tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78413096718167254002024-03-13T21:57:18.494-05:00Pat's PhotosPathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10037242205616251439noreply@blogger.comBlogger160125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841309671816725400.post-20107962549285205582010-06-07T09:28:00.003-05:002010-06-07T09:36:28.628-05:00Just a Yellow Flower<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgstaTXsUOLEDR6JsR8WtaCwNXa8aqgZWHrTgMlghj9k_w14gJ5seKWdM-H5lWHMwdYsYlsTxNIu50YiuB2kw9-2q7TifgsYDWPiY6r3S0o_o3C0xD2wsXhLo3dkLXWj6krMTzukFQrpcVO/s1600/DSC_1010Yellow.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 367px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgstaTXsUOLEDR6JsR8WtaCwNXa8aqgZWHrTgMlghj9k_w14gJ5seKWdM-H5lWHMwdYsYlsTxNIu50YiuB2kw9-2q7TifgsYDWPiY6r3S0o_o3C0xD2wsXhLo3dkLXWj6krMTzukFQrpcVO/s640/DSC_1010Yellow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480039236693551570" /></a>Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10037242205616251439noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841309671816725400.post-64008493898631483682009-11-30T02:02:00.001-05:002009-11-30T02:03:19.115-05:00A long time...It's been a very long time since I last posted but there's been much water flowing under life's bridge and just no time to blog.
I hope that this will change in the coming days.Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10037242205616251439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841309671816725400.post-24975708007132617262009-03-29T11:04:00.000-05:002009-03-29T11:05:21.997-05:00Blue Ridge Mountains, Virginia<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJfUcbAw2BvMRAj-eSuKPApOF_OX-SyWw0g0TJWAcOkmoBKD9MKCvkQRnSSQO4kKBv34A9H4ydmV4cbExWnRI542n3L-UMTrwPzdKrXIh7ywrjKY4oQP1Ht0nO21vMPmyyNqIMgRbvXJBO/s1600-h/DSC_0615SkylineDriveVA.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJfUcbAw2BvMRAj-eSuKPApOF_OX-SyWw0g0TJWAcOkmoBKD9MKCvkQRnSSQO4kKBv34A9H4ydmV4cbExWnRI542n3L-UMTrwPzdKrXIh7ywrjKY4oQP1Ht0nO21vMPmyyNqIMgRbvXJBO/s640/DSC_0615SkylineDriveVA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318639093625665778" border="0" /></a>
Just before I left Virginia to come back to Guelph this time, we took a wonderful drive on the Skyline Drive and what a view it was to see the wonderful "folds of colour" of the rolling mountains off into the distance and the sky even seemed to "match".Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10037242205616251439noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841309671816725400.post-53096060969073231932009-03-28T15:31:00.002-05:002009-03-28T16:28:59.243-05:00Blog not workingI've been trying to post a photo in here and it just doesn't want to work! :(Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10037242205616251439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841309671816725400.post-64794135221180556142009-02-13T15:47:00.004-05:002009-02-13T15:50:57.590-05:00Geordie<div align="center" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="line-height: 1.3em;font-size:180%;" ><b>GEORDIE
My Wonderful Border Collie</b></span></div>
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Geordie has been my constant companion for almost 13 years. He usually goes with me everywhere and he knows just about everything I'm talking about.
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Last week, I almost lost my buddy. He had a little "thing" on his lower eyelid that was scratching his eyeball every time he blinked causing his eye to bleed and so I decided to have it removed in order to take away this irritation. Due to his age, the vet tried to do it with a "local" anesthetic but Geordie sure didn't like to see those scissors so it was decided to use a very mild "general".
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Geordie just had a very bad reaction to that and on Tuesday, I nearly lost him. The vet worked so very hard (over 3 1/2 hours) trying to revive him and so far his time spent with "Geordie, my lad" (as he called him) has been working albeit very, very slowly. Last night, I slept in my bed with him beside me in his bed on the floor. Up until last night, I've been just lying beside him on the floor and we've spent a lot of time staring into each other's eyes!
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Here's Geordie the day before his surgery. As some of you know, he went downhill very quickly followiing the anesthetic and I nearly lost him. He so loves the snow and he was just sitting at the door staring and wishing I'd go out and play with him.
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<span style="font-size:130%;"><b><span style="line-height: 1.3em;">Geordie Today</span></b></span>
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Geordie loves his bed. Today he seems to be much more comfortable and I'm so happy. I'm still force feeding him though as he really has no interest in eating yet.
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He's not out of the woods yet. Last year at this time, he was about 45 lb. On Boxing Day, he was 35 lb. and on Tues. he was 33 lb. So, he's been losing weight gradually and the vet suspects something "nasty" but we're going to try hard to get some weight back on him as he loves to run and explore and I just know that we're going to have many more fantastic days together.
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<img src="http://www.photography-cafe.com/forum/Smileys/alive/dogrun.gif" alt="RunningDog" border="0" />Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10037242205616251439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841309671816725400.post-7936380276246777812008-10-10T10:34:00.009-05:002008-10-10T13:25:52.527-05:00What a long time!<span style="font-size:180%;"><p></p>
<span style="font-weight: bold;">...Since I've posted in here!</span></span>
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<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">This is the reason!</span>
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<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">On May 24, 2008, I was married to Paul! So thought I'd share a special photo of that day with you all.</span></span>
<p></p><span style="font-size:180%;"><p></p></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">IN THE PARK</span></span>
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<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">This photo was taken by Carol ("Abelia" on the <a href="http://photography-cafe.com/">Photography Cafe</a>). This was taken after the ceremony when we went to the park</span>.</span>
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">THE VOWS</span></span>
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">My daughter, Janice, was Matron of Honour and Paul's son, Jim, was Best Man. Pastor Wayne Boadway officiated at the service held in Royal City Baptist Church, Guelph, Ontario</span>
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">This photo was taken by Ross Blakey ("RBont" on the </span><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://photography-cafe.com/">Photography Cafe</a><span style="font-weight: bold;">).</span>
<p></p>Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10037242205616251439noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841309671816725400.post-51570208155221487472008-03-23T00:35:00.001-05:002008-03-23T00:38:03.994-05:00He is Risen As He Said!<span style="font-family:times new roman;">This photo of the Easter Lily was taken by Paul and I thank him for allowing me to put it in here today as we celebrate the wonderful Resurrection of our Lord and Saviour!</span>
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">He Is Risen!</span></span>
<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Happy Easter!
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<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" href="http://www.christianphotographers.com/sounds/christarose.mpga" target="_blank"><b><span style="line-height: 1.3em;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">CHRIST AROSE</span></span></b></a>
<span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">(Click to hear music)<br /><br /></span>
<span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">Author: Robert Lowry, 1826-1899 </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;">
<span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">Musician: Robert Lowry, 1826-1899 </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;">
<span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"> </span>
<span style="color:Navy;"><span style="line-height: 1.3em;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">Low in the grave He lay,</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:Navy;"><span style="line-height: 1.3em;">
<span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">Jesus, my Savior!</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:Navy;"><span style="line-height: 1.3em;">
<span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">Waiting the coming day,</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:Navy;"><span style="line-height: 1.3em;">
<span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">Jesus, my Lord! </span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:Navy;"><span style="line-height: 1.3em;">
<span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">Chorus:</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:Navy;"><span style="line-height: 1.3em;">
<span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">Up from the grave He arose,</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:Navy;"><span style="line-height: 1.3em;">
<span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">With a mighty triumph o'er His foes;</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:Navy;"><span style="line-height: 1.3em;">
<span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">He arose a victor</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:Navy;"><span style="line-height: 1.3em;">
<span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">From the dark domain,</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:Navy;"><span style="line-height: 1.3em;">
<span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">And He lives forever</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:Navy;"><span style="line-height: 1.3em;">
<span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">With His saints to reign.</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:Navy;"><span style="line-height: 1.3em;">
<span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">He arose! He arose!</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:Navy;"><span style="line-height: 1.3em;">
<span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">Hallelujah! Christ arose! </span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:Navy;"><span style="line-height: 1.3em;">
<span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">Vainly they watch His bed,</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:Navy;"><span style="line-height: 1.3em;">
<span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">Jesu, my Savior!</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:Navy;"><span style="line-height: 1.3em;">
<span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">Vainly they seal the dead,</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:Navy;"><span style="line-height: 1.3em;">
<span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">Jesus my Lord!</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:Navy;"><span style="line-height: 1.3em;">
<span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">Chorus: </span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:Navy;"><span style="line-height: 1.3em;">
<span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">Death cannot keep his prey,</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:Navy;"><span style="line-height: 1.3em;">
<span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">Jesus, my Savior!</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:Navy;"><span style="line-height: 1.3em;">
<span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">He tore the bars away,</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:Navy;"><span style="line-height: 1.3em;">
<span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">Jesus my Lord!</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:Navy;"><span style="line-height: 1.3em;">
<span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">Chorus:</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span> </div>
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I thought I'd let you all know that my presence on here might be a little haphazard for the next little while and I am planning a wedding for May!
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Whose wedding? Mine!
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I became a widow seven years ago and for me I thought that this is what life was going to be like from now on. But, my Lord and Saviour has had other plans for my life and He has brought into my life a wonderful man named Paul.
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Paul arrived on Saturday night with roses and a lovely little white box! Then yesterday, he made this lovely collage of three photos--a photo of three of the roses from the dozen red roses he brought, the ring in the box and the ring on my finger!
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I do hope that you enjoy the photo as much as I do and that you will be patient with me while I plan with Paul our future life together.
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</span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Red Roses and a Ring<br /></span></span>
<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;">A Special Day for Pat
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This will AMAZE you! Just the black notes!
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<a href="http://www.thisbiznow.com/quixtar/us_dream_acad.html">US Dream Academy</a>Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10037242205616251439noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841309671816725400.post-85801344194374938842008-03-04T20:27:00.001-05:002008-03-04T20:27:53.494-05:00More of Geordie<p></p>
Since I've been otherwise engaged for the past few days and unable to get out to get new photos, I thought I'd just share a few more photos of my good buddy.
Actually, I just can't imagine life without him. He listens intently to everything I say as if he's wanting to join right in.
Here he is again where he loves to be--in the snow!
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<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">"I'm sure she said we were going in the car..."</span></strong> <p></p></div>
I had told Geordie that we were going in the car to the store and this is how he stayed at the door just waiting for me to keep my word. And in between times, he was busy chasing the black squirrels out of the back yard! <p></p>
<p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172098472241029906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxro_1HqrEHAYR60bm0Wmme0mDyELFAOiZWeON2YU8rXx5BX-wJ5jsKzWxduPFBIFc9APpdAvQ1ATMBWoxe-atqRw0Eezp4ZNXJADS01nXTrwaS5ny_NZ6g7eg8kRSj2oUuuzVgApUCIR7/s640/DSCN5092Geordie" border="0" /></p><p></p><p></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><p></p> <br /><br /></span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">"Getting Old"<p></p></span></strong></p><p>He's getting old but still loves to run and play...<p></p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172098480830964514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyITgWBQ4j_MdNItpp1jcQXCPGCBHuLIqqFkAncCSjcMmXTKzSY_reKnoayn7cX1JtFYD6kv9Wp72ftvpbSWzLCtuBZfExtQbEARaGSFkNJg0l5T_Ulb-99nfuTjwY9yBzzryWebu5s_bs/s640/DSCN5519Geordie" border="0" /> </p><p></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><p></p> <br /><br /></span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">"Pat! Rescue Me!"</span></strong> <p></p></p><p>Geordie takes a lot from my youngest grandson who insists on dressing him up! Here he is all ready to go out in the snow with his winter toque on!! <p></p>
</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172098463651095298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSVWFS1HvhaAdK0ypL1Yu6QzRBM543APKlfAXwG23IYgm8RwD0-mK4cB-7f4hexB_sD3MSNRFxfVVohH9uBOkbUuV6nwvhTic-mgeX3QvtEqdrGm4OIJxxUv5MSb8zSyV8Xq8kE20zJ65D/s640/DSCN1417Geordie" border="0" /> </p><p><p></p> <br /><br /></p>Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10037242205616251439noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841309671816725400.post-36315943488244991062008-03-03T10:29:00.000-05:002008-03-03T10:30:06.926-05:00Geordie<p></p>
Geordie is a tri-colour border collie and one of the most intelligent and obedient dogs that I've ever met. He knows left and right and he's just my good friend. He's 12 years old but is still full of life and just loves the snow.
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So, this photo of him was taken one day at the back door after he had been playing in the snow and he was asking me to go outside to play! If you click on the picture, you'll see it larger and see that he's simply covered with snow!
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">GEORDIE</span></span>
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">A Rose That Says,</span></span>
<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"I Love You!"</span></span>
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This is the day when so many folks around the world tell their loved ones that they love them. Have you told <span style="font-style: italic;">him</span> today that you love him? Have you told <span style="font-style: italic;">her</span>? Or what about the little ones? They all need to hear those three words, "I love you!"
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But what a wonderful thing if we did this <span style="font-weight: bold;">every day</span>! As you leave each day for your place of work, tell your wife that you love her. As he sets off on his journey to his place of work, give him a hug and whisper those words that he loves to hear, "I love you!" Maybe you could even leave a note with those words written on it in a snack for the children. And your Dad and Mother both need to know, too, that they are loved. Phone them or write them a wee note today and simply say, "Mum, I love you! Just wanted you to know!" or "Dad, feel like a coffee? Let's meet and I'll buy you a one today. Just wanted to let you know that I love you, Dad!"
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We all need to know that we're loved. Go and tell someone that you love them now. It's so nice to hear those words.
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The greatest gift ever was the gift of love that we're told about in John 3:16. <span style="font-weight: bold;"> "For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish but have everlasting life"</span>.
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<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><a href="http://christianphotographers.com/sounds/ebenezer.mpga" target="_blank"><span style="color: rgb(192, 255, 192);"><span style="line-height: 1.3em;"><b><span style="text-decoration: underline;">O the Deep, Deep Love of Jesus</span></b></span></span></a></span><a href="http://christianphotographers.com/sounds/ebenezer.mpga" target="_blank"><br /></a>
<span style="line-height: 1.3em;font-size:78%;" >(Click to hear music)</span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 1.3em;font-size:85%;" >Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature,</span><br />
<span style="line-height: 1.3em;font-size:85%;" >shall be able to separate us from the love of God,</span><br />
<span style="line-height: 1.3em;font-size:85%;" >which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.</span><br />
<span style="line-height: 1.3em;font-size:85%;" >Romans 8:39
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Author: S. Trevor Francis, 1834-1925
Musician: Thomas John Williams, 1869-1944 </span>
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<span style="color: rgb(192, 255, 192);"><span style="font-size:130%;">O the deep, deep love of Jesus,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(192, 255, 192);"><span style="font-size:130%;">vast, unmeasured, boundless, free!</span></span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(192, 255, 192);"><span style="font-size:130%;">Rolling as a mighty ocean</span></span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(192, 255, 192);"><span style="font-size:130%;">in its fullness over me!</span></span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(192, 255, 192);"><span style="font-size:130%;">Underneath me, all around me,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(192, 255, 192);"><span style="font-size:130%;">is the current of Thy love</span></span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(192, 255, 192);"><span style="font-size:130%;">Leading onward, leading homeward</span></span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(192, 255, 192);"><span style="font-size:130%;">to Thy glorious rest above!</span></span><br /><br />
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O the deep, deep love of Jesus,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(192, 255, 192);"><span style="font-size:130%;">spread His praise from shore to shore!</span></span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(192, 255, 192);"><span style="font-size:130%;">How he loveth, ever loveth,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(192, 255, 192);"><span style="font-size:130%;">changeth never, nevermore!</span></span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(192, 255, 192);"><span style="font-size:130%;">How he watches o’er His loved ones,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(192, 255, 192);"><span style="font-size:130%;">died to call them all His own;</span></span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(192, 255, 192);"><span style="font-size:130%;">How for them intercedeth,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(192, 255, 192);"><span style="font-size:130%;">watcheth o’er them from the throne!</span></span><br /><br />
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O the deep, deep love of Jesus,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(192, 255, 192);"><span style="font-size:130%;">love of every love the best!</span></span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(192, 255, 192);"><span style="font-size:130%;">’Tis an ocean full of blessing,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(192, 255, 192);"><span style="font-size:130%;">’tis a haven giving rest!</span></span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(192, 255, 192);"><span style="font-size:130%;">O the deep, deep love of Jesus,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(192, 255, 192);"><span style="font-size:130%;">’tis a heaven of heavens to me;</span></span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(192, 255, 192);"><span style="font-size:130%;">And it lifts me up to glory,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(192, 255, 192);"><span style="font-size:130%;">for it lifts me up to Thee!</span></span><br /><br /> </div>
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</div>Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10037242205616251439noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841309671816725400.post-66127349903440588822008-02-11T21:26:00.000-05:002008-02-11T21:48:26.410-05:00New Life in Spring<div style="text-align: center;"><p></p>
<div style="text-align: left;">I have a friend, Colin Moffett, in Northern Ireland who writes poetry! I've really been blessed by it. Well, now I can listen to him as he reads his own poems! How lovely is that!
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He has a video camera and all of this photography is his own. I do hope that you enjoy it as much as I have.
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<span style="color: green;"><b><span style="font-size:180%;">NEW LIFE IN SPRING</span></b></span><span style="color: green;"><b><br /></b></span><span style="color: green;"><b><br /></b></span><span style="color: green;"><b>
Hear the whisper of the breeze<br />
Sighing softly through the trees</b></span><span style="color: green;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: green;"><b>Rays of sunshine kiss my face</b></span><span style="color: green;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: green;"><b>Fleecy clouds above me race</b></span><span style="color: green;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: green;"><b>Dancing in the soft blue sky</b></span><span style="color: green;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: green;"><b>Where soar the singing birds on high</b></span><span style="color: green;"><b><br /></b></span><span style="color: green;"><b><br /></b></span>
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Fresh green leaves trees adorn</b></span><span style="color: green;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: green;"><b>Cuckoo calls from early morn</b></span><span style="color: green;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: green;"><b>Busy bees on the wing</b></span><span style="color: green;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: green;"><b>Listen to the blackbird sing</b></span><span style="color: green;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: green;"><b>See the beauty of the flowers</b></span><span style="color: green;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: green;"><b>Watered from fresh April showers</b></span><span style="color: green;"><b><br /></b></span><span style="color: green;"><b><br /></b></span>
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Brightly glistens morning dew</b></span><span style="color: green;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: green;"><b>Blades of grass a greener hue</b></span><span style="color: green;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: green;"><b>Spring is here, cold days are gone</b></span><span style="color: green;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: green;"><b>Each morning now a brighter dawn</b></span><span style="color: green;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: green;"><b>Skipping lambs; just newborn</b></span><span style="color: green;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: green;"><b>Pink small flowers on the thorn</b></span><span style="color: green;"><b><br /></b></span><span style="color: green;"><b><br /></b></span>
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Cherry trees are out in bloom</b></span><span style="color: green;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: green;"><b>Also flowering gorse and broom</b></span><span style="color: green;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: green;"><b>Rabbits frolic without a care</b></span><span style="color: green;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: green;"><b>Fragrant smells are in the air</b></span><span style="color: green;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: green;"><b>Hedgehog stirs from winter’s rest</b></span><span style="color: green;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: green;"><b>Mother bird builds her nest</b></span><span style="color: green;"><b><br /></b></span><span style="color: green;"><b><br /></b></span>
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Sunny days are sure to bring</b></span><span style="color: green;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: green;"><b>Life renewal in the Spring</b></span><span style="color: green;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: green;"><b>I thank God that I can see</b></span><span style="color: green;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: green;"><b>Nature’s beauty surrounding me</b></span><span style="color: green;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: green;"><b>God in mercy and in love</b></span><span style="color: green;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: green;"><b>Sends us blessings from above</b></span><span style="color: green;"><b><br /></b></span><span style="color: green;"><b><br /></b></span>
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Days of Spring bring life anew</b></span><span style="color: green;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: green;"><b>God will give new life to you</b></span><span style="color: green;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: green;"><b>Hope eternal it will spring</b></span><span style="color: green;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: green;"><b>If to Jesus you will bring</b></span><span style="color: green;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: green;"><b>And give to Him your heart today</b></span><span style="color: green;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: green;"><b>He will wash your sin away</b></span><span style="color: green;"><b><br /></b></span><span style="color: green;"><b><br /></b></span>
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Colin Moffett</b></span><span style="color: green;"><b><br /></b></span><span style="color: green;"><b><br /></b></span><span style="color: green;"><b><br /></b></span>Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10037242205616251439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841309671816725400.post-69013774883457036452008-02-10T22:39:00.001-05:002008-02-10T22:41:43.443-05:00Glorious Sunset<p></p>
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Incredible Artwork of the Creator
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I don't know if you all think about sunsets like I do--I just love them and find that they are so special. Our Creator has created such wonderful works of art with His paintbrush, hasn't He? As I was out last evening and the sun was almost set and there wasn't much light left, I just kep on snapping. All of the photos didn't turn out but I thought I'd share yet one more with you all of the beautiful sky.
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As I stood there and stared at the beautiful sky that was changing by the minute and as I heard the honking of the geese, the less noisy quacking of the many mallards, and other wild things out there on the water, my mind kept on helping me to remember about the words of a song I had heard earlier in the day on the radio. It's entitled, <span style="font-style: italic;">"The Paintbrush"</span> and I'm going to share the words with you...
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<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">THE PAINT BRUSH <br /></span></span>
Chuck Milhuff<p></p>
Life started out like a canvas<br />
And God started painting on me<br />
But I took the paintbrush from Jesus<br />
And painted what I wished to see.<br /><br />
The colors I painted kept running<br />
And the objects were all out of size<br />
I had made a mess of my painting<br />
My way now seemed so unwise.<br /><br />
So I brought my painting to Jesus<br />
All the colors, the pieces so wrong<br />
In the markets of earth it was worthless<br />
But His blood made my painting belong.<br /><br />
He worked with no condemnation<br />
Never mentioned the mess I had made<br />
Then He dipped His brush in the rainbow<br />
And He signed it, the price has been paid.<br /><br />
When I gave the brush back to Jesus,<br />
When I gave the brush back to Him<br />
He started all over life’s canvas to fill<br />
When I gave to Jesus the brush of my will.<br /><br />
He worked with no condemnation<br />
Never mentioned the mess I had made<br />
Then He dipped His brush in the rainbow<br />
And He signed it, the price has been paid.<br /><br />
Yes, it was a lovely sunset the other night and even though I was standing in snow that was deeper than my knees and I didn't remember to bring my gloves from the car, I so enjoyed looking at the wonderful artwork created by my Father and I thank Him for bringing to my remembrance this wonderful poem.
<p></p>Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10037242205616251439noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841309671816725400.post-84390077764429408922008-02-06T21:52:00.000-05:002008-02-06T23:48:52.976-05:00The Bridge<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkjiLebjd3mrorxco-CjiSQikWTtrjMiU11PxfoQHDinsyD4I7W7_1g07pZo1u5kiUctguXHSCidJ8CPqId0_g8Q7LRtH0C87FWxVbxKzP4eI5vtCkKgBsl1sLH-6VEphgfyoSG6pGo1Co/s1600-h/DSC_4323BridgeHarrisburg.jpg"><p></p></a>
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">BRIDGE AT HARRISBURG, PENNSYLVANIA</span></span>
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As I travelled home from Virginia last Thursday, I came to this bridge over the Susquehanna River at Harrisburg, Pennsylvania.
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I was impressed by the reflections in the water and the colours in those reflections. I was stopped at a red light so I quickly picked up my camera and took this photo out of the car window before the light turned green!Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10037242205616251439noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841309671816725400.post-13992567344706457102008-02-06T00:50:00.000-05:002008-02-06T00:54:14.801-05:00Rolling Hills Along the Road<p></p>
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If you click on the photo and view it larger, you will see the rolling hills along this northern Ontario road. I was travelling from my sister's home near Powassan and on my way out to the highway, I was so impressed by the roller coaster effect on this road.
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It felt like a roller coaster as well!Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10037242205616251439noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841309671816725400.post-83909483341358324952008-02-01T13:41:00.001-05:002008-02-01T13:41:39.920-05:00Thank you so much!I would like to thank everyone for the outpouring of loving messages posted for our dear friend, Sue, wife of Mark Gurkin. I'm sure that when the funeral service is over today and she has time to relax and reflect in the coming days, she'll be happy to read them.
I do hope that all of you reading this will continue to leave her a message as all will be important for her to read later. I speak from experience as when my dear husband of 40 years was Promoted to Glory, I so enjoyed reading the messages of condolence sent to me during the days immediately following his homecall.
Truly, the death of a believer is a lovely event since it says in scripture, that "For to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain." (Phil 1: 21). This is how Jack, my husband felt and I, too, will be happy to be in the presence of my Lord and Saviour when the time comes for Him to call me home to himself.
Thank you once again and please continue to think of Sue and leave her messages <a href="http://patzpics.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html">here.</a>Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10037242205616251439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841309671816725400.post-21143820552253708762008-01-28T20:50:00.000-05:002008-01-28T22:34:52.568-05:00Farewell Mark!<p></p>
<span style="font-weight: bold;">All photos are Mark Gurkin's...</span>
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<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu2VAlmxwBd0pkI1eVptXiM_UvI8kNT3Wvnnhw1pQ35yfoaiacvYT01owPeDkwjkILSC43CPzoCoNDzAFwpxPOvCN7UfBdM73JIeTS4tnycVk3By8Lwu5w7GmWCXz1TP9T0nsjKI6r0w3V/s1600-h/MarkGurkin_EMB_004Aw.jpg"></a><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><b style="">Farewell to a Good Online Friend<o:p></o:p></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><b style="">Mark Gurkin </b><b style="">aka “ggraph”</b></span>
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu2VAlmxwBd0pkI1eVptXiM_UvI8kNT3Wvnnhw1pQ35yfoaiacvYT01owPeDkwjkILSC43CPzoCoNDzAFwpxPOvCN7UfBdM73JIeTS4tnycVk3By8Lwu5w7GmWCXz1TP9T0nsjKI6r0w3V/s1600-h/MarkGurkin_EMB_004Aw.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu2VAlmxwBd0pkI1eVptXiM_UvI8kNT3Wvnnhw1pQ35yfoaiacvYT01owPeDkwjkILSC43CPzoCoNDzAFwpxPOvCN7UfBdM73JIeTS4tnycVk3By8Lwu5w7GmWCXz1TP9T0nsjKI6r0w3V/s640/MarkGurkin_EMB_004Aw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160711129111412354" border="0" /></a>
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<p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">It’s always difficult to say “Farewell” to anyone when that friend reaches the end of life’s journey but when it’s a good friend, this is so much more difficult.</p><p></p><p></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">Mark Gurkin aka ggraph was a good online friend who I have never met but have spoken to on the telephone and have communicated with for almost a year.<span style=""> </span>Mark was unwell.<span style=""> </span>He was patiently waiting for a kidney-pancreas transplant which never came in time for our Mark.<span style=""> </span>He had problems with his eyesight due to difficulty while on the dialysis machine.<span style=""> </span>What a time he had!<span style=""> </span>But he always sounded upbeat and happy in his situation—even though he was going through such difficulties.</p><p></p><p></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">Our last telephone conversation was on <st1:date year="2008" day="9" month="1">January 9, 2008</st1:date> when I shared some good news of mine and he was elated to hear that news.<span style=""> </span>He was looking forward to the time when I’d be able to go to <st1:country-region><st1:place>Georgia</st1:place></st1:country-region> and meet both Sue, his wonderful wife and caregiver, and himself.</p><p></p><span style=""> </span><p></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">My last email to him was on January 13 and I was telling him of a wonderful online church service I had watched on TV that morning and here’s a bit of what I said to Mark:</p><p></p><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">“This morning, Mark, as I was getting ready for</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> church, Paul phoned me</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> from </span><st1:state><st1:place><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Virginia</span></st1:place></st1:state><span style="font-family:Verdana;">. He had just finished listening to Charles</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> Stanley's son speak on TV</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> (from </span><st1:time minute="0" hour="7"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">7 am</span></st1:time><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> to </span><st1:time minute="0" hour="8"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">8 am</span></st1:time><span style="font-family:Verdana;">). Usually, it's Charles Stanley</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> from </span><st1:city><st1:place><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Atlanta</span></st1:place></st1:city><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> but today his son, Andy, was there from a church called "North</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> Point". <span style=""> </span>Paul was so excited as he knows the area down there and he said, "Pat,</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> Andy is so close to your friend, Mark! If Mark is at exit “xx”, Andy is just down</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> at exit 10 off 400! Can you phone him and tell him that this was a wonderful</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> program today?" I told him I would write to you, Mark.</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> I'm listening to Andy Stanley as I type this Mark and he's just so wonderful</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> today.</span></span></p><p></p>
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<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">Here's the URL:</span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> </span><a href="http://www.intouch.org/site/c.dhKHIXPKIuE/b.2287421/k.944D/This_Week_on_TV.htm" target="_blank"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">http://www.intouch.org/site/c<wbr>.dhKHIXPKIuE/b.2287421/k.944D<wbr>/This_Week_on_TV.htm</span></a><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> </span></span><p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"></p><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >
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When you get to this URL,</span></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> you can click on a wee ico</span></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Verdana;">n on the screen to see it full screen, Mark. It's really good. Please let me know what you think. I wish I were closer to you and if I were, I'd drive you to his church. Apparently, it's massive and it's right off the highway near you.</span></span><p></p><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span><p></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">
<span style="font-style: italic;"> I will call you later. I must go to my church service tonight as I'm playing the organ. I had an email from Natalya and she sends you her best wishes, Mark.”</span></span></span></p><p></p><p></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" >And I added as well, <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"><span style="font-style: italic;">“</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;" >Hi Sue!</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;" > I look forward to meeting you one day. Maybe Paul will drive me to </span><st1:country-region style="font-style: italic;"><st1:place><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Georgia</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;" > someday. God bless you both and remember that my thoughts and prayers (and Paul's in</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;" > </span><st1:state style="font-style: italic;"><st1:place><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Virginia</span></st1:place></st1:state><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;" >) are being offered for you both every day. Sue, it's such a wonderful job you're doing caring for Mark. I loved every minute of my time caring for Jack and I realize now how important a job it was and only a spouse of a dialysis patient can even begin to realize what you are going through. No one else can. And only Mark can begin to know what you're going through as you care for him as Jack used to remind me all the time.</span></span></p><p></p>
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We'll chat soon. I just wanted you to know about Andy Stanley quickly as the video doesn't stay on the web site all that long. I hope you listen and watch.”</span></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p></p><p></p><p></p>
<span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" > <o:p></o:p></span><p></p> <span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihotERXvUx35KvDAHeoC5ctFXzcIa_7fiYVb3DErG25RgrORXs2gzEjwjsrADo5WHgsXVMEogvXWmozfPNwNfTUWcPN6D_UY2-Fdog0XQuaSL8nUIMspxwfIEyO_WSK1osXntnaswZdNiS/s1600-h/MarkGurkin_HS_013Wc.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihotERXvUx35KvDAHeoC5ctFXzcIa_7fiYVb3DErG25RgrORXs2gzEjwjsrADo5WHgsXVMEogvXWmozfPNwNfTUWcPN6D_UY2-Fdog0XQuaSL8nUIMspxwfIEyO_WSK1osXntnaswZdNiS/s640/MarkGurkin_HS_013Wc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160710493456252530" border="0" /></a></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihotERXvUx35KvDAHeoC5ctFXzcIa_7fiYVb3DErG25RgrORXs2gzEjwjsrADo5WHgsXVMEogvXWmozfPNwNfTUWcPN6D_UY2-Fdog0XQuaSL8nUIMspxwfIEyO_WSK1osXntnaswZdNiS/s1600-h/MarkGurkin_HS_013Wc.jpg"><p></p></a><p></p><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span class="thumb_title">Old Homestead</span><p></p><p></p><span class="thumb_title"><p></p>
</span></div><p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" >So, folks, this is where I was with my friend Mark Gurkin. <span style=""> </span>We shared much about my Heavenly Father and I told him how much Jack, my late husband, <span style=""> </span>loved the Saviour. How I wish I had been able to make the trip down to Georgia to see both him and Sue. <span style=""> </span>Mark so often said that Sue was his life and his wonderful soulmate. <span style=""> </span>He lived for Sue.<span style=""> </span>Jack was also on dialysis for 3 ½ years before he was promoted to glory and so I realize just how difficult it is to be the caregiver like Sue was to dear Mark.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"></p><p></p><p></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" >Even though Mark could hardly see, he was still out there taking photographs as often as he possibly could.<span style=""> </span>He loved covered bridges, birds and all kinds of wildlife.<span style=""> </span>He displayed many of these lovely photographs in his blog entitled, <a href="http://picforlife.blogspot.com/">Photo Life</a> </span><span style="font-size:100%;"> and on his website entitled, <a href="http://photolife.4t.com/">North Georgia Images</a></span><a href="http://photolife.4t.com/"><p></p></a> </p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">If you would</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> like to post a comment also on the Photography Café where he loved to spend time during the past year, please do.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">His family will appreciate it.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Here’s a link to a topic where the members of the Café are posting and you can simply register on the site to post your message of condolence as well.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://www.photography-cafe.com/forum/index.php?topic=5529.0">Farewell Mark aka ggraph</a> and you might like to see the photos that he uploaded in the site.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Here’s <a href="http://www.photography-cafe.com/gallery/index.php?cat=10747">his Gallery on the Café.</a></span><a href="http://www.photography-cafe.com/gallery/index.php?cat=10747"><p></p><p></p></a></p><p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">I think it’s fitting to end this little memorial to our dear blogging friend and fellow photographer by using one of his own photos from his website.</span></p><p></p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><p></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">From Mark</span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">:</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >
</span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">“I often pass by this huge American flag. </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">It's so large it takes a very windy day to get a full flag shot. While out one evening I decided to go by and see how it looked. </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">When I got there the sun was beginning to set and the clouds were really great. </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hence this image. </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">A great image for the end of the day on the 4th of July”<p></p>
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<p></p><p></p><p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;" >A great image, Mark for the end of the day on </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><st1:date year="2008" day="27" month="1"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">January 27<sup>th</sup>, 2008</span></st1:date></span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;" > </span></p><p></p><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;" ><span style=""> </span></span><p></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Our deepest sympathy to you, dear Sue, and the whole family circle of our dear friend Mark Gurkin.</span></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal">
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</span></span></p>Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10037242205616251439noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841309671816725400.post-59989391726933141842008-01-16T12:49:00.000-05:002008-01-16T18:53:31.112-05:00In God We Trust<p></p>
<span style="font-weight: bold;">I'm Canadian but...
...I found this so true.</span>
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</div>Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10037242205616251439noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841309671816725400.post-65843918450379923812008-01-15T14:18:00.001-05:002008-01-16T18:49:07.881-05:00Ohhh, I've been naughty...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRktIBotNvR1GDx6lNAgw6kSnHxDK5C0RgVcEXv0CIRKqJ5j0xuDBh9-7fv9IDYjRA2deU_u8hrmBhyfNhavgA5BMLtvEgC7iZrQ8jYoBiT6ZFQSfHoPiyPyuzObou82Qyhd1h5ModeWAV/s1600-h/DSC_0090swan.jpg"></a><p></p><p>
...I've neglected posting in here again!!!!
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I call this photo...
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Just a Drop of Water</span></span>
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Just a tiny bead of water is seen about to drip off the swan's beak! Do you see it?
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<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRktIBotNvR1GDx6lNAgw6kSnHxDK5C0RgVcEXv0CIRKqJ5j0xuDBh9-7fv9IDYjRA2deU_u8hrmBhyfNhavgA5BMLtvEgC7iZrQ8jYoBiT6ZFQSfHoPiyPyuzObou82Qyhd1h5ModeWAV/s1600-h/DSC_0090swan.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRktIBotNvR1GDx6lNAgw6kSnHxDK5C0RgVcEXv0CIRKqJ5j0xuDBh9-7fv9IDYjRA2deU_u8hrmBhyfNhavgA5BMLtvEgC7iZrQ8jYoBiT6ZFQSfHoPiyPyuzObou82Qyhd1h5ModeWAV/s640/DSC_0090swan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155785042098146386" border="0" /></a>Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10037242205616251439noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841309671816725400.post-30378508684067003712008-01-07T22:30:00.001-05:002008-01-16T18:49:39.786-05:00Snowy Tree Ornament<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVZN5AleWsmpK8HiScpi0JvhyphenhyphenuGSmn2LrQA240-UR01ZmXOWlktMO_1Z0DadBPEHMAvXKynegU5Q776YnS3Swj_1zlpX0LUGZFLEYguRxyKBBq3Rn7xFljNtXgO4nfP-zh1XwsIFwspLJ6/s1600-h/DSC_3827TreeOrnament.jpg"><p></p></a>
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After our heavy snow, these tree ornaments on this tree were still hanging on and covered with snow. I thought that they looked rather pretty.
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I guess I could call it a "Picture of Me"! HAHAHA!
<p></p>Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10037242205616251439noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841309671816725400.post-15300460435514944852008-01-03T23:55:00.001-05:002008-01-16T18:51:17.723-05:00I Met AnnaBanana!!!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">I MET ANNA!!!
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<span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >What a wonderful time I had this evening with Anna who has been visiting here in Canada from the UK and it was just great to be able to catch up with her. Whenever I meet Anna, it feels as if we've known each other forever!!!</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Anna's Mother, Anna and myself
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >This is Anna's mother, Carol, myself and Anna. It sure was a fantastic</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" > evening. Anna flies home tomorrow and I thought it was not going to be possible to get together this visit but how lovely to be able to do it.
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<span style="font-size:130%;">I hope that you'll all check out <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://ab-photoaday2007.blogspot.com/">Anna's blog</a> as her photography is second to none and I so admire it.</span>
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<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7GGDOIr5HiwdrFTE1FThBPIZrtrHfS7HaOqLmmU3Yu45dgBfU0hDdKn-nMDzbvd9xinCm-HZ6NkB8Dw6ds3L-k4e8XLbxVltf287LPKJBg9CzOkS61enZAcQLXy7tKfgx81ZD5IF-R9hp/s1600-h/DSC_3865CarolAnnaPat.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7GGDOIr5HiwdrFTE1FThBPIZrtrHfS7HaOqLmmU3Yu45dgBfU0hDdKn-nMDzbvd9xinCm-HZ6NkB8Dw6ds3L-k4e8XLbxVltf287LPKJBg9CzOkS61enZAcQLXy7tKfgx81ZD5IF-R9hp/s640/DSC_3865CarolAnnaPat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151480905046969026" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" ><p></p></span></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" ><p></p></span></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" ><p></p></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >GO</span></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >OD FRIENDS
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<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">So, here we are once more. I hope that it will not be long until we can finally meet once more. </span></span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><p></p></span></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" ><p></p></span></span>
<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Anna, so good to see you even though it was for such a short visit this time. I urge you all, if you haven't viewed </span><a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.photography-cafe.com/gallery/index.php?cat=10003">Anna's gallery</a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> on the </span><a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" href="http://photography-cafe.com/">Photography Cafe</a><span style="font-family:verdana;">, to please visit her albums and leave a comment if you're a member. If not, please feel free to register at the Cafe and make yourself right at home!</span></span>
<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" ><p></p></span></span>
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On the way to church each Sunday evening, we pass this "Gingerbread-looking" House! It's on Paisley Street, west of Edinburgh.
Don't you like it? I sure do.Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10037242205616251439noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841309671816725400.post-52479531760904193962007-12-20T00:38:00.001-05:002008-01-16T18:52:41.576-05:00Almost Nightfall in Guelph<p></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIBmtTcKl8TVwNhhwxoG8GKr0sSMvw_n84ATWZDJCkbqxubNvC9zXzPzkJmeZaNKwPDXVxThT-YYxJ_1lM8afVGArlZCM-N0DXvPYO3_SisWe0rFIW1L9fRsVqZF-Z-WOe1Jnu2wX0y4jg/s1600-h/DSC_3123AlmostNightGuelph.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIBmtTcKl8TVwNhhwxoG8GKr0sSMvw_n84ATWZDJCkbqxubNvC9zXzPzkJmeZaNKwPDXVxThT-YYxJ_1lM8afVGArlZCM-N0DXvPYO3_SisWe0rFIW1L9fRsVqZF-Z-WOe1Jnu2wX0y4jg/s640/DSC_3123AlmostNightGuelph.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145925535194570178" border="0" /></a>
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It was almost dark. The white snow was almost unseen. It was almost night. But the sky was so pretty, I decided to take a photo anyway. There were some birds chirping as they were settling down in their nests for the night but for the most part, the world was silent.
<p></p>Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10037242205616251439noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841309671816725400.post-28375789352000497232007-12-18T00:42:00.001-05:002008-01-16T18:54:22.105-05:00Nutty Chocolatier<p></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguGID9Loi69ZOvOgb4pwY38DoVSPsz2-eoo3DR2c8dEwjZY_WI8yF2gGiW0Am1XrE_891CU2rhF-Be4f3cFFlvMhsSI3984ceidC1rIjEQ0Bgqeu7nilrkxuXVE49xUGLW_Fkcns2LNaSc/s1600-h/DSC_3186NuttyChocolatier.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguGID9Loi69ZOvOgb4pwY38DoVSPsz2-eoo3DR2c8dEwjZY_WI8yF2gGiW0Am1XrE_891CU2rhF-Be4f3cFFlvMhsSI3984ceidC1rIjEQ0Bgqeu7nilrkxuXVE49xUGLW_Fkcns2LNaSc/s640/DSC_3186NuttyChocolatier.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145184442882612642" border="0" /></a>
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I love the name of this little store that is in the Old Quebec Street Mall.Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10037242205616251439noreply@blogger.com4