY 2)'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09338416837205544878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SlFFkB1YIJI/AAAAAAAAACo/kcmFk8z-VgY/S220/me+and+cam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/S-t6dIfH9oI/AAAAAAAAAFk/7YaoGLmWld8/s72-c/BUBBLES.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387961490531868588.post-1033856407249541090</id><published>2010-05-12T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T20:47:20.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"C&amp;C "                                                                                      Starting Something New</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/S-pe0X8XtdI/AAAAAAAAAFU/D9Obi5Z8Yzo/s1600/kids+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/S-pe0X8XtdI/AAAAAAAAAFU/D9Obi5Z8Yzo/s320/kids+photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470288951268324818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am writing these messages title C&amp;C to you to try and let you now how much I love you so one day when you are older and much wiser than ol' mom and dad &amp; you think we don’t care I want you to read the days when you taught me to love you the most. plus it will be neat to look back on the days that your mom holds so close &amp; will be talking about forever. This is why I care SO much:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                           "C&amp;C"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Caden,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant even begin to tell you how much I love you. You  came into my life December 22, 2005 and changed it forever &amp; I could never thank you enough. Holding you was the most amazing &amp; indescribable feeling.  You have the sweetest soul . Caden you are just a natural at loving, which is something I wish &amp; hope I can be like someday. You teach me so much with your sweet spirit. &lt;br /&gt;Like today ( May12, 2010) you said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mommy I think you are just such a cute girl. You are beautiful to me &amp; I love you marry me” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caden, you made my day so easy by your sweet words. Thank you for being so kind at 4 years old.  You make my stay at home job look so good.&lt;br /&gt; If I didn’t tell you today, I love you soooo much!!!! We has a great time today picking daddy up from the airport from Mexico- You played every type of game you could think of  in your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Cam Cam,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of you- a huge smile comes across my face with maybe even  a little giggle. Your life literally lights up my life. You are full of energy and love for life keeps me going no matter what. Cam you keep us on our toes and makes me never settle. Thank you for being you &amp; being that enthusiastic little 2 yr old. You make daddy being in Mexico not look so bad because you keep me and Caden entertained from your laughter, games, new words  thought up in your head daily,  singing, wonderful dane moves, to your fake tantrums with puffy lips. You always make me say :oh Cam Cam. Like today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mommy, I got to have ‘boom boom’ now go there pweeeez” with those sweet cheeks and lips poked out&lt;br /&gt;So, I say :oh Cam Cam” I will let you listen to music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387961490531868588-1033856407249541090?l=sccstewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/feeds/1033856407249541090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387961490531868588&amp;postID=1033856407249541090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/1033856407249541090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/1033856407249541090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/2010/05/c-starting-something-new.html' title='&quot;C&amp;C &quot;                                                                                      Starting Something New'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09338416837205544878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SlFFkB1YIJI/AAAAAAAAACo/kcmFk8z-VgY/S220/me+and+cam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/S-pe0X8XtdI/AAAAAAAAAFU/D9Obi5Z8Yzo/s72-c/kids+photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387961490531868588.post-2277370130101961536</id><published>2010-05-04T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T19:38:33.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Yourself Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/S-DaIly8pkI/AAAAAAAAAFM/2Tf1cBpBt3Q/s1600/girls+reflection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/S-DaIly8pkI/AAAAAAAAAFM/2Tf1cBpBt3Q/s320/girls+reflection.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467609788747392578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all come to a stage in life where we are so busy tossing &amp; juggling our lives and jobs that we lose ourselves in it for the most part. There are many fathers are so busy looking out for the well-being of the their entire family, fulfilling every need of their wife and kids that one day when they look in the mirror, they don’t recognize themselves. Dealing with many thing at the same time causes you to forget about yourself &amp; what your wants  needs are as man.&lt;br /&gt;Women usually lose their identity and manage their family even though she too works equally hard in her job. But when she gets home, she changes her role instantly from the working woman to a cook, making dinner for the hole family, then  teacher to check on her kids work, then a housekeeper to clean up from the whole day which can be a huge task I am sure. The things are endless and it is really difficult to prioritize because everything seems so important to make your life complete success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that people realize that they have lost themselves when they get older and the children have left for college or they are not home as much. Suddenly there is a void, and they don’t know how to live anymore or dont know how to get outside the box they are use to living in. Loneliness can be dreadful but in that moment its where you can dig deep &amp; find who you really are without limitation &amp; boundaries that surround us as being parents. Self motivation can be tricky but all it needs is determination. To find yourself again, Remembering that age should never a barrier. It becomes one if you make it. Engaging into different things or activities that you had missed out earlier would probably be a good start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer lies inside all of us. It is just that we don’t reflect within &amp; really face the issue instead we brush it under the rug &amp; live the cycle of the thing you call life. Praying &amp; self reflection really helps to bring out and tune with the innermost feelings. In the end, only you can live the life you always wanted, no one can do it for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387961490531868588-2277370130101961536?l=sccstewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/feeds/2277370130101961536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387961490531868588&amp;postID=2277370130101961536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/2277370130101961536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/2277370130101961536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/2010/05/finding-yourself-again.html' title='Finding Yourself Again'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09338416837205544878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SlFFkB1YIJI/AAAAAAAAACo/kcmFk8z-VgY/S220/me+and+cam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/S-DaIly8pkI/AAAAAAAAAFM/2Tf1cBpBt3Q/s72-c/girls+reflection.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387961490531868588.post-4321624878978159661</id><published>2010-01-25T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T12:01:53.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of Wise Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="&lt;a title="View Power of Wise Words on Scribd" href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/25792071/Power-of-Wise-Words" style="margin: 12px auto 6px auto; 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cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 205px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/S1zc9YdvwII/AAAAAAAAAFE/FnDnZk-kUvk/s320/thanks+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430458197799321730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you go to this web site, www.LetsSayThanks.com, you can select a personalized thank you card that will be sent free of charge to a soldier who is currently serving in Iraq. While you canʼt identify a specific person for delivery, a member of the armed services will receive your thank-you card over the holidays. The less-than-3-minutes it takes to complete your thank-you card is sure to bring some measure of reassurance to a soldier who is separated from his/her family during the holiday season. I could not imagine what it would be like to let alone a solider fighting for our freedom but to just be in a family waiting for their loved ones. Its so easy for us to live our everyday lives &amp; not remember what our United State soldiers are doing for us everyday. There will always be war &amp; it will only get worse so lets do our part &amp; GIVE THANKS for their sacrifice!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387961490531868588-8646364382103889329?l=sccstewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/feeds/8646364382103889329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387961490531868588&amp;postID=8646364382103889329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/8646364382103889329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/8646364382103889329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/2010/01/lets-say-thanks.html' title='Lets Say Thanks!'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09338416837205544878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SlFFkB1YIJI/AAAAAAAAACo/kcmFk8z-VgY/S220/me+and+cam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/S1zc9YdvwII/AAAAAAAAAFE/FnDnZk-kUvk/s72-c/thanks+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387961490531868588.post-4059976260393263399</id><published>2010-01-17T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T01:53:53.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 4:00am &amp; I have a sick little 2 yr old!</title><content type='html'>I feel so sad when my little guy is sick. Sitting her just holding him &amp; I feel so helpless. He may be sick &amp; it's really hard to deal with while Steven is out of town but I can be thankful he is not terminally ill.  I can't imagine with mothers go through. Not only would it be hard on a mom but a whole entire family. How to deal with that? I'm sure you eventually you learn how to &amp; figure outt how to cope but just to think about it makes me just that more thankful in the really TIRING, stressful, tough times like these for me. Well hopefully we will find some comfort so we can rest because not only is Camden sick, I am as well. Oh the joys of motherhood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387961490531868588-4059976260393263399?l=sccstewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/feeds/4059976260393263399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387961490531868588&amp;postID=4059976260393263399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/4059976260393263399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/4059976260393263399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-400am-i-have-sick-little-2-yr-old.html' title='It&apos;s 4:00am &amp; I have a sick little 2 yr old!'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09338416837205544878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SlFFkB1YIJI/AAAAAAAAACo/kcmFk8z-VgY/S220/me+and+cam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387961490531868588.post-3308495831871355799</id><published>2009-11-14T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T16:47:07.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Called to be Mothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/Sv9Mr87cDwI/AAAAAAAAAEs/rTYXCjINTwA/s1600-h/supermom+2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/Sv9Mr87cDwI/AAAAAAAAAEs/rTYXCjINTwA/s400/supermom+2.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404122395841400578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From:                                                                               Jerry Maguire (Tom Cruise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I’m out here for you! You don’t&lt;br /&gt;know what it’s like to be me out&lt;br /&gt;here for you. It is an up-at-dawn&lt;br /&gt;pride-swallowing siege that I will&lt;br /&gt;never fully tell you about!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He may have been talking there about the pitfalls of being a sports agent, but I tell you, it hits home – for me, maybe not you – for being a mother ( and wife too in some ways)!&lt;br /&gt;There are days like this where I question what I do and where my Me-hood in Parenthood is under all the pressures,chores,and responsibilities. I think alot of times this runs through people's mind 'You mean that's all you do? That's all?(which is quite funny to me for many reasons)&lt;br /&gt; As a mother, Your life is given to fight for the ones you love and to take ESPECIALLY to take care of people, small ones to begin with, whose wants never seem to ever, ever end. Sometimes when your days seem to be solely taken up with wiping things, dishes and sinks, floors, lysoling (-which is my favorite thing  to do..lol) little runny noses and big, slow tears, and in ALL THIS you wonder about what fulfillment is supposed to mean for you. You wonder about being, besides the perfect wife and mother the hostess with the mostest, creative, intellectually productive, beautiful, and slowly your dreams seem to evaporate. You've been listening to what they're telling us nowadays about how important it is to find yourself, express yourself and assert yourself which is great to do but have to remember what is desired of us. Maybe you're thinking that you're nothing more than somebody's wife and somebody else's mother, and what kind of a life is that and you start doubting not only yourself but everyting in your life? Well, It makes me think of this tribe I read about in the southern Sudan called Nuers where a woman's name is changed not when she becomes a wife, but when she becomes a mother. She is manpuka, mother of puka. Among the Nuers, being someone's mother is what makes a woman's life meaningful. THEN you think about&lt;br /&gt;2,000 years ago there was another young woman of the Jewish tribe of Judah who understood that truth. The world has never forgotten her,MARY the MOTHER of Jesus, because she was willing to be known as simply someone's mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motherhood is a calling. It's a womanly calling. And let's not be cowed by those who extinguish the light and joy of sexuality by trying to persuade us to forget words like manly and womanly. At the beginning of time when God made the first man and the first woman in His image, He put both under the divine command to be fruitful.&lt;br /&gt;The woman's obedience to that command meant self-giving. First, she gave herself to her husband. He initiated. She responded. Then she gave herself for the life of her child. A woman knows in the deepest regions of her being that it's this very self-giving for which she was made, single or married. Her level of maturity is measured by how much she gives to others. If she's married, she gives herself to her husband and she receives. If she's a mother, she loses her life in her child and mysteriously she finds it. A woman knows that no one can really say where the giving ends and the receiving starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no wonder we're confused when urged to look for some better or higher vocation in which to prove our personhood. No wonder we're distressed to be subjected to male standards or told that the notion of femininity and masculinity are obsolete. Old-fashioned notions they are indeed, but they weren't ours to begin wit!!!. They were God's. He planned the whole system, and it's God Himself who calls. He calls some to be single, some married people to be childless, but He calls most women to be M O T H E R S. There are, the Bible tells us, differences of gifts and they're all given according to God's grace. If our calling is to be mothers, let's be mothers with all our hearts-gladly, simply, and humbly, like that little peasant girl Mary, who spoke for all women for all time when she said, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Behold, the handmaid of the Lord. Be it unto me according to Thy word.'"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387961490531868588-3308495831871355799?l=sccstewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/feeds/3308495831871355799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387961490531868588&amp;postID=3308495831871355799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/3308495831871355799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/3308495831871355799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/2009/11/called-to-be-mothers.html' title='Called to be Mothers'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09338416837205544878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SlFFkB1YIJI/AAAAAAAAACo/kcmFk8z-VgY/S220/me+and+cam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/Sv9Mr87cDwI/AAAAAAAAAEs/rTYXCjINTwA/s72-c/supermom+2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387961490531868588.post-1469895545575594140</id><published>2009-11-08T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T00:12:54.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discipline Questionnaire- Dr. Phil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SvZ9dUKiQ9I/AAAAAAAAAEk/SZmULnTaasc/s1600-h/day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SvZ9dUKiQ9I/AAAAAAAAAEk/SZmULnTaasc/s320/day.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401642745660064722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part One&lt;a href="http://www.drphil.com/articles/article/255"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My children can predict the consequences of their actions with a high degree of accuracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My children know they have to perform certain things they don't want to do in order to get access to things they do want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My partner and I present a united front regarding rules and discipline to our children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I adjust my communications to my child to his/her level of understanding, taking his/her age into account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I am friendly and loving with my children yet I have established myself clearly as a respected authority figure in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part Two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I choose rewards and punishments based on what works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I reward my child for good behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I parent without guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am sensitive to not over-scheduling my child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I render discipline without anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scoring: If you answered "false" to any questions in part one or part two, there are things you can do to more effectively discipline your child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advice&lt;br /&gt;# Avoid some common parenting mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;# You may be using forms of discipline that are ineffective at your child's age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;From The Show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Are You Disciplining Your Child the Wrong Way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related Links&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Biggest Mistakes Parents Make&lt;br /&gt;    * Questions to Ask Before Spanking&lt;br /&gt;    * What to Do When You Disagree on Discipline&lt;br /&gt;    * Listening to Your Child's Bad Behavior&lt;br /&gt;    * Five Steps to Disciplining Your Child&lt;br /&gt;    * The Pros and Cons of Spanking&lt;br /&gt;    * Stop Spoiling Your Kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.drphil.com/articles/article/255&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387961490531868588-1469895545575594140?l=sccstewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/feeds/1469895545575594140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387961490531868588&amp;postID=1469895545575594140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/1469895545575594140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/1469895545575594140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/2009/11/discipline-questionnaire-dr-phil.html' title='Discipline Questionnaire- Dr. Phil'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09338416837205544878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SlFFkB1YIJI/AAAAAAAAACo/kcmFk8z-VgY/S220/me+and+cam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SvZ9dUKiQ9I/AAAAAAAAAEk/SZmULnTaasc/s72-c/day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387961490531868588.post-3694218998282421085</id><published>2009-11-07T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T22:32:11.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Mom</title><content type='html'>Just A Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman, renewing her driver's license at the County Clerk 's office,&lt;br /&gt;was asked by the woman recorder to state her occupation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What I mean is, " explained the recorder,&lt;br /&gt;"do you have a job or are you just a ....?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course I have a job," snapped the woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a Mom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We don't list 'Mom' as an occupation,&lt;br /&gt;'housewife' covers it,"&lt;br /&gt;Said the recorder emphatically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself&lt;br /&gt;in the same situation, this time at our own Town Hall.&lt;br /&gt;The Clerk was obviously a career woman, poised,&lt;br /&gt;efficient, and possessed of a high sounding title like,&lt;br /&gt;"Official Interrogator" or "Town Registrar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is your occupation?" she probed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made me say it? I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;The words simply popped out.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a Research Associate in the field of&lt;br /&gt;Child Development and Human Relations."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in midair and&lt;br /&gt;looked up as though she had not heard right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I repeated the title slowly emphasizing the most significant words.&lt;br /&gt;Then I stared with wonder as my pronouncement was written,&lt;br /&gt;in bold, black ink on the official questionnaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Might I ask," said the clerk with new interest,&lt;br /&gt;"just what you do in your field?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice,&lt;br /&gt;I heard myself reply,&lt;br /&gt;"I have a continuing program of research,&lt;br /&gt;(what mother doesn't)&lt;br /&gt;In the laboratory and in the field,&lt;br /&gt;(normally I would have said indoors and out).&lt;br /&gt;I'm working for my Masters, (first the Lord and then the whole family)&lt;br /&gt;and already have four credits (all daughters).&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in the humanities,&lt;br /&gt;(any mother care to disagree?)&lt;br /&gt;and I often work 14 hours a day, (24 is more like it).&lt;br /&gt;But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers&lt;br /&gt;and the rewards are more of a satisfaction rather than just money."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk's voice as she&lt;br /&gt;completed the form, stood up, and personally ushered me to the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new career,&lt;br /&gt;I was greeted by my lab assistants -- ages 13, 7, and 3.&lt;br /&gt;Upstairs I could hear our new experimental model,&lt;br /&gt;(a 6 month old baby) in the child development program,&lt;br /&gt;testing out a new vocal pattern.&lt;br /&gt;I felt I had scored a beat on bureaucracy!&lt;br /&gt;And I had gone on the official records as someone more&lt;br /&gt;distinguished and indispensable to mankind than "just another Mom."&lt;br /&gt;Motherhood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a glorious career!&lt;br /&gt;Especially when there's a title on the door.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387961490531868588-3694218998282421085?l=sccstewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/feeds/3694218998282421085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387961490531868588&amp;postID=3694218998282421085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/3694218998282421085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/3694218998282421085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-mom.html' title='Just A Mom'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09338416837205544878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SlFFkB1YIJI/AAAAAAAAACo/kcmFk8z-VgY/S220/me+and+cam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387961490531868588.post-7396131696476034017</id><published>2009-11-06T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T23:08:24.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YouTube - Beyonce Sweet Dreams Live at MTV Europe Music Awards 2009 Berlin HQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lIJZ304_QRs&amp;amp;sms_ss=blogger"&gt;YouTube - Beyonce Sweet Dreams Live at MTV Europe Music Awards 2009 Berlin HQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387961490531868588-7396131696476034017?l=sccstewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lIJZ304_QRs&amp;sms_ss=blogger' title='YouTube - Beyonce Sweet Dreams Live at MTV Europe Music Awards 2009 Berlin HQ'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/feeds/7396131696476034017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387961490531868588&amp;postID=7396131696476034017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/7396131696476034017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/7396131696476034017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/2009/11/youtube-beyonce-sweet-dreams-live-at.html' title='YouTube - Beyonce Sweet Dreams Live at MTV Europe Music Awards 2009 Berlin HQ'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09338416837205544878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SlFFkB1YIJI/AAAAAAAAACo/kcmFk8z-VgY/S220/me+and+cam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387961490531868588.post-9059255837610059586</id><published>2009-11-06T19:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T19:21:49.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruit Of The Spirit</title><content type='html'>Which fruit do you have?? Read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.allaboutgod.com/fruit-of-the-spirit.htm&gt;Fruit Of The Spirit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted using &lt;a href="http://sharethis.com"&gt;ShareThis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387961490531868588-9059255837610059586?l=sccstewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/feeds/9059255837610059586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387961490531868588&amp;postID=9059255837610059586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/9059255837610059586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/9059255837610059586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/2009/11/fruit-of-spirit.html' title='Fruit Of The Spirit'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09338416837205544878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SlFFkB1YIJI/AAAAAAAAACo/kcmFk8z-VgY/S220/me+and+cam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387961490531868588.post-5742667895046895266</id><published>2009-11-06T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T15:43:47.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The little things are- Amazing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SvS0rF9-PJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/yWmcmaTUEqI/s1600-h/photo-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SvS0rF9-PJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/yWmcmaTUEqI/s320/photo-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401140505553550482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real Quick before I do dinner;&lt;br /&gt;Caden and I spent the day together today doing different things that he enjoyed. I learned a big thing about him today though. I learned something that he listens so deeply &amp; I thought he wasnt and I am not even sure what he really knows in his mind after today. So I guess he is a exactly like Steven  with information and knowledge. You would never know what was in his mind until he was ready or needed to share it. Its amazing to me what he has listen to from me. It makes me in pure excitement to know he really cares what I am saying and listening. It was sharing things with me today that I told him 6 months ago. I love Caden- now I know that he is always listening and its amazing what he stores in his mind.&lt;br /&gt;It was such a nice today to spend it with Caden alone because it means so much to him to give him my time and full attention sometimes. I am very proud and thankful for him. He keeps me going in so many ways. He loves like no other. I have doubts about who cares and loves me I promise I will always know Caden does because that is 1 thing he is very open with is his love. WEll, I guess I learn a few new things today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387961490531868588-5742667895046895266?l=sccstewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/feeds/5742667895046895266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387961490531868588&amp;postID=5742667895046895266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/5742667895046895266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/5742667895046895266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-things-are-amazing.html' title='The little things are- Amazing'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09338416837205544878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SlFFkB1YIJI/AAAAAAAAACo/kcmFk8z-VgY/S220/me+and+cam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SvS0rF9-PJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/yWmcmaTUEqI/s72-c/photo-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387961490531868588.post-6828661393471621766</id><published>2009-11-05T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T23:07:04.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caden figured out the WEBCAM today.. HUUULK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-69e368b9e40f2e13" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D69e368b9e40f2e13%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331121255%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1D102F56F99A79748BACE765D7EDF5C78CEA09E8.3650EFE4664DD1F14FEFEB0CA9A6F87821873F26%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D69e368b9e40f2e13%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5lNHddlwNOzK73qy405aTNa3TEk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D69e368b9e40f2e13%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331121255%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1D102F56F99A79748BACE765D7EDF5C78CEA09E8.3650EFE4664DD1F14FEFEB0CA9A6F87821873F26%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D69e368b9e40f2e13%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5lNHddlwNOzK73qy405aTNa3TEk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387961490531868588-6828661393471621766?l=sccstewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/feeds/6828661393471621766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387961490531868588&amp;postID=6828661393471621766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/6828661393471621766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/6828661393471621766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/2009/11/caden-figured-out-webcam-today-huuulk.html' title='Caden figured out the WEBCAM today.. HUUULK!'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09338416837205544878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SlFFkB1YIJI/AAAAAAAAACo/kcmFk8z-VgY/S220/me+and+cam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387961490531868588.post-3644357119363695266</id><published>2009-11-05T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:52:06.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Families Raising Christian Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SvPHgivx-GI/AAAAAAAAAEM/HoBeoxlyuXw/s1600-h/me+and+caden+in+boat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SvPHgivx-GI/AAAAAAAAAEM/HoBeoxlyuXw/s200/me+and+caden+in+boat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400879740044310626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SvPHXyDTZAI/AAAAAAAAAEE/LCA9RbmA6gs/s1600-h/m+e+and+angry+hulk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 97px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SvPHXyDTZAI/AAAAAAAAAEE/LCA9RbmA6gs/s200/m+e+and+angry+hulk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400879589533901826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raising children to be faithful Christians is the parents' sole responsibility. The church is an instrument used to help you accomplish this very important task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 6:1-3 says, "Children, obey your parents in the Lord, for this is right." "Honor your father and mother"—which is the first commandment with a promise— "that it may go well with you and that you may enjoy long life on the earth." Wow! Does that speak volumes to you? It should. Paul is telling us that if children obey their parents, God will be pleased with them and they will enjoy a long life on earth. Of course, a child will not know this is a promise for them in the Bible, if no one ever tells them where to find it. The verses go on to say in Ephesians 6:4, "Fathers, do not exasperate your children; instead, bring them up in the training and instruction of the Lord." This is telling earthly fathers not to irritate their children, not to cause them to become bitter and angry. But, instead they should train and instruct their children using the Bible as their manual. God has clearly given parents the responsibility to raise their children as faithful Christians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is happening in our society today that causes parents to lay the responsibility of teaching their children about Christ on the church they attend? Of course, the biggest issue is time constraints. Busy work schedules, homework, extracurricular activities, and social events are soaking up all of our time, leaving very little time to teach our kids about Christian values. Another issue is fear. Many parents long to be the ones teaching their children about Christian values, but they feel inadequate to do this. They feel like they do not know enough about the Bible to take on this responsibility. And, a third issue is just plain lack of responsibility. Parents may feel that as long as their children are going to Bible/Sunday School, they are doing their role in teaching their children Christian Values. This is a sad situation for the parent and child relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time Constraints. This situation is easy enough to resolve. If being your child's teacher about Christian values is a priority to you, here are some tips that may make it easier for you and your family to spend some quality Bible time together:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Make reading and discussing the Bible a nighttime routine. Instead of reading storybooks at night, read the Bible for 15 minutes and discuss what you've read for 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;    * Have everyone in your household eat dinner together. A sit-down meal is a great place to do a Bible devotion and have a family discussion. The dinners do not have to be fancy, everyone just needs to be there together!&lt;br /&gt;    * Listen to Christian radio stations in the car. Use the lyrics of the songs to prompt discussion and what the words mean. Most Christian lyrics are heartfelt and have a real meaning to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear. In all honesty, not very many people know the Bible cover-to-cover and what God says for every situation. That is why the Bible is our blueprint or manual. It is meant to be with us always. We refer to it as needed for all of our needs. Tell your children that when they have a question to ask about anything, whether pertaining to Christianity or social situations, to let you know, and you will help them find out what God has to say about it in the Bible. Most Bibles have concordances that will let you know where you can find exact verses for many different situations. You can use the Internet, as well. Bible Gateway is an awesome resource for looking up the Bible online. Remember that God is with you and you are who He commands to teach your children. Your church will jump at the chance to aid you with resources, whereby you can handle the task of teaching your children and gain some wisdom yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lack of Responsibility. This can be a discomforting issue to bring up, but the truth be told, it is a serious misconception or miscommunication that the church is responsible for raising your children with Christian Values. This issue has different facets, the first being the belief that if you go to church every Sunday, you will get to heaven. The only way to heaven is through Jesus. Jesus himself says in John 14:6, "Jesus answered, "I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me." You, nor your children, will see the Kingdom of Heaven without having acknowledged Jesus as your personal Lord and Savior. Just showing up to church every Sunday with your children is not completing the task at hand. Reading the Bible daily and having engaging discussions will show your children that Jesus is important to you, and, thus, should be important to them.&lt;br /&gt;Ads by Google&lt;br /&gt;Preteen Sunday School&lt;br /&gt;Relevant preteen topics keep kids engaged. Try a free sample today!&lt;br /&gt;www.group.com/Grapple&lt;br /&gt;Tyler Tabernacle&lt;br /&gt;The Pentecostals of Tyler Pastor Mike Littlefield&lt;br /&gt;www.tylertabernacle.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason parents lay the task of teaching their children Christian values is that teaching themselves is not a priority in their life, and just assume that someone else do it for them. The church is an instrument used to prepare us to tell others about Christianity. It equips us with the tools we need to carry out the Great Commission (Matthew 28:16-20). It is a wonderful thing when a church provides a Children's Ministry to teach kids about the Great Commission and the values that they should possess to be faithful Christians. Children may not know they are being groomed to spread the Good News otherwise. But, no where in the Bible does it say that the church is necessarily responsible for this teaching. On the other hand, it does clearly state that parents are responsible, as stated above (Ephesians 6:1-4).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sending kids off to school everyday and having teachers in school may lull some parents in the comfort that they do not need to teach their kids about Christian values because they have "teachers" in Bible/Sunday School, as well. Kudos to Bible/Sunday School teachers, who are more than likely volunteers who have a serious commitment to telling children about how Jesus wants them to live. Just remember that nothing can replace the joy a child feels when their parents take time to tell them something as important as being a Christian. It brings families closer and warms God's heart to see this. Some churches do not have children programs or perhaps families only attend a mass or service and do not attend Bible/Sunday School. Who is responsible for teaching children at this point? Think on that. Will it be you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for clarification reasons, the church is an important part of your child's and your Christian walk. Gathering with other Christians provides strength, wisdom, and teachings that we need in order to live a Christian life every day. It is just as important that you, as parents, are teaching your children about a Christian life every day, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387961490531868588-3644357119363695266?l=sccstewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/feeds/3644357119363695266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387961490531868588&amp;postID=3644357119363695266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/3644357119363695266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/3644357119363695266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/2009/11/families-raising-christian-kids.html' title='Families Raising Christian Kids'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09338416837205544878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SlFFkB1YIJI/AAAAAAAAACo/kcmFk8z-VgY/S220/me+and+cam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SvPHgivx-GI/AAAAAAAAAEM/HoBeoxlyuXw/s72-c/me+and+caden+in+boat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387961490531868588.post-5016736699997984256</id><published>2009-11-05T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:48:14.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Languages</title><content type='html'>What are the Five Love Languages?&lt;br /&gt;Affirmation, gifts, acts of service, quality time and physical touch can enhance any relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A discussion of Gary Chapman's The Five Love Languages for Singles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think your primary love language is? Supposedly we each have one distinctive one that we must receive in order to feel truly fulfilled in our relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first love language listed is words of affirmation. The language we hear, be it positive affirming words or negative language and feedback, drastically effects our developing personalities and therefore our behaviors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second love language listed is gifts: "A gift is a tangible object that says, 'I was thinking about you. I wanted you to have this. I love you.' . . . A gift by its very nature is not payment for services rendered. When a dating partner says, 'I will give you . . if you will . .' the partner is not offering a gift, nor is he expressing love. The person is simply striking a deal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third love language the book lists is acts of service. For instance, "I know he loves me because he always checks my car over before I leave on a business trip. He checks the oil, the tires, and makes sure I have windshield washer fluid, etc."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next love language is quality time. This love language is about the experiences we share with our loved ones. How do you spend your time together? Quality time does not involve you in one room surfing the internet while he is in the other room watching ESPN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more: http://dating.suite101.com/article.cfm/what_are_the_five_love_languages_#ixzz0W3kJDNOh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387961490531868588-5016736699997984256?l=sccstewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/feeds/5016736699997984256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387961490531868588&amp;postID=5016736699997984256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/5016736699997984256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/5016736699997984256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-languages.html' title='Love Languages'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09338416837205544878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SlFFkB1YIJI/AAAAAAAAACo/kcmFk8z-VgY/S220/me+and+cam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387961490531868588.post-6556769183403783651</id><published>2009-08-29T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T23:20:51.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/Spjt4wtssNI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4OEd_ZGmQis/s1600-h/me+and+caden+baseball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/Spjt4wtssNI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4OEd_ZGmQis/s400/me+and+caden+baseball.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375307714671718610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What does living with PASSION really mean?? To me, living with passion means expressing all of the positive energy in everything you do. Exploding into something without letting anything stopping you. It means living every moment as important. And most importantly, it means finding joy in your everyday life.&lt;br /&gt;Not too long ago I started pursuing living with passion. I tried to be joyful in everything I did, and I always had energy. When people asked me how I managed, I told them that I put my heart into everything I did. "Everything is worth doing with all the love in your heart," I told them, and I meant it. Even my worst days couldn't drag me down because I put passion into with positive attitude.&lt;br /&gt;Then I hit a rough spot in my life; living passionately faded away as I struggled just to live happily. For a while the passion was gone from me. In its place was boredom and sadness. I finally sought help &amp; really looked into God‘s promise for me and began to look with eyes full of life and vibrancy. I also had the help of my two little boys that live with love every day &amp; not a care in the world &amp; they are what give me the push to live with passion.&lt;br /&gt;So what's my formula to living passionately now….hmmm?&lt;br /&gt;No excuses. If I want to, or need to, do something, all I need to do is go out and do it this was a lesson ingrained in me with tears and a lot of tough times . There are no excuses for not doing something. I must be constantly motivated to live. Although I first grumbled about this policy, it has since allowed me to be enthusiastic about any task or not scared out of taking on new things.&lt;br /&gt;Smiling. Lifting the corners of my lips was not easy at first; now it has become a regular habit. There is a sense of euphoria, a release of chemicals in the brain, when you smile. Smiling, even when things seem tough, brings a sense of calm back to the situation. From that calm, you can reach inside your heart and share your passion again.&lt;br /&gt;Everything to its fullest. This is a short way of the philosophy I had a few years ago, in which I told people to do everything with all the love in your heart. All of us possess passion and love in our hearts. It isn't romantic love; it is an overwhelming love for the EVERYTHING, for life, for existing. By putting that loving energy into everything I do, I find that everything can be done with passion and others can thrive off that passion and find the same joy. I feel like God feels me everyday &amp; has giving me this passion once again.&lt;br /&gt;Finding my spiritual supporter, comforter and Father has given me a reason to live passionately &amp; do things for people to my fullest. Go out confident that life has nothing but love to offer is my greatest suggestion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387961490531868588-6556769183403783651?l=sccstewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/feeds/6556769183403783651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387961490531868588&amp;postID=6556769183403783651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/6556769183403783651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/6556769183403783651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/2009/08/passion.html' title='Passion'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09338416837205544878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SlFFkB1YIJI/AAAAAAAAACo/kcmFk8z-VgY/S220/me+and+cam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/Spjt4wtssNI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4OEd_ZGmQis/s72-c/me+and+caden+baseball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387961490531868588.post-1402553805416473183</id><published>2009-07-07T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T00:41:57.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SlL8NWMNZ7I/AAAAAAAAADs/SU_tA9rd_x8/s1600-h/b%26w+us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SlL8NWMNZ7I/AAAAAAAAADs/SU_tA9rd_x8/s400/b%26w+us.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355620213122230194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is inside you&lt;br /&gt;    All of the potential&lt;br /&gt;    To be whatever you want to be;&lt;br /&gt;    All of the energy&lt;br /&gt;    To do whatever you want to do.&lt;br /&gt;    Imagine yourself as you would like to be,&lt;br /&gt;    Doing what you want to do,&lt;br /&gt;    And each day, take one step&lt;br /&gt;    Towards your dream.&lt;br /&gt;    And though at times it may seem too&lt;br /&gt;    difficult to continue,&lt;br /&gt;    Hold on to your dream.&lt;br /&gt;    One morning you will awake to find&lt;br /&gt;    That you are the person you dreamed of,&lt;br /&gt;    Doing what you wanted to do,&lt;br /&gt;    Simply because you had the courage&lt;br /&gt;    To believe in your potential&lt;br /&gt;    And to hold on to your dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387961490531868588-1402553805416473183?l=sccstewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/feeds/1402553805416473183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387961490531868588&amp;postID=1402553805416473183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/1402553805416473183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/1402553805416473183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/2009/07/there-is-inside-you-all-of-potential-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09338416837205544878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SlFFkB1YIJI/AAAAAAAAACo/kcmFk8z-VgY/S220/me+and+cam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SlL8NWMNZ7I/AAAAAAAAADs/SU_tA9rd_x8/s72-c/b%26w+us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387961490531868588.post-7969361457389912869</id><published>2009-07-05T16:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T16:32:40.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“Here I go again on my own”</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Times New Roman; font-size:12pt'&gt;So you know t that AT&amp;amp;T wireless commercial where the dad is always traveling and he takes along his daughter's stuffed monkey.  You know, the one where he takes pictures of the monkey while traveling and sends them to his wife and daughter?  I have realized that the cute AT&amp;amp;T commercial is actually my reality…. Ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Times New Roman; font-size:12pt'&gt;Steven is an engineer for a new up and coming international oil company that requires him to travel out of the state A LOT and FOR A LONG TIME. So I typically get one of two reactions to our situation –&lt;em&gt;" I could not do that- how are you surviving- man that would make me go crazy"or&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;					&lt;em&gt;You're so lucky! I wish my hubby traveled! Can he work for your husband?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;				&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Times New Roman; font-size:12pt'&gt;Really our situation works for us (or maybe we are just making it work because we have to??).  Our time apart makes our time together even more exciting and I def value him so much more.  I like having alone time &amp;amp; set schedules &amp;amp; routines too.  I like doing things my own way that consist of order I guess and he doesn't so it works out ok in that way.  I have learned to be an independent person and more importantly independent mom. I can say that I am working towards the supermom label.  I can fix things around the house, take care of the yard, minor electrical problems and so on.  If there is a plumbing leak I can usually find a solution to it after researching. If there is a problem, I def don't look at it as an bad thing maybe just a challenge. I can drive his big manly truck with no problem now, and still dress up nicely in ones days work. I can multi-task and take care of myself, my husband, my toddler boys and all the messes &amp;amp; outbreaks they bring along( wow and there is A LOT). I take care of our financial situations like paying all the bills and keeping things updated.  And while I can get overwhelmed at times, I think I really thrive on it &amp;amp; setting those short term goals everyday makes me feel a sense of confidence at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Times New Roman; font-size:12pt'&gt;As we hit this phase in our life, I just wondered " How will my husband's long traveling schedule fit into FAMILY LIFE?  How will I manage doing all of the above when there is 1.5 &amp;amp; 3.5 yr old  attached to my hip and have no family to help?  And more importantly, how will I stop myself from resenting him?  He'll get to leave town, sleep in a quiet hotel in resort areas, eat on his company's money, drink fine wines &amp;amp; have margaritas? He gets to worry about taking care of no one but himself without hearing anyone. While I am having to learn new ways to cope with out a male in their life &amp;amp; mine. Having to hear toddlers all day long for weeks. Having no "adult time" or even "girl time" without my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Times New Roman; font-size:12pt'&gt;After really thinking &amp;amp; dealing with our situation by myself, I have learned to appreciate him &amp;amp; be thankful for what he provides for us. Learned how to stay in touch with myself as individual &amp;amp; to appreciate myself not just as a mom but as a whole.. I have learned to do things that I never thought I would have to do. I have learned to that communication can be a sensative thing &amp;amp; to value &amp;amp; watch what you say and never hold your feelings back. Time away has made me much more creative &amp;amp; to think out of the box. I have learned to never give up &amp;amp; to always try. I have learned that my role as a mom is very much needed. I have learned that I am such a strong person even when I had no idea of my inner strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Times New Roman; font-size:12pt'&gt;As for Steven, I just hope he can redirect his thoughts when he comes home. This time he has been in Mexico really has changed him in such a good way, so I hope he comes with the same attitude and puts that towards his family. I hope he has had some realizations as well.  He has surprised me with his thoughtfulness because being gone so long I think has made him care for us that much more. So maybe time away does help our relationship &amp;amp; family time. I mean it def is so hard after 4 weeks of being away from us because I don't get the opportunity to meet anyone. Its hard to haul 2 toddlers around &amp;amp; then have an adult conversation while my 1.5 yr old is running as far as he can from me and laughing looking back. Maybe something will work out where I can meet with other moms here and that will make my time better without him.. I am a young mom but I love &amp;amp; put all my attention into them, so I hope I can connect with other moms that are similar. All in all, a traveling husband has it downsides but ultimately I think it will bring us together &amp;amp; the boys will live a great life because of the hard work on Steven's part &amp;amp; the time &amp;amp; effort I give. So how can I complain about my situation?!! Instead, I should be grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Times New Roman; font-size:12pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;				&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387961490531868588-7969361457389912869?l=sccstewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/feeds/7969361457389912869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387961490531868588&amp;postID=7969361457389912869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/7969361457389912869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/7969361457389912869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/2009/07/here-i-go-again-on-my-own.html' title='“Here I go again on my own”'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09338416837205544878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SlFFkB1YIJI/AAAAAAAAACo/kcmFk8z-VgY/S220/me+and+cam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387961490531868588.post-1736780355952140057</id><published>2009-07-05T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T19:34:19.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cash for Clunckers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SvTqpG7-qRI/AAAAAAAAAEc/nw_datvHpwk/s1600-h/cash+for+clunckers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SvTqpG7-qRI/AAAAAAAAAEc/nw_datvHpwk/s320/cash+for+clunckers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401199845081786642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387961490531868588-1736780355952140057?l=sccstewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/feeds/1736780355952140057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387961490531868588&amp;postID=1736780355952140057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/1736780355952140057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/1736780355952140057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/2009/07/hard-sometimes.html' title='Cash for Clunckers'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09338416837205544878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SlFFkB1YIJI/AAAAAAAAACo/kcmFk8z-VgY/S220/me+and+cam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SvTqpG7-qRI/AAAAAAAAAEc/nw_datvHpwk/s72-c/cash+for+clunckers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387961490531868588.post-7533013350890345884</id><published>2009-04-24T21:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T22:53:03.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Been A While...</title><content type='html'>Well it has been a while since I last blogged. The reason why is not because I have not had things exciting or dramatic go on maybe because I have been so tired to even think of words to type by the end of the day. With Steven being gone to Mexico, I am usually taking care and consumed by the boys all day. Even though they both are great and have great sleeping schedules, I usually finish up my "must do" list of things for that day or do a lot of research while I catch up on shows. Needless to say Steven just got back into town so here I am blogging.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven is gone a lot for work and I am here to handle our family responsibilities and take care of the boys more importantly. I really have been thinking a lot about just my past in general of living different places and having ups and DOWNS. I just feel like God maybe let us go through things in our life to prepare us for this place in our life. I don't think I would be able to handle Steven being gone from us ALL the time if I was not already use to a life similar to that. At those times I had no idea what I was doing and really questioning "how am I going to do this?" or maybe even "why?" I can see now &amp;amp; understand why God let those hard times come. God really helped me to be a stronger person from it all &amp;amp; learn things I would have never learned if I didn't have to struggle. I would have never have opened my eyes or humbled myself enough I do not think. I truly believe now that God can do so much work in you in your low times and maybe HE is just preparing you for something great too. God can really use your life even if you had no idea as an example. Maybe there are other women out there that could connect to my exact same situation. I can now testify that God is great and has used my hard &amp;amp; unthinkable situations for something beyond what I thought. There is no way I can explain why or why not but ultimately If i know God is in control then I can handle anything.  There are tough times since Steven travels so much but my true test is how I handle it. I feel like where we are right now ( and STEVEN LOVES HIS JOB) is just the beginning and God has so much in store. God has placed on my heart that HE has begun a great work in me and I feel like there will be a special way He will use me. I have no idea what that may be but hopefully I can be patient and just WAIT and TRUST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I do not get blinded by things and let it alter my potential. Thankfully I trust in someone that is so forgiving!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, what I was trying to get to from the beginning is WE ARE MOVING TO THE WOODLANDS  http://www.thewoodlands.com/  Its northern Houston about 20 mins from the Galleria area where we live now. I am so in love with the Galleria but maybe not so much too raise a family without Steven here. The Woodlands seems so perfect. Its known as "the bubble" which means its one of a kind &amp;amp; security. Feeling safe is a top priority because I feel like I can not even live when I am always worried because I am the nurturer and PROTECTOR.We are really excited and I love the house. It was a lot to go through and figure out what &amp;amp; where was the best but I am so happy because its beautiful but its going to feel like home. I am just so excited Caden and Camden will have a backyard to play in finally. I better invest in some sunscreen right now because most of our days will be spent out there or at a park- http://www.thewoodlands.com/parks-pathways-lakes.htm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE move into our house on Thursday. I packed up everything &amp;amp; we are ready to go besides cleaning Caden's beautiful sticker collection &amp;amp; art work on the walls and doors( yeah thats what happens when daddy babysits)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387961490531868588-7533013350890345884?l=sccstewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/feeds/7533013350890345884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387961490531868588&amp;postID=7533013350890345884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/7533013350890345884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/7533013350890345884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-been-while.html' title='Its Been A While...'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09338416837205544878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SlFFkB1YIJI/AAAAAAAAACo/kcmFk8z-VgY/S220/me+and+cam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387961490531868588.post-6696697845785809373</id><published>2009-02-25T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T12:07:28.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fasting &amp; Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; "If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and will heal their land."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo today is Ash Wednesday, the start of Lent, the 40-day period of sacrifice and reflection observed by many Christians (especially, but not exclusively, Catholics) as a way to prepare for the Easter celebration of Jesus' death and resurrection. Traditionally in the Catholic Church, Lent was a time of fasting -- defined as abstaining from meat and limiting oneself to one full meal a day, usually around noon. The Lenten fast is intended to recall Jesus' 40 days of fasting in the desert before he began his public ministry. The tradition of fasting led, in modern times, is "giving something up" for Lent -- if not food, then at least ice cream; if not meat, then at least pepperoni pizza. And the season is not just about sacrifice -- it's also a time of prayer and reflection, of learning. So in addition to "giving something up," people often commit to doing something positive -- to praying every day, or attending Mass/church daily, or treating everyone with kindness and patience.  You know I have never really known too much about lent since I grew up southern baptist.  I have taken on a lot of reading and research &amp;amp; come to realize that lent is a special time to really reflect upon your sinful ways and to rejoice in Gods time in the desert before his ministry.  I have been thinking about what I could give up and there are tons of things that consume me..  So basically I'm trying to not let the things that I " have to have" like the internet, television, and my iphone "take me over" this period of time.  I want to take this serious &amp;amp; try to gain my love again for God. I feel like if I can discipline myself as a christian than God will hear my cries and my prayers.  Im not only doing this for my own self gain but for my kids as well. I always want God to hear me when I call to him about my children.  I have also decided to fast. I have been researching this for years and finally decided to do it. There are many times in the Bible Jesus did it and so did others.  I want to take away &amp;amp; God to fill me in this time.  I think this could possibly rejuvenate me in many ways.  It seems weird I guess but I think God will fufill me and what can be better than that?? So hopefully I can not let a certain thing consume me-----This is going to be really hard for me but i think it something that will be good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some reasons why I decided to fast:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Fasting was an expected discipline in both the Old and New Testament eras. For example, Moses fasted at least two recorded forty-day periods. Jesus fasted 40 days and reminded His followers to fast, "when you fast," not if you fast.&lt;br /&gt;    * Fasting and prayer can restore the loss of the "first love" for your Lord and result in a more intimate relationship with Christ.&lt;br /&gt;    * Fasting is a biblical way to truly humble yourself in the sight of God (Psalm 35:13; Ezra 8:21). King David said, "I humble myself through fasting."&lt;br /&gt;    * Fasting enables the Holy Spirit to reveal your true spiritual condition, resulting in brokenness, repentance, and a transformed life.&lt;br /&gt;    * The Holy Spirit will quicken the Word of God in your heart and His truth will become more meaningful to you!&lt;br /&gt;    * Fasting can transform your prayer life into a richer and more personal experience.&lt;br /&gt;    * Fasting can result in a dynamic personal revival in your own life-and make you a channel of revival to others.&lt;br /&gt;    * Fasting and prayer are the only disciplines that fulfill the requirements of II Chronicles 7:14:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!!!!!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387961490531868588-6696697845785809373?l=sccstewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/feeds/6696697845785809373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387961490531868588&amp;postID=6696697845785809373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/6696697845785809373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/6696697845785809373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/2009/02/fasting-prayer.html' title='Fasting &amp; Prayer'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09338416837205544878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SlFFkB1YIJI/AAAAAAAAACo/kcmFk8z-VgY/S220/me+and+cam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387961490531868588.post-5823787564387831843</id><published>2009-02-18T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T20:47:40.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Houston</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Description of Houston from what I have seen so far:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Houston has a diverse mix of cultures. In fact, it is considered one of the most culturally diverse cities in America. It is a fast paced city, but a whole lot more laid back than New York City. For the most part, people in Houston are kind, helpful, open, and courtesy - these qualities vanish however when we are on the road in traffic. Rudeness and road rage abound. The weather is wonderful , but I heard hit June - August and it's hot and HUMID, almost unbearably so I was told. You won't have a problem with dry skin here I'm guessing. You must have a car, public transportation, because the city is so spread out, over 600 square miles, is poor at best. We have many, many things to do in Houston, you name it and we have it: over 40 museums, the arts, the symphony, theater, sporting events, over 10,000 retaurants with more than 290 different types of cuisines. The latest in medical technology is found in Houston which is considered the largestm and most prestigious medical center in the world. If you are in that particular line of work, opportunities abound. In general Houston has not suffered from the current financial crisis as other states. The home values have held. Cost of living is one of the lowest in the nation. Houston is, generally speaking, a more conservative bunch. This is the Bible belt, you know, and that's a very good thing. If you don't know who you are, then you don't know where you are going. it seems very business oriented but family oriented bunch as well. The flavor of the city is cosmopolitan with overtones of country and the promient Mexican culture. So yeah thats what I think of Houston so far of course I have not been here long and could change my views who knows!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I do have to say, it is kindof different to be a stay at home mom here because we are living right in the middle of the business district where it never stops!!! It is the oil capital of the world!!! I really enjoy the big city, but sometimes feel like I need to be working along with everyone else. I just want to raise the boys first though because I feel like its my responsibility. I dont want to regret working and not having time with my boys when they were young. My circumstances are different too considering Steven is out of town most the time anyway- I guess Im all they've got here in H- town!! I just hope it all pays off &amp;amp; they boys will be well behaved as they get older too..haha lets just hope!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Also, I do really love that we are in walking distance to everything you would ever want. I have to have TONS of self control thats for sure :) Anyway, Im happy to be here, and hopefully I will fall in love with it since its our new home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387961490531868588-5823787564387831843?l=sccstewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/feeds/5823787564387831843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387961490531868588&amp;postID=5823787564387831843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/5823787564387831843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/5823787564387831843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/2009/02/houston.html' title='Houston'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09338416837205544878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SlFFkB1YIJI/AAAAAAAAACo/kcmFk8z-VgY/S220/me+and+cam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387961490531868588.post-3911892204026093013</id><published>2009-01-21T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T22:09:39.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Control of your Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: normal;" class="style184"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;" &gt;The purpose of life is a life of purpose.  ~Robert Byrne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt; God asks no man whether he will accept life.  That is not the choice.  You must take it.  The only question is how.  ~Henry Ward Beecher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;" &gt;In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life.  It goes on.  ~Robert Frost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: normal;" class="style184"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: normal;" class="style184"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Taking control of your life isnt always easy. Just because your life brings unexpected challengers, it does not mean you can not be in control. If you are not in control who is?????? Let me tell you that if you are not in control there will be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;SOMETHING&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;SOMEONE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;else who is- believe me I know from experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; As a person you are in charge of yourself, family,and your environment around you. If you believe you do not have control over your life, because you see obstacles as impossibilities to get around, you will stay right where you are, and your problems are guaranteed to become steadily &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;bigger &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;never ending&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; If you believe that options and choices are for others and not for you, let me tell, you are selling yourself short and hurting yourself in the long run. Looking at yourself and how you live your life requires a lot of courage and effort and being &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;REAL&lt;/span&gt;. Start believing in yourself before you can move forward, however you need to work on this and what happens depends on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; If someone asked you what the word control means, and let’s assume you are willing to answer this question, which of the following dictionary definitions of control would you use:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;                                                        &lt;ul style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;           &lt;h3 class="style100"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To exercise authoritative or dominating influence over; direct. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;         &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;           &lt;h3 class="style100"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To adjust to a requirement; regulate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;         &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;           &lt;h3 class="style100"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To hold in restraint; check. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;         &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;           &lt;h3 class="style100"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To reduce or prevent the spread of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;         &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;                     &lt;h3 style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: normal;" class="style100"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now define control based on your experiences. Is there a difference between your definition and the dictionary one? Do specific circumstances change the definition of control? Does control mean influencing or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;manipulating&lt;/span&gt; others in the hope they will change, so you do not have to? Do you control your life, simply by using willpower? Maybe there is not one simple answer to define the word control. Maybe this is because the word control is more elusive than you would like to believe it is.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you need to involve yourself and not just your willpower to be in control of your life, Learning to take control involves looking at yourself as a whole, looking at your ideas and your perceptions of yourself and others, and how you interact. Nobody goes through life without collecting some baggage along the way. Taking control of your life implies a willingness to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;look at&lt;/span&gt; and rid yourself of dead weight. Dwelling on what makes you feel sad, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;exhausted&lt;/span&gt;, angry and powerless will not help you take control. You will always need a degree of distance from your problems in order to shift your perceptions. Once you have this distance you will start to discover choices. If you hang on to your problems you increase the weight of baggage, you then become attached to it, as it is to you. This blocks your ability to create solutions to the problems and to be the real person that you are. Holding on to things can destroy relationships and trust! I can relate to this from a certain recent situation. I just look at whole thing and think my gosh how can you just hold on to something that is negative for yourself and more importantly your family. Why cant you take control of YOUR life and not live a life of lies &amp;amp; and for goodness sakes start being real about things!! Taking control of your life is a big step but it can be done &amp;amp; its never too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****I know this topic is broad but I have so many emotions and feelings about a situation thats going on in my life that has to due with Stevens family. I just dont understand some things &amp;amp; cant see why its not fixed and controlled by now***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387961490531868588-3911892204026093013?l=sccstewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/feeds/3911892204026093013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387961490531868588&amp;postID=3911892204026093013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/3911892204026093013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/3911892204026093013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/2009/01/take-control-of-your-life.html' title='Take Control of your Life'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09338416837205544878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SlFFkB1YIJI/AAAAAAAAACo/kcmFk8z-VgY/S220/me+and+cam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387961490531868588.post-7373276168767745696</id><published>2009-01-13T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:57:00.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything Happens For A Reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SWz5H-E_9XI/AAAAAAAAACA/aNrcjF4_5TY/s1600-h/cam+and+daddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SWz5H-E_9XI/AAAAAAAAACA/aNrcjF4_5TY/s320/cam+and+daddy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290877577571857778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SWz5B80qlLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Xz0EryTjo_4/s1600-h/kiss+caden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SWz5B80qlLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Xz0EryTjo_4/s320/kiss+caden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290877474155697330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know if every single thing that happens to us has a reason, but when I look back at my life and connect the dots, it sure does seem so. If I didnt have the parents I  have, I could have led a completely different life in different surroundings and around different people. If I hadn't chosen the college I did, I would have never met my husband Steven!!! And I can go on and on with the twists and turns of my life, and how it could have been different had I made different choices. Does that mean my life was meant to be this way? It may seem naive, but I reallt think so.            &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;   adparams.getadspec('c_billboard1'); &lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://partner.googleadservices.com/gampad/ads?correlator=1231872924378&amp;amp;output=json_html&amp;amp;callback=_GA_googleAdEngine.setAdContentsBySlotForSync&amp;amp;impl=s&amp;amp;prev_afc=2&amp;amp;client=ca-pub-8925353227623969&amp;amp;slotname=ArticleATFMiddleArticle300x250&amp;amp;page_slots=ArticleATFLeft120x600%2CArticleATFLeaderboard728x90%2CArticleATFMiddleArticle300x250&amp;amp;cust_params=topchannel%3Dreligion&amp;amp;cookie=ID%3Ddd8fcf8ad6326e82%3AT%3D1231872888%3AS%3DALNI_Mbl0zBwy4i9WaE_ympE5MzMyTjQRA&amp;amp;ga_vid=1453322432.1231872924&amp;amp;ga_sid=1231872924&amp;amp;ga_hid=1080755200&amp;amp;ga_fc=false&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.helium.com%2Fitems%2F980432-does-everything-happen-for-a-reason&amp;amp;ref=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.helium.com%2Fknowledge%2F7018-does-everything-happen-for-a-reason&amp;amp;lmt=1231872921&amp;amp;dt=1231872926596&amp;amp;cc=100&amp;amp;channel=060%2B0071890034%2B086&amp;amp;u_h=800&amp;amp;u_w=1280&amp;amp;u_ah=770&amp;amp;u_aw=1280&amp;amp;u_cd=32&amp;amp;u_tz=-360&amp;amp;u_his=9&amp;amp;u_java=true&amp;amp;u_nplug=24&amp;amp;u_nmime=113&amp;amp;flash=9.0.124"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script&gt; HELAD_gen_google_custom(adparams, "c_billboard1", "text_image", "banner", 300, 250); &lt;/script&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="googleArticleAd"&gt;&lt;div id="google_ads_div_ArticleATFMiddleArticle300x250"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript1.1" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/ads?client=ca-pub-8925353227623969&amp;amp;dt=1231872927308&amp;amp;lmt=1231872921&amp;amp;num_ads=4&amp;amp;output=js&amp;amp;correlator=1231872927308&amp;amp;channel=060%2B0071890034%2B086&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.helium.com%2Fitems%2F980432-does-everything-happen-for-a-reason&amp;amp;ad_type=text_image&amp;amp;image_size=300x250&amp;amp;feedback_link=on&amp;amp;ref=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.helium.com%2Fknowledge%2F7018-does-everything-happen-for-a-reason&amp;amp;cc=100&amp;amp;ga_vid=4356184343309677000.1231872895&amp;amp;ga_sid=1231872895&amp;amp;ga_hid=1080755200&amp;amp;ga_fc=true&amp;amp;flash=9&amp;amp;u_h=800&amp;amp;u_w=1280&amp;amp;u_ah=770&amp;amp;u_aw=1280&amp;amp;u_cd=32&amp;amp;u_tz=-360&amp;amp;u_his=9&amp;amp;u_java=true&amp;amp;u_nplug=24&amp;amp;u_nmime=113"&gt;&lt;/script&gt; &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Of course everyone has storiesand they really make you wonder. Some of us think of them as mere coincidences, and some of us think there are reasons for why these things happen. If we believe that everything happens for a reason, it is easier for us to alleviate our doubts, guilt, and all those "what ifs" we ask ourselves. If we believe that everything happens for a reason it helps us make sense of things and puts are hearts and minds at ease. It may just be a coping mechanism, but for many it seems to work.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We can't dwell, but we do have to play the hand we are dealt and make the best of it. If believing  there is a purpose and reason for everything is what we need to do, then that's exactly what we should do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387961490531868588-7373276168767745696?l=sccstewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/feeds/7373276168767745696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387961490531868588&amp;postID=7373276168767745696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/7373276168767745696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/7373276168767745696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-dont-know-if-every-single-thing-that.html' title='Everything Happens For A Reason'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09338416837205544878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SlFFkB1YIJI/AAAAAAAAACo/kcmFk8z-VgY/S220/me+and+cam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SWz5H-E_9XI/AAAAAAAAACA/aNrcjF4_5TY/s72-c/cam+and+daddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387961490531868588.post-8861377648873763112</id><published>2009-01-12T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T23:40:31.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to Sit Still Sometimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SWxAiu4wZII/AAAAAAAAABQ/QEH8ejaz01Y/s1600-h/247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SWxAiu4wZII/AAAAAAAAABQ/QEH8ejaz01Y/s320/247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290674627699303554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I once heard somebody define being a grown up as coming to the place where you not only take care of yourself, but you take care of others as well. If this is the case, then just about all of my growing up has taken place over the past 5 years. When I was single&lt;a id="KonaLink0" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://christian.families.com/blog/moms-the-importance-of-sitting-still#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 400; position: static; color: rgb(176, 0, 0);font-family:tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="font-weight: 400; position: static;font-size:13;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I could barely take care of myself!!! I was known for skipping appointments because I forgot about them. I couldn't keep my room clean, I could not stay organized, a healthy meal was pizza with green peppers or mushrooms on it. I didnt prepare for anything in advance. I had no idea what mulitasking was at that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My, my my how times have changed for Casey!!!! Im probably the EXTREME opposite of what I use to be. I laugh when my single friends complain about how much laundry they have. I do laundry for 4, I have a whole house to keep clean, boys( and husband) to keep happy,  and healthy, well-rounded meals to fix. One of my friends watched me one time as I set the table and later told me that she was amazed at how many things I could do at once. I was holding the baby, having a phone conversation, putting plates on the table, stirring the pots on the stove, and I was pushing toys to the play area with my feet. I'm kind of proud of my new found productivity-haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="Ads"&gt;&lt;!--http://*.families.com/blog*--&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;   GA_googleFillSlot("Families_Blogs_300x250"); &lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://partner.googleadservices.com/gampad/ads?correlator=1231826167907&amp;amp;output=json_html&amp;amp;callback=_GA_googleAdEngine.setAdContentsBySlotForSync&amp;amp;impl=s&amp;amp;prev_afc=3&amp;amp;client=ca-pub-7973809557151328&amp;amp;slotname=Families_Blogs_300x250&amp;amp;page_slots=Families_Blogs_728x90_top%2CFamilies_Blogs_160x600%2CFamilies_Blogs_300x250&amp;amp;cust_params=&amp;amp;cookie=ID%3D623a13a2cfa2e3cb%3AT%3D1231826171%3AS%3DALNI_Maw8qV5K5mDPyHyfsjLjxE_5q-bPw&amp;amp;cookie_enabled=1&amp;amp;ga_vid=655102305.1231826168&amp;amp;ga_sid=1231826168&amp;amp;ga_hid=586133028&amp;amp;ga_fc=false&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fchristian.families.com%2Fblog%2Fmoms-the-importance-of-sitting-still&amp;amp;ref=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.google.com%2Fsearch%3Fhl%3Den%26q%3DImportance%2Bof%2Bbeing%2Ba%2Bchristian%2Bmom%26btnG%3DSearch&amp;amp;lmt=1231826166&amp;amp;dt=1231826169886&amp;amp;cc=100&amp;amp;u_h=800&amp;amp;u_w=1280&amp;amp;u_ah=770&amp;amp;u_aw=1280&amp;amp;u_cd=32&amp;amp;u_tz=-360&amp;amp;u_his=10&amp;amp;u_java=true&amp;amp;u_nplug=24&amp;amp;u_nmime=113&amp;amp;flash=9.0.124"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;However, even though doing all these things are important, there are other more important things. We have ear infections &amp;amp; sinus infections at my house right now. Sunday we figured out the boys were sick -As I gave him medicine and got Caden settled he said, "Mommy, I love you- will you watch movies with CAAADEN" While my son and I cuddled and watched "Finding Nemo," I realized that just being still and loving him was what he needed the most from me. I have a huge tendency to feel like I have to be moving around and doing things in order to be productive. I don't think this is necessarily true- I have figured out a few things. The way to my oldest son's heart is literally just sitting there TALKING. He loves to ask questions about EVERYTHING!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; He likes to have my undivided attention and gets so frustrated when I won't stop what I am doing to make eye contact with him. If I sit down, my youngest son Cam will run and climb up in my lap. He loves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; when I stop what I am doing and play with him,patty cake,count, and peek a boo. The way to Camden's heart though is READING.  He claps his hands and smiles with pure delight pretending he is reading. Even my husband is thrilled when I give him all of my attention directly to him &amp;amp; sit there and just listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Soooooo, it seems to me that my family ENJOYS me more when I'm sitting with them, rather than running around doing stuff for them like I feel I should do as a mother and wife. I still have to clean and cook and all that because these things obviously bless my family and very important, but it seems that the most important things are happening when I'm SITTING STILL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SWxCfaohotI/AAAAAAAAABo/igmvPZG51lQ/s1600-h/walking.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SWxCfaohotI/AAAAAAAAABo/igmvPZG51lQ/s200/walking.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290676769746166482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SWxFPjyiIUI/AAAAAAAAABw/uSwQg2XLukQ/s1600-h/kiss+kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SWxFPjyiIUI/AAAAAAAAABw/uSwQg2XLukQ/s200/kiss+kiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290679795861037378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387961490531868588-8861377648873763112?l=sccstewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/feeds/8861377648873763112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387961490531868588&amp;postID=8861377648873763112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/8861377648873763112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/8861377648873763112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/2009/01/learning-to-sit-still-sometimes.html' title='Learning to Sit Still Sometimes'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09338416837205544878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SlFFkB1YIJI/AAAAAAAAACo/kcmFk8z-VgY/S220/me+and+cam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SWxAiu4wZII/AAAAAAAAABQ/QEH8ejaz01Y/s72-c/247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387961490531868588.post-3956670457747652232</id><published>2008-12-11T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:05:29.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awakened</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A time comes in your life when you finally get it...when, in the midst of all your fears and insanity, you stop dead in your tracks and somewhere the voice inside your head cries out - ENOUGH!Enough fighting and crying or struggling to hold on.And, like a child quieting down after a blind tantrum, your sobs begin to subside, you shudder once or twice, you blink back your tears and begin to look at the world through new eyes.This is your awakening.You realize it's time to stop hoping and waiting for something to change...or for happiness, safety and security to come galloping over the next horizon.You come to terms with the fact that neither of you is Prince Charming or Cinderella and that in the real world there aren't always fairy tale endings (or beginnings for that matter) and that any guarantee of "happily ever after" must begin with you...and in the process a sense of serenity is born of acceptance.You awaken to the fact that you are not perfect and that not everyone will always love, appreciate or approve of who or what you are ... and that's OK.They are entitled to their own views and opinions.And you learn the importance of loving and championing yourself...and in the process a sense of new found confidence is born of self-approval.You stop complaining and blaming other people for the things they did to you (or didn't do for you) and you learn that the only thing you can really count on is the unexpected.You learn that people don't always say what they mean or mean what they say and that not everyone will always be there for you and that it's not always about you.So, you learn to stand on your own and to take care of yourself...and in the process a sense of safety and security is born of self-reliance.You stop judging and pointing fingers and you begin to accept people as they are and to overlook their shortcomings and human frailties..and in the process a sense of peace and contentment is born of forgiveness.You realize that much of the way you view yourself, and the world around you, is as a result of all the messages and opinions that have been ingrained into your psyche.And you begin to sift through all the junk you've been fed about how you should behave, how you should look, how much you should weigh, what you should wear, what you should do for a living, how much money you shouldmake, what you should drive, how and where you should live, who you should marry, the importance of having and raising children, and what you owe your parents, family, and friends.You learn to open up to new worlds and different points of view.And you begin reassessing and redefining who you are and what you really stand for.You learn the difference between wanting and needing and you begin to discard the doctrines and values you've outgrown, or should never have bought into to begin with ... and in the process you learn to go with your instincts.You learn that it is truly in giving that we receive.And that there is power and glory in creating and contributing and you stop maneuvering through life merely as a "consumer" looking for your next fix.You learn that principles such as honesty and integrity are not the outdated ideals of a bygone era but the mortar that holds together the foundation upon which you must build a life.You learn that you don't know everything, it's not your job to save the world and that you can't teach a pig to sing.You learn to distinguish between guilt and responsibility and the importance of setting boundaries and learning to say NO.You learn that the only cross to bear is the one you choose to carry and that martyrs get burned at the stake.Then you learn about love.How to love, how much to give in love, when to stop giving and when to walk away.You learn to look at relationships as they really are and not as you would have them be.You stop trying to control people, situations and outcomes.And you learn that alone does not mean lonely.You also stop working so hard at putting your feelings aside, smoothing things over and ignoring your needs.You learn that feelings of entitlement are perfectly OK....and that it is your right to want things and to ask for the things you want ... and that sometimes it is necessary to make demands.You come to the realization that you deserve to be treated with love, kindness, sensitivity and respect and you won't settle for less.And you learn that your body really is your temple.And you begin to care for it and treat it with respect.You begin to eat a balanced diet, drink more water, and take more time to exercise.You learn that being tired fuels doubt, fear, and uncertainty and so you take more time to rest.And, just as food fuels the body, laughter fuels our soul.So you take more time to laugh and to play.You learn that, for the most part, you get in life what you believe you deserve...and that much of life truly is a self-fulfilling prophecy.You learn that anything worth achieving is worth working for and that wishing for something to happen is different than working toward making it happen.More importantly, you learn that in order to achieve success you need direction, discipline and perseverance.You also learn that no one can do it all alone...and that it's OK to risk asking for help.You learn the only thing you must truly fear is the greatest robber baron of all: FEAR itself.You learn to step right into and through your fears because you know that whatever happens you can handle it and to give in to fear is to give away the right to live life on your own terms.And you learn to fight for your life and not to squander it living under a cloud of impending doom.You learn that life isn't always fair, you don't always get what you think you deserve and that sometimes bad things happen to unsuspecting, good people.On these occasions you learn not to personalize things.You learn that God isn't punishing you or failing to answer your prayers.It's just life happening.And you learn to deal with evil in its most primal state - the ego.You learn that negative feelings such as anger, envy and resentment must be understood and redirected or they will suffocate the life out of you and poison the universe that surrounds you.You learn to admit when you are wrong and to build bridges instead of walls.You learn to be thankful and to take comfort in many of the simple things we take for granted, things that millions of people upon the earth can only dream about: a full refrigerator, clean running water, a soft warm bed, a long hot shower.Slowly, you begin to take responsibility for yourself by yourself and you make yourself a promise to never betray yourself and to never, ever settle for less than your heart's desire.And you hang a wind chime outside your window so you can listen to the wind.And you make it a point to keep smiling, to keep trusting, and to stay open to every wonderful possibility.Finally, with courage in your heart and God by your side you take a stand, you take a deep breath, and you begin to design the life you want to live as best you can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387961490531868588-3956670457747652232?l=sccstewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/feeds/3956670457747652232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387961490531868588&amp;postID=3956670457747652232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/3956670457747652232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/3956670457747652232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/2008/12/awakened.html' title='Awakened'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09338416837205544878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SlFFkB1YIJI/AAAAAAAAACo/kcmFk8z-VgY/S220/me+and+cam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387961490531868588.post-2417199317549140530</id><published>2008-10-31T23:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T23:19:33.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween: Football players &amp; the Ref ;$</title><content type='html'>&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="cid:D248DEBB-5DA2-4B42-8E70-30E9A5B0EFAF"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;     Sent from Casey's iPhone &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387961490531868588-2417199317549140530?l=sccstewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/feeds/2417199317549140530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387961490531868588&amp;postID=2417199317549140530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/2417199317549140530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/2417199317549140530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-football-players-ref.html' title='Halloween: Football players &amp; the Ref ;$'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09338416837205544878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SlFFkB1YIJI/AAAAAAAAACo/kcmFk8z-VgY/S220/me+and+cam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387961490531868588.post-3490080195233634946</id><published>2008-10-31T23:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T23:13:14.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"How in the WORLD?"</title><content type='html'>&amp;quot;How in the WORLD?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;I was just thinking how in the world did I ever go out on Friday nights (&amp;amp; stay up  sometimes 3am) &amp;amp; get back up early to start all over again the next morning for the football game????&lt;br&gt;Now, I go to bed about 8pm! Wow my life has changed so much. That is just one of MANY things but it just hit me when I saw all the ole miss students out on the town tonight. I would not trade my life for anything now eventhough I did have a great time in college! My mind set has shifted in such a different direction. Maybe it&amp;#39;s just now I actually realize how much I value life &amp;amp; the lives that were given to me!!!  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from Casey&amp;#39;s iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387961490531868588-3490080195233634946?l=sccstewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/feeds/3490080195233634946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387961490531868588&amp;postID=3490080195233634946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/3490080195233634946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/3490080195233634946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-in-world.html' title='&quot;How in the WORLD?&quot;'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09338416837205544878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SlFFkB1YIJI/AAAAAAAAACo/kcmFk8z-VgY/S220/me+and+cam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387961490531868588.post-9012969120477433497</id><published>2008-10-17T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T13:42:14.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picking President</title><content type='html'>"Shouldn't we pick our president based on more than just faith issues?"&lt;br /&gt;Let's consider those other issues, starting with the economy.America's national debt is $10 trillion. Add in unfunded Medicare, Medicaid, Social Security and the like, and it tops $59 trillion, or about $200,000 per American. We are no longer talking about how to pay it off, but how to keep making the interest payments when the baby boomers retire.If those numbers don't impress, consider this. The stock market bubble and crash of 1929 was driven by extreme leverage. People could buy stocks with just 5% of their money and 95% of borrowed money. After the crash of 1929, the SEC limited stock investment leverage to 50%.But the SEC did not cap the leverage on other types of securities, including derivatives, which now tops $450 trillion - 35 times larger than the US GDP. The leverage in the derivative market is still 95%, which means that $428 trillion, a sum 33 times larger than our economy, is a bubble. On the energy front, we imported 26% of our oil during the 1970's oil crisis; today that figure is 70%. On the social front, 40% of our children are being born out of wedlock. 48 million people lack medical cover. Even more are hooked on drugs, gambling and pornography America hosts 89% of the world's pornographic webpages). On foreign policy, we are stuck in two wars Iran is about to go nuclear. Radical Islam is on the rise. So are "natural" disasters ... Is any President really going to solve these and other issues? The challenges facing us are such that they can't be solved even if McCain, Obama, Palin and Biden's best Presidential attributes were combined. What America needs today isn’t some superhero President, but God.Four centuries ago, God saw a boatload of people leave the comforts of Europe to worship Him unhindered in a new land, and blessed their descendents into a mighty nation. At the height of our prosperity, however, that "Christian" nation turned away from God, who is withdrawing the prosperity and security that always was and is His.Israel was in a similar situation after the prosperity of Solomon’s reign when it turned away from God and ignored repeated warnings to turn back. God eventually destroyed Israel and sent its people into exile, not out of hate but out of love because they wouldn’t have turned back to Him - whom they needed more than prosperity or even freedom - without the persecution.But such an outcome doesn't have to be. The Bible also speaks of Nineveh, a great power in its day that like Israel was about to be destroyed. But unlike Israel, the Ninevites heeded God's warning and led by its king, humbled themselves before God in time.This election should be first and foremost about our contrition both as a nation and as individuals before God and a cry for His help. As a nation, we can express that by electing the Presidential ticket more likely to rely on God's help, one that will pray, "Yes HE can" instead of rebelliously chanting, "Yes We Can." As individuals, we need to restart with what God really did and why&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387961490531868588-9012969120477433497?l=sccstewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/feeds/9012969120477433497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387961490531868588&amp;postID=9012969120477433497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/9012969120477433497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/9012969120477433497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/2008/10/picking-president.html' title='Picking President'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09338416837205544878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SlFFkB1YIJI/AAAAAAAAACo/kcmFk8z-VgY/S220/me+and+cam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387961490531868588.post-4297253122488611165</id><published>2008-10-16T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T19:22:39.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Voting Because It Matters</title><content type='html'>I have been surprised by the number of Christians who have given up on politics this year. "I don't like either candidate, so I'm staying home," some say.&lt;br /&gt;I get fed up with the vain posturing and empty promises, too. But not voting is not an option—it's both our civic and sacred duty. Voting is required of us as good citizens and as God's agents for appointing leaders.&lt;br /&gt;How do we go about choosing the best candidates? Not by pulling a partisan lever—that's knee-jerk ideology. Christians live instead by revealed truth, never captive to any party. Thus, the best place to go for wisdom is not the candidates' websites, but the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;Moses' father-in-law, Jethro, advised him to appoint as rulers "able men" who "fear God, men who are trustworthy and who hate a bribe." The standard is competence and integrity. Later, God ordered Samuel to pick Saul, who "shall save my people from the hand of the Philistines." This passage reminds us of Paul's teaching in Romans: Government's role is to wield the sword to preserve order and restrain evil. So we should seek leaders best able to do that and to pursue justice.&lt;br /&gt;Today, God no longer chooses our leaders directly (although some of us wish he did, if only to spare us the years-long political campaigns). We live in a democracy, so God entrusts to us the job of choosing leaders he will anoint. Like Samuel, we are commissioned to choose leaders of competence, virtue, and character. That's why not voting or rejecting candidates because they are not perfect on some biblical or political score sheet is a dereliction of our trust.&lt;br /&gt;In casting a vote, judgment should ultimately be guided by what we perceive to be the common good, a term not often heard in today's special interestcharged political debates. Our founders understood this, which is why they used the term commonweal, or commonwealth. But today's politicians pander to special interests, as we saw last year when congressmen dumped over $13.2 billion into earmarks, paying off special pleaders.&lt;br /&gt;But if we look at politics from God's perspective, we see that he has a deep and abiding interest in all people being treated fairly. If God favors any "special interest group," it is the poor, the hungry, the unborn, the handicapped, the prisoner—those with the least access to political power.&lt;br /&gt;This is why we Christians should never allow ourselves to be, as the press has often characterized us, just another special interest group pleading for our agendas only. But if we were a special interest group, we would be lobbying for the dignity of all, especially those who can't always speak for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;So maybe a particular candidate isn't going to cut your taxes or vote for your favorite program, but the real question is, will he serve all the people, or only the loudest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Election Day we should be the best of citizens, voting for the candidate best for all the people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387961490531868588-4297253122488611165?l=sccstewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/feeds/4297253122488611165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387961490531868588&amp;postID=4297253122488611165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/4297253122488611165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/4297253122488611165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/2008/10/voting-because-it-matters.html' title='Voting Because It Matters'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09338416837205544878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SlFFkB1YIJI/AAAAAAAAACo/kcmFk8z-VgY/S220/me+and+cam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387961490531868588.post-7010595107122843953</id><published>2008-10-16T12:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T12:49:13.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Mommy</title><content type='html'>Busy Mommy&lt;p&gt;I guess from now on the end of the year is going to be a busier time for me. Camden&amp;#39;s birthday falls right before Halloween so I have to prepare for both. I want to always make sure to give the boys great birthday parties so they can have fun memories when looking back. It&amp;#39;s not about all the gifts but it&amp;#39;s a special time to get to be around friends &amp;amp; family so I prepare much in advance. After cam&amp;#39;s birthday we have Halloween to look toward to. Steven is really into it but for me I never celebrated it growing up rather went to church fall festivals which always made us happy! So, I want to make sure the boys get to experience a little of both. I don&amp;#39;t want them to focus on the dark side of it but the excitement of dressing up &amp;amp; fellowship of others- oh yeah and the candy! After dealing with hyper boys from all the sugar-we have thanksgiving! We have it here 3 times in OB &amp;amp; then off to Oxford! It&amp;#39;s a great time but goodness it&amp;#39;s alot with going and going&lt;br&gt; with 2 boys! I love having special times on thanksgiving but then there&amp;#39;s caden&amp;#39;s birthday! He is now old enough to be excited for his birthday so we got to make it fun &amp;amp; exciting for him! 3 days later... Christmas!! I have been making out their Christmas list now for a month &amp;amp; finally got it edited &amp;amp; ready for Santa! I have a lot of shopping to do &amp;amp; with Steven always being out of town for work it&amp;#39;s hard to to but I have manage to get a little done. I&amp;#39;m excited for Caden this year because he will understand it more. I love the holidays &amp;amp; special times but of wears me out to say the least.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from Casey&amp;#39;s iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387961490531868588-7010595107122843953?l=sccstewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/feeds/7010595107122843953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387961490531868588&amp;postID=7010595107122843953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/7010595107122843953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387961490531868588/posts/default/7010595107122843953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sccstewart.blogspot.com/2008/10/busy-mommy.html' title='Busy Mommy'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09338416837205544878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVs55Qa6jxs/SlFFkB1YIJI/AAAAAAAAACo/kcmFk8z-VgY/S220/me+and+cam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
