I got Tagged...

1. What is your name?: Debi
2. A 4 letter word: Deep
3. A boy's name: Dan
4. A girl's name: Dvora
5. An occupation: There are several good ones in Wikipedia so here's my favs :

Dancer, Deputy, Dentist, Detective, DICTATOR :), Diplomat, Dispatcher, Doctor of a lot of different things, Dog breeder, dog Catcher, dog walker, dressmaker, and dustman (the last two are reviving pleasant memories of Our Mutual Friend :) )
6. A color: Denim
7. Something you wear: Docs
8. A Food: Dill Pickles
9. Something found in the bathroom: Dirt
10. A place: Denver
11. A reason for being late: Distractions
12. Something you shout: Down! Get Down!!
13. A movie title: Durango
14. Something you drink: Dr Pepper - I prefer Root Beer
15. An animal: Dachund
16. A song title: Do you hear the people sing?
17. A verb: Danced, dodged,

Living Arrangments...

There are many places I dream of living.... the city is not one of them...nasty, smelly place that it is (sorry to any city dwellers)
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On the sea.....

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In the mountains....
Colorado...

the sky is so expansive...and Blue! Brilliant Blue from one horizon to another...

the Smokey mountains....

we drove through these...oh about 5 or 6 years back. Yeah I could definitetly live there....

Georgia....
who doesn't like Southern Hospitality?

Texas...I know so many nice texans.....never been to the state yet...but I will !

But I have been to Nebraska! And Nebraska will always be special to me...
Nebraska to me is Summer laughs...warm nights...and farm week :)
Who doesn't like small town Nebraska?

But Wisconsin.....I willingly live in Wisconsin....
the Beauty....

the community....i love living in a farm community. Good work ethic :)

and the cold Winters....


















that make you love the Spring even more.

A finished project...

So I moved into a new room.....more than a year ago. And I've kinda always wanted to make it mine...not my stuff in my sister's room. So about a month ago I asked Susie to use her artistic brain and help me figure out a 'theme' for my room and she did :) So we painted, and stored all the wrong colored nick-nacks in my closet, and bought a new comforter...and I finally hung the last pictures last week in honor of my best friend coming :)So I thought I'd post pictures!

Without further ado....
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My absolutely GORGEOUS hope chest made by my Grandpa.
It was one of the inspiring pieces for the theme in my room...it was my 'Victorian' influence.
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My Books!! I love my books...I just got a copy of Our Mutual Friend by Charles Dickens. Guess what I've been reading??
So that was an influence Susie considered...
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And there on the wall you see my 'Howdy' twisted out of barbed wire.
Susie classified it as my 'Ranch' influence.
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This is my Jerusalem Wall.
My grandpa's the artist of the Jerusalem Skyline and the Wailing Wall.
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I call this "My Family Tree" and Dad calls my wall color "Burnt Rose".

That's a cot in front of my bookself. It's waiting for my friend to come use it again.
See my night stand Kristi? The fabric and ribbon works great I think....


so that's it. my project. my room....I feel accomplished. I actually finished something artistic :)

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A Week of Love...The Challenge

"I have always found in my life that the more I truly know a person, the more I have been priviliged to share in their deepest pain and joy, the more there was for me to love of that person. Underneath each of our well groomed images there lives a very lovable person who finds this hard to believe. That person is you and me. A majestic unique creation of our Heavenly Father, whose intrinsic value and worth lies in the  fact that He loves us and accepts us as imperfect people.

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'I have nothing to offer anyone....except myself.

Me, such a forgettable figure...of nothing;

Which runs through life laughing...at the wrong time,

Who cannot convey a serious thought...without sounding false,

Who is really afraid of people...not taking her seriously.

A person searching for another...who understands,

What she is like and...wants her, inspite of herself.

A person who will be brave enough to LOVE HER...

.. when she cannot love herself.'

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The Father's love for is was so completly overwhelming that He sent His Son into this world too die for us and rise again for our justifciation. Now, because He lives, we live also. But only because He lives!

Galatians 2:20 " I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me; and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me." This is the secret of our new power. We are closest to the heart of our Lord Jesus and His Kingdom of Grace when we realize that we too have been crucified with Him and now live our life in the flesh as one who is free to love nad give himself for others. And in this self-giving of our love to others, we fulfill His new Commandment to love one another as He has loved us.

Someone is out there waiting for you today. 

Waiting for you to love them as you have been loved and 

as you have been now commanded to love.

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The Love in Your Heart

Wasn't put there to stay

Love isn't Love, Till You Give It Away

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Do you Love Me? 

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You Told Me Once.

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But I Forgot.

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A Week of Love...a poem

" Be reckless, free and open with your love. Our two children need more love than either I or my wife are able to give. They also need your love to be whole in life. Let me illustrate this by telling you a story from the life of Toyohiko Kagawa, the late Japanese Christian who made so many important contributions to religious education in Japan. On one occasion, in the slums of Japan, he found a baby who had been thrown away. It was customary then to throw babies away when parents couldn't take care of them. When he saw this little baby girl in the filth of the gutter, he picked her up and took her to his home. He called her, for lack of knowing her real name, Little Ishi (It means Rock or Stone--Debi) He knew the child was dying, she was cold and struggled for each breath. He held the little child in his arms and wept. And as his warm tears of love fell upon the child's face, they shocked her back to life. He then sat down and wrote this poem.

'I am sodden with sleep
But I wake with my starling's fretful cries.
Thin dirty little baby
Wailing with pain all the while.
She is ill, Little Ishi-
Life has abused her so.
Safe from the one who meant to kill,
Fever has made her low.
Through the night I laboured to save her.
We two are all alone.
Sharp in the fearful stillness,
The neighbor's clock struck one.
Why is the world so cruel?
Seen with Ishi's eyes,
The earth and all the things in it
Is a mountain pile of ice.
Oh, to be taught what to do.
Men are consoled by their women,
But this scrap in my heart lies shriveled-
Dull from the junk heap.
And the strong man who holds her cries.
Why are you quiet, Ishi?
Why are your eyes shut? Why?
Wait, oh wait, little sick one.
It is too soon for you to die.
Cry again, Little Ishi. 
Cry once more, once more.
What will it take to make you wake?
For I cannot let you go.
I call but you do not hear me.
I clasp you, but you do not move.
It is not to pain I would bring you again.
There is love in the world. There is love
Will she not cry?
Here in my close embrace, I kiss her wan lips-
growning grayer. My drawn face touches her face.
Fast are my frightened tears falling,
Falling on Ishi's eyes.
With her cold, still tears, they are mingled
Oh, God! At Last! She cries.'

Because of the love of this one man, the little child lived. Someone has said, and rightly so, that the only problem with all our love is that it has been either too late or too small. Now is the time as the committed people of our Lord Jesus to correct our smallness to match His Bigness.