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      <title>50 years together</title>
      <description>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" border="0" id="tabcolumn-1" style="width: 100%; margin-bottom: 15px"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div id="column-1" usermodifiable="true" style="width: 100%"&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884534"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884535" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="5" color="#000000"&gt;Our 50th Anniversary&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884536" align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884537" align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#000000"&gt;In appreciation of my wife. My lover, best friend, supporter, encourager,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884538" align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#000000"&gt;protector, and the love of my life.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884539" align="left"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884540" align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#000000"&gt;Some things I have loved about 50 years with my wife, Jo Ann.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884541" align="left"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884542" align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#000000"&gt;Most of these are very simple pleasures and&amp;#160;might seem of little value to&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884543" align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#000000"&gt;most, but are precious to me. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884544" align="left"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884545" align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#000000"&gt;&amp;#160; The first signs of spring. New life, the end of a cold winter,new beauty, warmth, budding trees and the first sight of flowers.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884546" align="left"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884547" align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#000000"&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; A morning sunrise as it peaks it's rays through the trees and glistens&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884548" align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#000000"&gt;in the cool mist.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884549" align="left"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884550" align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#000000"&gt;&amp;#160; Christmas time. Jo Ann's favorite time of the year. Oh, I love it too. The decorations, the music, the colorful lights that twinkle in the darkness.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884551" align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#000000"&gt;Yes, I even love shopping. I love the crowds the traffic, and the smiles&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884552" align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#000000"&gt;scattered&amp;#160;about. &amp;#160;And that special time&amp;#160; we look forward&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884553" align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#000000"&gt;to when our sons and their families gather and we celebrate the joy of giving.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884554" align="left"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884555" align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#000000"&gt;&amp;#160; The beauty of the deer in our yard.&amp;#160;Their gracefulness and alertness as&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884556" align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#000000"&gt;they perk their ears at the slightest sound.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884557" align="left"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884558" align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#000000"&gt;&amp;#160; The choruses&amp;#160;and night sounds&amp;#160;of summer as the crickets, and birds,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884559" align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#000000"&gt;and other creatures fill the air with their songs.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884560" align="left"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884561" align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#000000"&gt;&amp;#160; The beauty of the Ozark mountains. We love to scan the colorful trees, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884562" align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#000000"&gt;and feast upon the wildflowers on the roadsides.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884563" align="left"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884564" align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#000000"&gt;&amp;#160; The early mornings as we enjoy a cup of coffee together, and grab a few&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884565" align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#000000"&gt;minutes to just sit, hold hands feel each others touch.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884566" align="left"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884567" align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#000000"&gt;&amp;#160; Giving what we have to others in need so their life will be better.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884568" align="left"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884569" align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#000000"&gt;&amp;#160; But the love, laughter, and fun times have also been laced with clouds of&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884570" align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#000000"&gt;sorrow, &amp;#160;and pain so deep that neither of us could speak. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884571" align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#000000"&gt;We grieved the loss of two pre-born children, but celebrated the birth of two wonderful sons.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884572" align="left"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884573" align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#000000"&gt;&amp;#160; We have both said our goodbyes to our moms and dads as we walked away from a&amp;#160;tent and new mounds of earth where they would be laid to rest.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884574" align="left"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884575" align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#000000"&gt;&amp;#160; We loved the times when we saw our sons take their first steps, and then&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884576" align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#000000"&gt;we grieved as we watched them walk away to be joined with their wives, and to bear our Grandchildren.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884577" align="left"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884578" align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#000000"&gt;&amp;#160; We have held each other up when life&amp;#160; beat us to the ground, and stretched forth our hands for our God to give new strength, and then clasped our hands together to tackle life again.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884579" align="left"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884580" align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#000000"&gt;&amp;#160; We have laughed, we have loved, we have played, and&amp;#160;lived life together.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884581" align="left"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884582" align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#000000"&gt;&amp;#160; No, we didn't just exist together, we lived a full life. And even with the dark clouds of despair, heartache, sorrow, and&amp;#160;wounds, we still loved life.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884583" align="left"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884584" align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#000000"&gt;&amp;#160; Many years ago my wife said, &amp;quot; I want us to grow old together.&amp;quot; Well,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884585" align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#000000"&gt;we've done that, and done so with no regrets.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884586" align="left"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884587" align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#000000"&gt;&amp;#160; So what do we do now? We clasp our hands together, and join our hearts&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884588" align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#000000"&gt;to our Lord and say, &amp;quot; let's go make a difference. Let's make life better for someone else, and look forward to many more years to love, to laugh, and to play.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884589" align="left"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884590" align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#000000"&gt;I love you, my dear one&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884591" align="left"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884592" align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#000000"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884593" align="left"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884594" align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#000000"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884595" align="left"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884596" align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#000000"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884597" align="left"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884598" align="left"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19884599" align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#000000"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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      <link>http://www.newdaycoaching.net/blog/2011/07/22/50-years-together.aspx</link>
      <creator xmlns="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Glenn</creator>
      <pubDate>07/22/2011 21:55:00</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.newdaycoaching.net/blog/2011/07/22/50-years-together.aspx</guid>
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      <title>The Question WHY</title>
      <description>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" border="0" id="tabcolumn-1" style="width: 100%; margin-bottom: 15px"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div id="column-1" usermodifiable="true" style="width: 100%"&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-174324193" align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-174324194" align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;May 20th, 2011&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-174324195" align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Title: Why&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-174324196" align="left"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-174324197" align="left"&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="#000000"&gt;There continues to&amp;#160;be a word that bugs me continually. Well, it's not exactly the word why, but it has all to do with &lt;i&gt;motive.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-174324198" align="left"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-174324199" align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="#000000"&gt;Why did I do that? Why did I say that? Why did I act like that, or, why did I do or say nothing at all?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-174324200" align="left"&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="#000000"&gt;Why did I do something for someone? Did I really care, or did I do it because that's what I was supposed to? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-174324201" align="left"&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="#000000"&gt;Why did I do a particular thing in my Christian service? Was it because I really have a deep love for God? Or, again, did I do it out of duty or to make myself look good in the eyes of other people?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-174324202" align="left"&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="#000000"&gt;Why did I say that? Was that really how I feel, or do I just want to gain some political points?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-174324203" align="left"&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="#000000"&gt;And, most importantly, is what I said really 100% true. Did I exaggerate? Or, again, was I trying to make myself look good by what I said?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-174324204" align="left"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-174324205" align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="#000000"&gt;As a matter of fact, &lt;b&gt;why&lt;/b&gt; Am I writing this log? To help or encourage someone, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-174324206" align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="#000000"&gt;or perhaps to ask God to cleanse my motives. I really hope it is the later.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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      <creator xmlns="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Glenn Taylor</creator>
      <pubDate>05/20/2011 17:05:00</pubDate>
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