<?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-8404873781664466115</id><updated>2012-02-08T10:01:59.256-08:00</updated><category term='How do I love myself'/><category term='how do I value my kids'/><category term='finances'/><category term='Bohemian Bowmans Plank Pulling'/><category term='Friday Flashback'/><category term='Books and Videos'/><category term='In the Bible'/><category term='New Year&apos;s'/><category term='Encouraging words'/><category term='Say Something Positive'/><category term='I can&apos;t do anything'/><category term='God Laughs'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='projects'/><category term='Eric Folden'/><category term='friends and family'/><category term='Nicaragua'/><category term='lessons from my children'/><category term='why can&apos;t I have everything I want'/><category term='How long do I have to wait'/><category term='Tips for a happy marriage'/><category term='The Better Mom'/><category term='Honoring the father of your children'/><category term='Laughing and Loving'/><category term='Beauty and Self Image'/><category term='Ann Voskamp'/><category term='Randomness'/><category term='Radical'/><category term='Why Does God'/><category term='my daughter won&apos;t get ready for school'/><category term='frustration'/><category term='Home improvement'/><category term='skin cancer - melanoma'/><category term='Thank God'/><category term='I want a smart phone'/><category term='Changing my family&apos;s life'/><category term='God&apos;s love'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Compassion'/><category term='Women Living Well'/><category term='faith'/><category term='Make a list'/><category term='I&apos;m frustrated with my husband'/><category term='Teenage Angst'/><category term='I hate myself'/><category term='I am not a good mom'/><category term='Giving'/><category term='God&apos;s will'/><category term='I&apos;m not trying'/><category term='To Do Tuesday'/><category term='Ten Commandments'/><category term='WFMW'/><category term='My favorite part of summer'/><category term='Living'/><category term='ideas for Fathers Day'/><category term='Jenna Folden'/><category term='God&apos;s plan'/><category term='5 Minute Friday Challenge'/><category term='Money motivates me'/><category term='Thrifty tips'/><category term='My husband loves his family'/><title type='text'>This Treasured Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Finding the Hidden Treasures in Life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>462</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-1620006428534649434</id><published>2012-02-08T09:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T09:43:08.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen</title><summary type='text'>I don’t even know what led to my anger.  Was it the suffocation of being “trapped” at home for a full week?  Was it because my children and husband, who have somewhere to go every day could not understand why I wanted to go somewhere when they wanted to stay home? Was it because I found myself doing the same thing I do every day? Does it really matter? I grabbed my purse, said “I’m leaving” and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/1620006428534649434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/1620006428534649434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2012/02/listen.html' title='Listen'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-5505426633557394238</id><published>2012-02-07T09:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T09:49:41.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TDT–Rearranging the…. KITCHEN?</title><summary type='text'>Oh, but yes, I did. I rearranged my kitchen. My kitchen is small. It’s cramped. It is about 15 feet X 14 feet, and then you have to take out all that space for the dining table (we don’t have a separate dining area), refrigerator, cabinetry, and kitchen island. It left us enough space to walk, but not if someone else was already there.  As I have said 5 million times before, our floors were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/5505426633557394238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/5505426633557394238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2012/02/tdtrearranging-kitchen.html' title='TDT–Rearranging the…. KITCHEN?'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-sow5Sr2paE8/TzFkJM-VM6I/AAAAAAAAA9A/e1LlnpOid9I/s72-c/New%252520location%252520of%252520microwave_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-3504763585530117367</id><published>2012-02-01T21:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T21:28:07.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions from a Mom Who Cooks</title><summary type='text'>I love to cook. I like the whole process, from meal planning to list making to grocery shopping, to prepping to cooking to serving. It is so worth it when my family is satisfied and truly, I really enjoy it.  It hasn’t always been and I have a few confessions:  The first meal I made for my then boyfriend, now husband was a TOTAL FLOP. It was some pasta with fennel. I had never used fennel before </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/3504763585530117367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/3504763585530117367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2012/02/confessions-from-mom-who-cooks.html' title='Confessions from a Mom Who Cooks'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-4992637250624103464</id><published>2012-01-31T09:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T09:52:10.829-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='To Do Tuesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home improvement'/><title type='text'>To Do Tuesday–Remember When?</title><summary type='text'>Yeah.  Remember when I used to have a To Do Tuesday series? Then stuff happened and I took a sanity break from blogging. I may have taken a sanity break from life as well, but there are some things that don’t need to be shared.  Well, things are looking up over here. I started out my year thinking this is the year that I would really be focusing on health. We have been eating different and better</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/4992637250624103464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/4992637250624103464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2012/01/to-do-tuesdayremember-when.html' title='To Do Tuesday–Remember When?'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-pE7gpoa_hIM/TygqPxMyAzI/AAAAAAAAA8A/2oLA5VU23YQ/s72-c/IMG_1266_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-7212082206456788552</id><published>2012-01-30T09:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T08:53:36.189-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my daughter won&apos;t get ready for school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am not a good mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Better Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><title type='text'>Smooth Mornings</title><summary type='text'>Mornings go well at my house. I get up at 6:30, grab some coffee, start some laundry and make lunches. My 12 year old and I spend time talking about our day, our week, what’s on our minds.  Then my two youngest children get up. Mornings rarely go well after that. They stumble to the computer, or the tv. They order breakfast. They stumble back to whichever electronic device has caught their eye.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/7212082206456788552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/7212082206456788552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2012/01/smooth-mornings.html' title='Smooth Mornings'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-a57x7Hx8wK0/TybRm7fcd9I/AAAAAAAAA7c/k-6I6De9lP4/s72-c/To%252520do%252520list%252520for%252520kids_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-5529415367473609307</id><published>2012-01-24T20:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T20:29:53.535-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WFMW'/><title type='text'>What’s for Dinner?</title><summary type='text'>“What’s for dinner?”, they ask every day.  Times five.  I’m human and I grow weary answering the same question over and over and over and over and OVER.  I tried to write the menu on paper, but somehow, it always ended up on the floor, trampled, soggy, dirty.  I realized I LOVE dry erase markers. A lot. In a house of only 1200 square feet, and a family of six I have to be super selective about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/5529415367473609307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/5529415367473609307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2012/01/whats-for-dinner.html' title='What’s for Dinner?'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-hpqSSRATmqw/Tx-BZ3FAEFI/AAAAAAAAA7M/KCSMt66SOiM/s72-c/Refrigerator_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-5855413426733242393</id><published>2012-01-24T09:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T09:06:32.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>His Provision</title><summary type='text'>I know that God provides. I have been a party to it, I have been a part of it. I have seen provision and miracles come from near impossible situations, times when there was “no way”.  Yet, I still worry. Will He provide? Will we survive this trial? Are we going to make it? Will He be there?  I know He will and I know we will, but I still doubt. I fret, I fear, I wring my hands and I worry.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/5855413426733242393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/5855413426733242393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2012/01/his-provision.html' title='His Provision'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-3729003441099425431</id><published>2012-01-12T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T00:01:00.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Worth More</title><summary type='text'>I was doing it again. Wondering why. Judging myself harshly. Then saying “I’m a great person, what happened? Why can’t they see this?” I quickly closed what I was looking at, and zoomed over to check my email. There was a comment on a post, that had previously not been commented on.  It was as if it was a reminder from God.  I clicked over to read Reminder: Remember your worth again.  It WAS a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/3729003441099425431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/3729003441099425431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2012/01/i-am-worth-more.html' title='I am Worth More'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-2989392833109870015</id><published>2012-01-10T21:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T13:00:25.572-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WFMW'/><title type='text'>Organizing My Day</title><summary type='text'>By nature I am the least organized and most scatter brained person that I know. I admire my super cool friend, FM, who knows exactly when we had coffee last YEAR, because “it’s on the calendar”. I have a hard time knowing where I am supposed to be tomorrow, let alone where I was a year ago.  Lately, however, I have really felt the need to organize my days. I did a quick search of the internet and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/2989392833109870015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/2989392833109870015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2012/01/organizing-my-day.html' title='Organizing My Day'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-VdXIsUS1FE4/Tw0h4MbxgVI/AAAAAAAAA6s/OcLsCt6jIyc/s72-c/photo%252520%2525282%252529_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-7831793229374368798</id><published>2012-01-09T09:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T09:08:08.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a Break</title><summary type='text'>I’ve taken a little break from writing. The “funny” thing is, I don’t really know why. I love to write. It’s therapeutic for me. It helps me to sort out the mess in my mind. It has brought clarity to life issues that I often face. Yet, I stopped doing it.  I told myself that I had nothing to write about, but honestly, I have a running list in my head of things I *could* write about. I even have a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/7831793229374368798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/7831793229374368798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2012/01/break.html' title='a Break'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-8637979291683451065</id><published>2011-12-30T16:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T16:41:17.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top of 2011 and Plans for 2012</title><summary type='text'>Thank you, thank you, my dear readers for, well reading. :) 2011 has been a great year. We have been stretched. We have been blessed. We have grown and we have changed. We also lost 3 appliances, a vehicle, our sanity…. oh wait.  Here are the Top 5 posts this year:  How to Really Bless your Spouse  Why does God Make Ugly People? 1,881 Reasons I do not have a smart phone I didn’t Even Try Teaching</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/8637979291683451065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/8637979291683451065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/12/top-of-2011-and-plans-for-2012.html' title='Top of 2011 and Plans for 2012'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-8717586095905236399</id><published>2011-12-14T21:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T21:45:30.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hands</title><summary type='text'> I’ve been having a hard time. These words speak to me: It's hard to stand on shifting sandIt's hard to shine in the shadows of the nightYou can't be free if you don't reach for helpYou cant love if you don’t love yourself I’ve been relying too much on the hope of someone loving me. I’ve been standing on shifting sand. I’m not reaching for help.  Will I be free?  There is hope when my faith runs </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/8717586095905236399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/8717586095905236399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/12/hands.html' title='Hands'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-8zebO2fjndI/TumE8LxbmlI/AAAAAAAAA6g/O_qvzSzsCDo/s72-c/videod5e9e93d4379%25255B22%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-6005119081969097958</id><published>2011-12-12T13:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T13:59:10.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminder: Remember your Worth</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I let things that are going on in my life define me. I get angry and sad and I cry, because I MUST be a loser. I try to figure out “what’s wrong with me”. I forget. I forget that God Himself has said that I am more:  Psalm 139:14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made….. and Ephesians 1:11-12 In him we were also chosen, having been predestined according to the plan of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/6005119081969097958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/6005119081969097958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/12/reminder-remember-your-worth.html' title='Reminder: Remember your Worth'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-eTqeLQuyq9k/TuZ5LfsAtEI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/N7VelW6XRv0/s72-c/video62b17a0a8feb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-5754255692686550684</id><published>2011-11-18T07:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T07:56:38.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Better</title><summary type='text'>Most everyone has heard about Penn State and Jerry Sandusky. If not, a quick Google search will bring you up to speed. What Sandusky is accused of is horrifying. It makes us want to shelter our children even more from the horrors of the world. It’s disconcerting when that horror is experienced at the hands of a well respected member of society.  Then there is Joe Paterno. Someone who knew what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/5754255692686550684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/5754255692686550684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/11/most-everyone-has-heard-about-penn.html' title='No Better'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-3128299894837489934</id><published>2011-11-10T12:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T12:52:38.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Public Service Announcement</title><summary type='text'>It’s that time of the year when some insane people are starting their Christmas shopping. It’s the first year ever, but I have already bought 2 of the 4 kids presents. Much easier because I told them they are only getting one. That’s what happens when all your appliances, shower faucet handles and hall bathroom faucet break in the same year.  So I found this good deal on a DSI! Shhhhhh. You know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/3128299894837489934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/3128299894837489934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/11/public-service-announcement.html' title='A Public Service Announcement'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-8388464140038336905</id><published>2011-11-09T11:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T11:51:05.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>37 Things</title><summary type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY! (to me)  To celebrate…. I am going to share 37 things about me:   I was born in 1974.  My parents are still married.  I have been married for 13 years.   We have 4 kids.   Two dogs  And a cat.   I wear hearing aids in both ears. I have been partially deaf since birth.   I went to Nicaragua in 2009. It changed my life.   We sponsor 4 Compassion children. They live in El Salvador, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/8388464140038336905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/8388464140038336905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/11/37-things.html' title='37 Things'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-1401404477158920085</id><published>2011-11-08T09:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T09:05:22.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have we Arrived?</title><summary type='text'>No we have not.  Chad and I have been building a relationship for 16 years. 13 of those years, we have been married. After 16 years of relationship building, some might think we have it figured out.  Um, no. We don’t.  We still don’t get it. We argue, we nitpick, we get irritated. Seriously, the other week we had an argument about whether one of us had SHUT the door or CLOSED the door.  Can you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/1401404477158920085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/1401404477158920085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/11/have-we-arrived.html' title='Have we Arrived?'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-6237748522482975898</id><published>2011-11-01T15:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T15:14:03.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am that idiot</title><summary type='text'>I can’t count the number times someone has said “You wouldn’t believe the IDIOT in front of me at the store”; “Oh, my gosh, there was an IDIOT using the ATM”; or “someone cut me off in traffic, what an IDIOT”.  What is an idiot? An idiot is an utterly foolish or senseless person.  Those idiots you encounter every day? I am that idiot.  I am the idiot that looked left, looked right and looked left</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/6237748522482975898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/6237748522482975898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/11/i-am-that-idiot.html' title='I am that idiot'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-6120986355720342740</id><published>2011-10-31T09:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T09:34:02.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy</title><summary type='text'>Another weekend… gone. Where did it go? Well, it all started with the dishwasher that flooded my kitchen in May. 3 weeks ago, we finally replace that. Only because the stove had stopped working too, and we got a killer deal from someone on Craigslist for a dishwasher AND stove.  I kid you not. We got the stove in, we got the dishwasher hooked up and the refrigerator said “WHEW! I’ve been holding </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/6120986355720342740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/6120986355720342740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/10/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-3548925961677745761</id><published>2011-10-18T13:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T13:39:14.811-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Changing my family&apos;s life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons from my children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How long do I have to wait'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how do I value my kids'/><title type='text'>The past is the past</title><summary type='text'>Last night while my husband and son were at boy scouts, my girls and I cuddled up on the couch to watch Sarah’s Choice. (I knew the content before hand and I was okay with my girls, ranging in age from 6 – 18 seeing it) It was a great opportunity to talk about unplanned pregnancy, choices, decisions, and the rest of your life. I have often told each of my kids “Sometimes you have to give up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/3548925961677745761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/3548925961677745761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/10/past-is-past.html' title='The past is the past'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-4647532920411973545</id><published>2011-10-17T09:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T09:15:58.495-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Compassion'/><title type='text'>Giving</title><summary type='text'>It was March 2010. Things were, let’s say, not good.  We had a ton of medical bills, our mortgage was late, our car, (or was it the van?), had just died. Chad had been forced to take a pay cut one year earlier, and we were hurting in the worst way possible.  Which is why it was so odd, when I felt God tell me “Sponsor a child”. Odd. Crazy. Insane. Financial suicide. Over and over, I heard it. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/4647532920411973545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/4647532920411973545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/10/giving.html' title='Giving'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-765876473467502100</id><published>2011-10-16T22:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T05:13:57.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears</title><summary type='text'>It's 10:30pm. I am sitting here alone. Tears streaming down my face. Music in my ears. Pain and frustration in my heart 

It's been one of those days. One of those days where I knew I shouldn't say the thing(s) I wanted to say. And I did it anyway. One of those days I could hear God whispering in my ear "you can't love them on your own today, let me do it". And I told him no. A day when I knew I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/765876473467502100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/765876473467502100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/10/tears.html' title='Tears'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-5641871132632256076</id><published>2011-10-11T09:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T09:26:05.089-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My husband loves his family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Honoring the father of your children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Not Just Raisin Bran</title><summary type='text'>My husband and I have a running joke. I tell him “I’m not making you breakfast tomorrow”. He says “That’s fine, I’ll eat Raisin Bran”. And I think “not on your life! You will have eggs, bacon and biscuits and YOU WILL LOVE IT”.  When I serve him his breakfast, I ask “Do you ever wish you could just have Raisin Bran?” and he correctly answers “Oh, no, this will do”. Yes. Every. Single. Day. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/5641871132632256076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/5641871132632256076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/10/not-just-raisin-bran.html' title='Not Just Raisin Bran'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-7359385360995622232</id><published>2011-10-03T12:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T12:57:42.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are not failures</title><summary type='text'>This morning he tells me that he feels like a failure.  We don’t have a dishwasher.  Our stove/ oven stopped working a week ago.  Our kitchen floor still hasn’t been replaced.  “If I was doing what I should be doing, we would be better off”. Maybe. But then I opened up my bible study for today.  Collosians 3:2 - Set your minds on things above, not on earthly things Perfect timing. Our value is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/7359385360995622232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/7359385360995622232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/10/we-are-not-failures.html' title='We are not failures'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-5871475826043487637</id><published>2011-09-30T09:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T09:29:10.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don’t think</title><summary type='text'>I don’t think I am:  fat ugly stupid uncompassionate a bad wife a bad mother a bad person a bad Christian poor In fact, I look in the mirror and I LIKE what I see. I look at my heart and I like what I see. I look at my life and I LOVE what I see.  God tells me I was made in His image. (a plug for Bohemian Bowman’s husband!) So I KNOW that I am not any of those things.  So what’s the problem? I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/5871475826043487637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/5871475826043487637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/09/i-dont-think.html' title='I don’t think'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-444926184365091753</id><published>2011-09-23T09:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T09:15:39.361-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Make a list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living'/><title type='text'>3 Things I Love to Do</title><summary type='text'>I am a busy person. I am a wife, a mom, a volunteer and I am ME. It’s hard to find time to do the things I love, but there are 3 things that love to do. These things bring me great satisfaction. They are:  Take those pretty pieces of 12 X 12 papers and fashion them into:  Beaded necklaces. I have an Etsy shop! I love to build things:   My headboard!  Built in book shelves behind the girls’ </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/444926184365091753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/444926184365091753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/09/3-things-i-love-to-do.html' title='3 Things I Love to Do'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-lhlyFBzDtNE/TnywiV0RuSI/AAAAAAAAA5c/3iofYzWK5lw/s72-c/IMG_1482_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-147752900319262595</id><published>2011-09-22T09:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T09:19:35.718-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In the Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m frustrated with my husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Honoring the father of your children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>It’s the most ______ time of the year</title><summary type='text'>Summer has ended, fall is beginning. The kids are back in school. Teachers have stocked up on Kleenex and hand sanitizer. (with a lot of help from their students!) So, why oh, why am I so sick? It started with the middle school child. Surprise, surprise! I thought the elementary students were supposed to be the germ carrying kids? Now she has given it to me.  I’m sick! I know what’s coming. No </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/147752900319262595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/147752900319262595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/09/its-most-time-of-year.html' title='It’s the most ______ time of the year'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-2490145614282817926</id><published>2011-09-21T11:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T11:43:27.998-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends and family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money motivates me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Where I was, Where I am</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I am pretty hard on myself for our financial situation. We don’t have as much money in the bank as I would like. We don’t even have as much money left over at the end of the month as I would like.  But then I remember where we were a year ago.   Most of our utilities were late, some were in the shut off notice stage.  Our mortgage was over 30 days late.  We had several medical bills in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/2490145614282817926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/2490145614282817926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/09/where-i-was-where-i-am.html' title='Where I was, Where I am'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-1343196982103395705</id><published>2011-09-14T14:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T14:29:46.462-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thrifty tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money motivates me'/><title type='text'>Savvy Shopping down the Drain</title><summary type='text'>I consider myself to be a “savvy” shopper. I coupon. I only buy things on sale. I bulk together my errands, so I am not going into one part of town multiple times. I like to group my trips, so I am only going once a week.  So I was excited today to be cleaning for a friend, because she lives right next to my favorite local (as in NOT A CHAIN) grocery store. They sell local and organic products. A</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/1343196982103395705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/1343196982103395705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/09/savvy-shopping-down-drain.html' title='Savvy Shopping down the Drain'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-7606767285119395032</id><published>2011-09-13T12:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T12:42:19.150-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends and family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='To Do Tuesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><title type='text'>Overwhelmed and Under Motivated</title><summary type='text'>I have a to do list THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS long.  Well, it would be that long if I wrote it down, but that’s not my style. Everything I need to do is right here. &lt;points to temple&gt;  I am hardly getting anything on my to-do list done. I am trying, but it seems like my days are getting sucked up with laundry, dishes, cleaning, grocery shopping. My gosh, I feel like I am always </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/7606767285119395032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/7606767285119395032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/09/overwhelmed-and-under-motivated.html' title='Overwhelmed and Under Motivated'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-dS4YskbJAdY/Tm-yGmMV-BI/AAAAAAAAA5U/ksi0WZGvoXs/s72-c/photo_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-7357528058895549154</id><published>2011-09-08T09:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T09:30:05.675-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends and family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In the Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>When I need a Friend</title><summary type='text'>My husband and I have an inside joke around here. He will say “How is so and so?” and I will say “Well, things must be good, because I haven’t heard from them/ him/ her in a while”. I love to give advice, I love to tell people what I see from my perspective. Sometimes it seems that I’m the forgotten friend until someone needs a listening ear, a shoulder to cry on, advice, etc. For the most part, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/7357528058895549154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/7357528058895549154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/09/when-i-need-friend.html' title='When I need a Friend'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-3909413670716132885</id><published>2011-09-07T13:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T13:14:13.663-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>Things of a random nature</title><summary type='text'>It used to be so easy for me. The words would come and I would type them out on this screen. Lately, when I sit down to write, though, my friend, Anx I Ety keeps me from going forward. Anx is not a very good friend.  I have been writing. A lot. I just haven’t published them. Most of them, I haven’t shown to anyone but my husband.  In other news, things are great with my husband and me.  The last </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/3909413670716132885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/3909413670716132885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/09/things-of-random-nature.html' title='Things of a random nature'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-6467224637566978577</id><published>2011-08-22T12:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T12:29:06.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My FIRST love</title><summary type='text'>Today is my 13th anniversary.  I married the guy in black. The guy behind me, in the white, well, yeah, he was my “maid of honor”. “Always the bridesmaid, never the bride”, he said.  I think today is the best day EVER to talk about my first love. Don’t you? Chad and I watched the movie Unanswered Prayers over the weekend. Small towns, first loves, reconciliation. It made me ask Chad “Did that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/6467224637566978577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/6467224637566978577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/08/my-first-love.html' title='My FIRST love'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-C3lrZbNG-DM/TlKuAd8fQTI/AAAAAAAAA5M/HtCFndMo6Yg/s72-c/Amy_s%252520Wedding%25255B2%25255D_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-7621805605631100431</id><published>2011-08-18T09:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T09:47:18.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words</title><summary type='text'>Writing is my therapy. Words a balm to my soul. When I can’t think, when I can’t articulate, I write. But sometimes, the words don’t come.  I flip through my bible, and I read through my notes looking for something. Anything to grasp on to and pull me out of despair and anxiety, worry and troubles. I try to pray, but the pit in my stomach overcomes me.  I know, that if this is the worst thing to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/7621805605631100431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/7621805605631100431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/08/words.html' title='Words'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-6328750059060973624</id><published>2011-08-16T10:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T10:17:44.237-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God Laughs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My favorite part of summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am not a good mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m frustrated with my husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tips for a happy marriage'/><title type='text'>Road Trip Hell</title><summary type='text'>We bought a new rig. My husband was itching to take it somewhere. We thought about the beach. But then he told me the story of the kid that almost drowned. Then I remembered that I had bought a family membership to a museum two hours south of us. It had been paid for months ago, so we were only out gas money. There is nothing like getting ready for a road trip to make me realize that I don’t want</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/6328750059060973624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/6328750059060973624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/08/road-trip-hell.html' title='Road Trip Hell'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-5360060002054435704</id><published>2011-08-11T09:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T09:55:54.764-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s plan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons from my children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s love'/><title type='text'>A Bee Sting and a Life Lesson</title><summary type='text'>My son got stung by a bee the other day. I must not love him. How could I have let this happen?  Well…. He had been told. They have ALL be told. “Wear your shoes”. Two of my children have been stung in the foot in the past. They know what can happen when they don’t wear their shoes.  I don’t tell them to wear their shoes because I want to be a dictator or because I want to rule their lives. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/5360060002054435704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/5360060002054435704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/08/bee-sting-and-life-lesson.html' title='A Bee Sting and a Life Lesson'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-263862443567747842</id><published>2011-08-03T06:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T06:46:47.735-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends and family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home improvement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m frustrated with my husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Honoring the father of your children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tips for a happy marriage'/><title type='text'>Teaching my husband a lesson</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes my husband doesn’t meet my needs.  He watches tv when I want to talk to him.  He forgets to take out the garbage. He doesn’t know that I need a hug, I have to ask for one.  He can walk by a sink of dishes or a basket of laundry without hesitation.  In the early years of marriage, this was frustrating. I would read and research and ask friends and family for advice. I have dealt with his</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/263862443567747842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/263862443567747842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/08/teaching-my-husband-lesson.html' title='Teaching my husband a lesson'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-3409872454843653397</id><published>2011-07-24T14:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T14:33:28.693-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends and family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am not a good mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons from my children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughing and Loving'/><title type='text'>Stellar Parenting… or Not</title><summary type='text'>My kids are a constant reminder that I am not a perfect parent. Every day they show me that I never will be. Especially if we grade MY parenting on what comes out of their sweet little mouths.  Dinner is always one of those events in our home. We join at the table every night. We pray. We talk. We laugh. Okay, they laugh, hysterically. I roll my eyes, wondering how I have managed to raise </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/3409872454843653397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/3409872454843653397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/07/stellar-parenting-or-not.html' title='Stellar Parenting… or Not'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-7604327392825421685</id><published>2011-07-22T15:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T15:26:31.882-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why can&apos;t I have everything I want'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends and family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home improvement'/><title type='text'>6 Reasons My Kitchen Floor is Better than Yours</title><summary type='text'>I’m not really counting, but I have been without a REAL kitchen floor for 121 days. One Hundred. Twenty One. Days. Without a real kitchen floor.  I still love my kitchen island!   Sometimes it bugs me. I don’t live in a farm house, but it appears that I do. I just can’t imagine entertaining friends in my kitchen (but sometimes I do).  Someday I really want to live in a farmhouse. However, today, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/7604327392825421685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/7604327392825421685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/07/6-reasons-my-kitchen-floor-is-better.html' title='6 Reasons My Kitchen Floor is Better than Yours'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-lq5H0Xln-gQ/Tin5EmjVLKI/AAAAAAAAA4w/ZiaTsJJg54g/s72-c/IMG_1266_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-4544916931054148698</id><published>2011-07-21T11:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T11:28:34.237-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Changing my family&apos;s life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In the Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am not a good mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons from my children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how do I value my kids'/><title type='text'>She and I</title><summary type='text'>Romans 3:23 -  For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God.  She is not the exception. And neither am I.  “Everyone needs compassion, love that’s never failing.” (Mighty to Save, Laura Story) She is not the exception. And neither am I.  Matthew 18:21-22 ESV Then Peter came up and said to him, “Lord, how often will my brother sin against me, and I forgive him? As many as seven times?” (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/4544916931054148698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/4544916931054148698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/07/she-and-i.html' title='She and I'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-8279323177688901210</id><published>2011-07-19T04:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T04:56:18.576-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Changing my family&apos;s life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends and family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My husband loves his family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how do I value my kids'/><title type='text'>My husband, My son</title><summary type='text'>The other day I thanked my husband for all the time and energy that he invests into the life of our son. He said “It’s what I am supposed to do”. True, but a lot of people don’t do what they are supposed to do. When I found out that our fourth (and supposedly final) child would be a girl, I knew my son needed something. He would be the only boy in a house full of tears, drama and tiaras. I wanted</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/8279323177688901210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/8279323177688901210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/07/my-husband-my-son.html' title='My husband, My son'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-TVYwCiV_2IE/TiVwuQO7JPI/AAAAAAAAA3w/GWPeG2g7BzA/s72-c/IMG_1183_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-1965348006052783613</id><published>2011-07-14T17:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T17:39:44.003-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Changing my family&apos;s life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why can&apos;t I have everything I want'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons from my children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money motivates me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Compassion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giving'/><title type='text'>Give me more</title><summary type='text'>This is my Friday post. Ignore the fact that I posted it on Thursday. It’s quiet here and it was too good of an opportunity to pass up!  My kids have everything they NEED to live.   Food Clothes Education Shelter Safety They also have many things that wouldn’t meet the criteria of NEED, but definitely brings joy to their lives. Even if it’s short term joy. (hello, CHOCOLATE!) Why, then, do they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/1965348006052783613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/1965348006052783613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/07/give-me-more.html' title='Give me more'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-8719679348059768379</id><published>2011-07-13T10:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T10:27:13.313-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why can&apos;t I have everything I want'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s plan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In the Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How long do I have to wait'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><title type='text'>Sarah and Abraham</title><summary type='text'>I love Sarah, FKA Sarai. Who doesn’t love a woman who can laugh at God? And live to tell about it? Sarah had born no children to Abraham. Instead of resting in God’s promises, she told Abraham to go sleep with her maidservant, Hagar, in the hopes she would bear a child. And she did. And it caused all kinds of problems. Hagar didn’t respect Sarah. Even though Sarah TOLD Abraham to sleep with Hagar</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/8719679348059768379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/8719679348059768379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/07/sarah-and-abraham.html' title='Sarah and Abraham'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-627927343394013523</id><published>2011-07-11T10:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T10:44:56.898-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends and family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My husband loves his family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tips for a happy marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Heart to Heart</title><summary type='text'>In a world of easy accessibility, I often forget that my marriage comes with a build in confidante and best friend. It is easy to shoot off an email or a text message, post a blog and update a status. It is harder to look someone in the eyes and say “My feelings got hurt today”.  Now that I am aware of that, I have been opening myself up to my husband more, therefore making myself more vulnerable</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/627927343394013523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/627927343394013523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/07/heart-to-heart.html' title='Heart to Heart'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-1124328481233514116</id><published>2011-07-08T08:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T08:56:13.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can’t believe we made it</title><summary type='text'>Today is the beginning of the rest of our year. Every year, before this day, is calm, and even paced. Today comes, every year, and our remaining months in the year are a whirlwind. Today is… Her birthday! How did we get from this precious baby:  To this funny little girl?  Or this beautiful little girl?  I understand the birds and the bees and the long days of pregnancy. I just don’t understand </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/1124328481233514116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/1124328481233514116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/07/i-cant-believe-we-made-it.html' title='I can’t believe we made it'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-h4fTLyOwQss/Thcok07aSfI/AAAAAAAAA3I/ADuWvofRZso/s72-c/Piper%252520baby_thumb%25255B8%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-7722636237324976205</id><published>2011-07-06T07:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T07:49:04.346-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My favorite part of summer'/><title type='text'>Because it’s Summertime</title><summary type='text'>It’s summertime.  If I want to sit on the front porch all day, drinking tea and reading a book, I can.  If my kids want to sleep until 10 and stay up until 10, they can.  If we leave dishes in the sink, beds unmade, and dirty clothes in the basket, it’s okay, because it’s summer time.  Calls go unanswered, unreturned and unmade, because it’s summertime.  Swimming pools, bicycles, popsicles, lawn </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/7722636237324976205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/7722636237324976205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/07/because-its-summertime.html' title='Because it’s Summertime'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-3463718181511123364</id><published>2011-07-01T06:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T06:50:19.104-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Encouraging words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Changing my family&apos;s life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends and family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My husband loves his family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m frustrated with my husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Honoring the father of your children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tips for a happy marriage'/><title type='text'>Your Husband–From Zero to Hero</title><summary type='text'>(After a busy week, date night last night, and getting “kicked out” of my house early today, I didn’t get my usual amount of editing time, but a promise is a promise, so here you go!)  Last week, I gave you five ways you can dishonor your husband. These were tried and true methods that I had used on my own husband. I didn’t love, honor or respect him. Pardon the bluntness, but my marriage sucked </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/3463718181511123364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/3463718181511123364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/07/your-husbandfrom-zero-to-hero.html' title='Your Husband–From Zero to Hero'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-5864969701676297179</id><published>2011-06-30T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T00:01:06.626-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Encouraging words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Changing my family&apos;s life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Make a list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In the Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Say Something Positive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living'/><title type='text'>But I’m Thankful  Because Thursday</title><summary type='text'>I have vowed to spend more time being thankful, despite the crap and the things that tend to go wrong. How do I do this? Well, it goes like this:  My neighbors woke me up at some awful hour (think 3AM), but I’m thankful because I accidentally woke my husband up and he had a slightly low blood sugar.  My husband was two hours late for dinner, but I’m thankful because he was paid overtime for those</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/5864969701676297179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/5864969701676297179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/06/but-im-thankful-because-thursday.html' title='But I’m Thankful  Because Thursday'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-3413358868925309842</id><published>2011-06-29T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T00:01:02.010-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why Does God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s plan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In the Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How long do I have to wait'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s will'/><title type='text'>Doing it all for the Glory of God</title><summary type='text'>I was talking to a relative of mine today who I am privileged to call FRIEND. With this friend, I feel the freedom to speak truth, and she feels the same freedom with me. She is the first person I have ever had this type of relationship with.  She mentioned that there was something she “had to do”, and from her tone, I knew she was not happy about it. “There is no other choice”; “I’ve been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/3413358868925309842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/3413358868925309842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/06/doing-it-all-for-glory-of-god.html' title='Doing it all for the Glory of God'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-5492778827024527060</id><published>2011-06-27T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T00:01:03.692-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends and family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am not a good mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons from my children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughing and Loving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how do I value my kids'/><title type='text'>10 Reasons I am not a Perfect Mom</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I come across information or learn something that makes parenting that much easier. I love to pass that information on via my blog, because it just might be the one thing that a fellow mom (or dad) can use in their parenting journey. However, when you pass on good tips A LOT, some people get the skewed idea that somehow you are good at what you do.  That’s not my case.  At all.  Here </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/5492778827024527060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/5492778827024527060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/06/10-reasons-i-am-not-perfect-mom.html' title='10 Reasons I am not a Perfect Mom'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-1878145787291290746</id><published>2011-06-24T08:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T08:01:12.525-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Encouraging words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m frustrated with my husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Honoring the father of your children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tips for a happy marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>5 Ways to Dishonor your Husband</title><summary type='text'>The bible commands us to honor our husbands: Proverbs 12:4 (ESV) An excellent wife is the crown of her husband, but she who brings shame is like rottenness in his bones. Ephesians 5:33 (NIV) However, each one of you also must love his wife as he loves himself, and the wife must respect her husband. but I spent the early years of our marriage dishonoring my husband. Here’s how I did it:  Tell his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/1878145787291290746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/1878145787291290746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/06/5-ways-to-dishonor-your-husband.html' title='5 Ways to Dishonor your Husband'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-8751553294619690063</id><published>2011-06-23T10:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T10:15:41.703-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Encouraging words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Say Something Positive'/><title type='text'>Say something positive</title><summary type='text'>Our culture, our world, our lives are over run with negativity. Sometimes it’s just easier to spout off about what’s wrong, instead of spreading the word about what’s right.  Let’s change that, shall we? I want to challenge you to say something positive.  Here are my something positives for the day:  I got a text from my cousin! My husband is off work at 5 instead of 6 and that hour makes a lot </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/8751553294619690063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/8751553294619690063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/06/say-something-positive.html' title='Say something positive'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-8408277759107444807</id><published>2011-06-22T08:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T08:41:22.076-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends and family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons from my children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how do I value my kids'/><title type='text'>What was I thinking?</title><summary type='text'>A month and a half ago, my 5 year old daughter turned up missing. It wasn’t unusual for her to show her independence by being out of sight for a few minutes. I was used to her thinking she could do it herself, but I had always been able to locate her. If I couldn’t locate her, she had an older brother, two sisters and a dad that knew where she was. This time, she was truly missing.  We were in a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/8408277759107444807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/8408277759107444807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/06/what-was-i-thinking.html' title='What was I thinking?'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-7422376687540559037</id><published>2011-06-21T18:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T18:09:59.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It’s the First Day of Summer</title><summary type='text'>The first day of summer makes me want to  SOAK UP THE SUN! (With sunscreen, of course. And a hat. A large hat!)  Enjoy your first day of summer and all the days to follow! We have been swimming, having lunch with friends, boycotting tv and electronics and just enjoying sweet freedom right now.  Praying for you, friends, as you celebrate summer!   </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/7422376687540559037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/7422376687540559037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/06/its-first-day-of-summer.html' title='It’s the First Day of Summer'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-W1a6qh-ni7Q/TgFA5VGhUaI/AAAAAAAAA10/9aS8yHD7e8c/s72-c/videofc939c75cbfa%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-1414548739817083116</id><published>2011-06-20T09:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T09:21:22.074-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Changing my family&apos;s life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends and family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In the Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons from my children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how do I value my kids'/><title type='text'>Valuing the little children</title><summary type='text'>Fifteen years ago, my aunt and uncle came to visit my parents. They brought along their two young daughters. Those two daughters are grown now, with children of their own, but something happened on that trip that has stayed with me.  My uncle was in the hall bathroom, apparently using the facilities. I heard the toilet flush. I heard him wash his hands. As he opened the bathroom door, his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/1414548739817083116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/1414548739817083116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/06/valuing-little-children.html' title='Valuing the little children'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-5497091200034569834</id><published>2011-06-19T15:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T15:01:17.292-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Encouraging words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends and family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas for Fathers Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons from my children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Honoring the father of your children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tips for a happy marriage'/><title type='text'>Father’s Day like Every Day</title><summary type='text'>Here is a blog post that I promised I wasn’t posting today. However, I promise that this weekend has been full of nothing but family and fun and I have spent lots of time with my husband and kids. :) Father’s Day 2011 started out like many other days around here. I was woken at some awful hour by “mommy, can I have some gummy worms?”. I mumbled an incoherent “not on your life” and rolled out of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/5497091200034569834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/5497091200034569834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/06/fathers-day-like-every-day.html' title='Father’s Day like Every Day'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-9149898727189825900</id><published>2011-06-16T10:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T11:48:08.968-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why Does God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Changing my family&apos;s life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why can&apos;t I have everything I want'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s plan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In the Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How long do I have to wait'/><title type='text'>It’s Time to Wait</title><summary type='text'>Today is the last day of school. I shipped my kids off on the big yellow bus for two short hours. I don’t know what our future holds, so I was determined to make the most of those two hours. I filled the sink with hot water, turned on my uplifting music and started washing those dishes.  It’s not too terribly exciting. Washing dishes is a pretty mind numbing job. There is not a lot that goes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/9149898727189825900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/9149898727189825900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/06/hurry-up-because-were-going-to-wait.html' title='It’s Time to Wait'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-8116296292144530492</id><published>2011-06-15T11:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T11:50:36.758-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why can&apos;t I have everything I want'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teenage Angst'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Make a list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In the Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I want a smart phone'/><title type='text'>I want, I have, I’m thankful</title><summary type='text'>It’s the end of the school year and money is going out of this house like it’s going out of style. Yearbooks, end of the year parties, farewell dinners, week long church camps, air rifles. All I see is a hand out and hear “More money, more money, more money!” My daughter came to me last night and said “I wrote down all the new songs I want for my Ipod”. I think my head exploded. I kept washing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/8116296292144530492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/8116296292144530492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/06/being-thankful-for-what-youve-got.html' title='I want, I have, I’m thankful'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-4lvgs_nDf3M/TfjzzZsgFsI/AAAAAAAAA1c/SMec2xsAPtI/s72-c/IMG_0647_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-1995589401071932506</id><published>2011-06-14T10:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T10:43:31.216-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Changing my family&apos;s life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends and family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My husband loves his family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tips for a happy marriage'/><title type='text'>Full of Thanks</title><summary type='text'>My daughter is “graduating” from the 5th grade today. Where did the time go? Seriously! I remember her first day of school, literally, like it was yesterday. My mom came over to see her off with me. As she walked with her cute little back pack and pony tails, into the school, my mom said “Can we go get her back?” Sniffle.  I am thankful, because although her ceremony is mid-day, my husband is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/1995589401071932506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/1995589401071932506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/06/full-of-thanks.html' title='Full of Thanks'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-1348145755416001779</id><published>2011-06-13T13:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T13:46:34.079-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m not trying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends and family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thrifty tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money motivates me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty and Self Image'/><title type='text'>Motivate Me</title><summary type='text'>Last week, I wrote about how I took the word TRY out of my vocabulary. It’s been working, it’s been working well. I do not give myself grace in this area. If I say I am going to do something, I will do it.  But what motivates me to do it? What motivates me to go to the gym when I really just want to shop? What motivates me to walk on the treadmill, when I would rather stay home and play on the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/1348145755416001779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/1348145755416001779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/06/motivate-me.html' title='Motivate Me'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-4119575432588812332</id><published>2011-06-10T09:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T09:25:57.119-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Encouraging words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Changing my family&apos;s life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends and family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In the Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ann Voskamp'/><title type='text'>A Family Bible Session</title><summary type='text'>For several months, my husband has expressed a desire to have a family devotional time, or bible reading time. He also expressed his hesitation, because he didn’t know where to start. Like a lot of good ideas, it was thought, but we never gave birth to it and it fell to the wayside.  Then I happened upon One Habit that Radically Changes a Family by Ann Voskamp at A Holy Experience. The title </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/4119575432588812332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/4119575432588812332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/06/family-bible-session.html' title='A Family Bible Session'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-203745493672766082</id><published>2011-06-09T09:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T09:40:27.404-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my daughter won&apos;t get ready for school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends and family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons from my children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bohemian Bowmans Plank Pulling'/><title type='text'>It’s time to get ready…. or is it?</title><summary type='text'>It’s Plank Pullin’ time!  The one day a week that we strongly resolve to ignore the multitude of specks and sawdust around us and pull one bona fide plank from our own eye. Matthew 7:3-5, style.I’m linking up to Bohemian Bowman’s today:  “Michelle, it’s time to get up”. “MICHELLE! Time to get up!” “DAMMIT, MICHELLE, YOUR BUS IS GOING TO BE HERE IN 10 MINUTES, IT’S TIME TO GET UP NOW!” As she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/203745493672766082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/203745493672766082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/06/its-time-to-get-ready-or-is-it.html' title='It’s time to get ready…. or is it?'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-5767812429401859691</id><published>2011-06-08T13:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T14:17:24.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Encouraging words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m not trying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I can&apos;t do anything'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Make a list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty and Self Image'/><title type='text'>I didn’t even try</title><summary type='text'>I did something new today and I did it because I didn’t even try to do it.   Allow me to give you some background. In the past, I have said things like:  “I’m going to TRY to lose weight”. “I’ll TRY to make it to your party.” “I’m going to TRY to get out of debt”. The common word, of course, is TRY. Do I even have to tell you that I did not accomplish one single thing that I set out to TRY? It </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/5767812429401859691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/5767812429401859691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/06/i-didnt-even-try.html' title='I didn’t even try'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-1216073510674914693</id><published>2011-06-07T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T05:31:18.441-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends and family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I want a smart phone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Compassion'/><title type='text'>1,881+ reasons I do not have a smart phone</title><summary type='text'>I want a smart phone. I pine for a smart phone. I get jealous envious of people who have any kind of smart phone. Those phones are cool. You are always connected. You can check your Facebook, write an email, play a game, text your friends, take a picture of a UPC code and a million other things I am not aware of.  So I look at the phones A LOT, because like I said, I REALLY WANT ONE. So what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/1216073510674914693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/1216073510674914693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/06/1881-reasons-i-do-not-have-smart-phone.html' title='1,881+ reasons I do not have a smart phone'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-XE_I0rV0NP4/Te2Za7_VvrI/AAAAAAAAA0w/hwWKaqw0kIo/s72-c/Yuri_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-1389797248258907046</id><published>2011-06-06T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T00:01:03.749-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I hate myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends and family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How do I love myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty and Self Image'/><title type='text'>A Love Letter Like No Other</title><summary type='text'>I received a card and a letter over the weekend that said what I most needed to hear, from the person I most needed to hear it from.  The card says: Because you refuse to give up when times are tough or follow the easier path……. Because you stand up for what you believe in and aren’t afraid of what people think……..  Because you’re brave even when you’re unsure of what will happen next and you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/1389797248258907046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/1389797248258907046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/06/love-letter-like-no-other.html' title='A Love Letter Like No Other'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-7120277280808274731</id><published>2011-06-03T09:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T09:15:31.631-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons from my children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5 Minute Friday Challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>An Every Day Post</title><summary type='text'>Today is GypsyMama’s 5 minute writing challenge. 5 minutes of unedited writing, although I can’t help but click the backspace when I spell something wrong. It’s just who I am. Today’s theme is Every Day.  GO: Every day can be such a struggle. I have 4 children. I remember, after the first 3, thinking “there is nothing to this!”. And then I got Piper.  Piper, in a word, is a challenge. She’s a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/7120277280808274731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/7120277280808274731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/06/every-day-post.html' title='An Every Day Post'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-8596735312324243685</id><published>2011-06-01T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T07:20:03.932-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women Living Well'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends and family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WFMW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>How to Really Bless Your Spouse</title><summary type='text'>My husband goes to work every day.  For me. For our kids.  For us. He doesn’t LOVE his job and sometimes he is downright unhappy there. He keeps going back, because he is doing what is best for our family. I try to show my appreciation verbally. I also try to have dinner ready when he comes home and encourage him all through out the week.  This week, I wanted to send him out to the “salt mines” </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/8596735312324243685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/8596735312324243685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/06/how-to-really-bless-your-spouse.html' title='How to Really Bless Your Spouse'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-pLbftTdJkUU/TeUVluWdN2I/AAAAAAAAA0I/-ATiPiOob3g/s72-c/IMG_0574_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-2464805683934312108</id><published>2011-05-31T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T20:33:32.970-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why Does God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books and Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teenage Angst'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s plan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons from my children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty and Self Image'/><title type='text'>Why does God make ugly people?</title><summary type='text'>Last  night the family and I were enjoying Family Movie Night. Our movie of choice was That’s What I Am. In it, the main character is paired with the outcast of the school for a class project. He thinks that this will not bode well for his reputation. It’s 1965, man. Everyone had cooties. Some cooties were worse to get than others. Big G’s cooties were baaaaad.  He’s paired with Big G. The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/2464805683934312108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/2464805683934312108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/05/why-does-god-make-ugly-people.html' title='Why does God make ugly people?'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-647129380427685542</id><published>2011-05-30T18:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T18:16:51.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m Changing Things</title><summary type='text'>I have a new name. Soon, I will have a new domain. Welcome to This Treasured Life.  Thanks to Hadley for helping me name it. She says that I am always finding the hidden treasures in life. :)   </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/647129380427685542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/647129380427685542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/05/im-changing-things.html' title='I’m Changing Things'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-6389891495918905035</id><published>2011-05-27T09:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T09:42:46.551-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends and family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons from my children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5 Minute Friday Challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Flashback'/><title type='text'>Forgetting</title><summary type='text'>I am participating in Gypsy Mama’s 5 minute Friday challenge. I get 5 minutes of unedited writing, you get 2 minutes of reading. :) This week’s theme is FORGETTING. I am a forgetful person. I can forget to switch the laundry or I can forget that my son or daughter needs $5 for a field trip. I forget to bring things back to my mom or forget to pick up things from my mom.  However I do not forget </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/6389891495918905035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/6389891495918905035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/05/forgetting.html' title='Forgetting'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-8496982493146425089</id><published>2011-05-25T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T17:15:27.798-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends and family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenna Folden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons from my children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric Folden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s love'/><title type='text'>Sometimes</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes life just seems unfair. Oh, yes, I know that God has a plan and he uses everything for good. I know that. Yet, I still have a hard time accepting it. I have an even harder time understanding it.  Why would two boys, ages 11 and 14, lose both their parents within a month of each other? One was expected and one was not.   Why would my friend’s 18 month old baby die and then she suffers </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/8496982493146425089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/8496982493146425089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/05/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-KboRXfczM6U/Td7tHl8MRUI/AAAAAAAAAzg/jgaBOb3Qdhk/s72-c/video99b3ca01a280%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-4143940880535546252</id><published>2011-05-25T09:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T09:50:39.996-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women Living Well'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends and family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Make a list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In the Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WFMW'/><title type='text'>Count your many blessings</title><summary type='text'>It’s been one of those weeks. I’m worrying about things I can’t control and feeling a little depressed and overwhelmed. Sometimes it’s hard to get it all together. I love to come to my blog and honestly bare my trials, tribulations and feelings, but today I thought it would be more appropriate to counteract what I have been feeling by counting my blessings. It is so much easier to list everything</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/4143940880535546252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/4143940880535546252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/05/count-your-many-blessings.html' title='Count your many blessings'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-7094222350896352585</id><published>2011-05-24T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T00:01:03.544-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends and family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='To Do Tuesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty and Self Image'/><title type='text'>That Mom</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever noticed “that mom”? She’s the confident one. The one that looks put together and knows what she’s doing. She walks into a room and can start delegating without hesitation. She knows what’s up and she knows how to get things done. She never wavers in her confidence. She looks and acts like she belongs. You would think that she was born to be an adult. She’s the type of mom you should</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/7094222350896352585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/7094222350896352585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/05/that-mom.html' title='That Mom'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-164640836976643308</id><published>2011-05-23T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T11:14:05.710-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ten Commandments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In the Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Compromising on Convictions</title><summary type='text'>There are many different definitions for the following words, but for the sake of this post, they are defined as follows, according to www.dictionary.com:  Conviction is defined as a fixed or firm belief. Compromise is defined as to make a dishonorable or shameful concession. Is there ever a time that it is “okay” to compromise your convictions or beliefs?  Is it okay to compromise a long held </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/164640836976643308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/164640836976643308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/05/compromising-on-convictions.html' title='Compromising on Convictions'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-8974745719997228547</id><published>2011-05-20T13:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T13:42:09.277-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends and family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons from my children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5 Minute Friday Challenge'/><title type='text'>When the Seasons Change</title><summary type='text'>I am participating in Gypsy Mama’s 5 minute Friday challenge. I get 5 minutes of unedited writing, you get 2 minutes of reading. :) GO I don’t have a favorite season of the year. I love and appreciate all of the seasons. I am in awe of how seasons change every year, without fail. From Spring to Summer, From Summer to autumn, from autumn to winter, from winter to Spring again. I love to watch the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/8974745719997228547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/8974745719997228547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/05/when-seasons-change.html' title='When the Seasons Change'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-8401799126004101528</id><published>2011-05-19T12:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T12:45:39.464-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skin cancer - melanoma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In the Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Lord, am I dying?</title><summary type='text'>With warmer weather around the corner, there has been a big push of awareness about skin cancer.  Don’t go outside naked, wear your sunscreen. Then there was that other video, “Dear 16 year old me”:   Then I really started thinking about it. Could that be me? Then Kristen at We Are That Family pushed me over the edge with her post about a friend dying and her “scare” with a pre-cancerous mole. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/8401799126004101528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/8401799126004101528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/05/lord-am-i-dying.html' title='Lord, am I dying?'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_s9gqSDOanBo/TdVzXCKAW3I/AAAAAAAAAyo/N0Z7_sXKdEA/s72-c/videofffccdc1969a%5B19%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-8966946145260326645</id><published>2011-05-18T09:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T09:36:28.174-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends and family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WFMW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Eight Towels and a Fit</title><summary type='text'>My family is generally pretty helpful around the house. They do dishes, gather laundry and set the table with minimal complaints. (Sometimes I am sure that they are doing it just to prove that they are a better kid than their brother or sisters.) Sometimes my husband even gets in on the helping action. I am blessed. I will admit that after one particularly helpful day, I threw a fit over towels. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/8966946145260326645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/8966946145260326645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/05/eight-towels-and-fit.html' title='Eight Towels and a Fit'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_s9gqSDOanBo/TdP1dvtCsiI/AAAAAAAAAyE/FWJ-JIWL0so/s72-c/IMG_0505_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-978716868667053825</id><published>2011-05-17T08:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T08:41:30.178-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends and family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='To Do Tuesday'/><title type='text'>The bathroom has a floor!</title><summary type='text'>I wasn’t going to update, because I have only completed ONE task in the bathroom, but then I remembered…. ACCOUNTABILITY! If I don’t update, I might fall off the wagon and I don’t want that to happen. My bathroom REALLY needs to get done.  I laid the other half of the floor. My dad came over and nailed it down and sealed it with… something. I would have nailed it, but he had the nails, I didn’t </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/978716868667053825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/978716868667053825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/05/bathroom-has-floor.html' title='The bathroom has a floor!'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_s9gqSDOanBo/TdKXGVYaV2I/AAAAAAAAAxk/1EeQZObmTu4/s72-c/IMG_0502_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-8285225538098805245</id><published>2011-05-16T14:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T16:14:14.920-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends and family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Make a list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s love'/><title type='text'>Make a list and check it often</title><summary type='text'>This morning I was scrambling around the house to get ready for a CASA training. I was frantically searching for a notebook or SOMETHING to write down notes. I found a notebook that appeared as if it had never been discovered by anyone under the age of 6 in my house. (save for the messy cover) I opened it and found something that my husband wrote two years ago. I quickly read it and smiled. 
It </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/8285225538098805245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/8285225538098805245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/05/make-list-and-check-it-often.html' title='Make a list and check it often'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-8028228902248652962</id><published>2011-05-13T14:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T19:18:20.300-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends and family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons from my children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><title type='text'>The Mirror Doesn’t Lie</title><summary type='text'>I escape to the bathroom, thinking I can…. well, escape. I think I can get away from the knowing looks and the disapproval. I look in the mirror and it has followed me there. Eyes that know. A pair of eyes that can shoot straight into my soul and mark every sin and misstep. I look away to keep the tears at bay. It’s the eyes looking back that seem to say “it’s all a cover. They can’t see it, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/8028228902248652962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/8028228902248652962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/05/mirror-doesnt-lie.html' title='The Mirror Doesn’t Lie'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-532839978351786141</id><published>2011-05-12T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:34:20.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicaragua Pictures</title><summary type='text'>Lexie Lane asked me to show pictures from when I went to Nicaragua. I thought I had them on my blog, but it turns out there were only a handful. The only pictures I have right now are what I had on my FB page. All of my other pictures are trapped in a non-working computer. (I do know how to get them off, I just haven’t!)



A picture from inside the dump of Nicaragua. This is where the girls that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/532839978351786141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/532839978351786141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/05/again.html' title='Nicaragua Pictures'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QvKvDQLZ85I/Tcw_cCDW_WI/AAAAAAAAAxE/qYSUczKLpL0/s72-c/Nicaragua+dump2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-3375146288573664434</id><published>2011-05-11T06:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T06:35:36.531-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nicaragua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WFMW'/><title type='text'>I can’t afford to go</title><summary type='text'>Maybe you’ve seen a video, read a brochure or heard about it from a friend. It’s tugged at your heart strings, the plight of another state or the hardships of another country. You feel called to go, do and help, but you quickly dismiss the idea. You just know there is no way. Maybe you are barely making it as it is. There is more month than money and sometimes you don’t even know how you are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/3375146288573664434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/3375146288573664434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/05/i-cant-afford-to-go.html' title='I can’t afford to go'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-5292173613127532313</id><published>2011-05-10T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T00:36:00.425-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='To Do Tuesday'/><title type='text'>To do Tuesday: Now that’s embarrassing</title><summary type='text'>Remember when I said that the girls’ room is next on my To Do Tuesday agenda? Well, I looked in there and I’m scared. So I decided to start with something, er, easier. Or not. The hall bathroom. Dun dun dun. Now I am really scared, because it’s an embarrassing mess. It’s one that I rarely notice, because I don’t go in there. The only guest I ever have over is my mother and technically, she is not</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/5292173613127532313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/5292173613127532313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/05/to-do-tuesday-now-thats-embarrassing.html' title='To do Tuesday: Now that’s embarrassing'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_s9gqSDOanBo/TchebEp3CAI/AAAAAAAAAu4/ISPHDGFtazE/s72-c/IMG_0418_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-3694662553497016109</id><published>2011-05-09T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T00:15:00.321-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Should I have to?</title><summary type='text'>My husband and I have been married for 13 years. We dated for 3 years prior to our wedding. We should know each other by now, shouldn’t we? Yet, we find out new things about each other every. single. day.  He can tell you my favorite ice cream. I can tell you his favorite meal. We have each other’s routines down pat. We know a lot about each other, but often times, we don’t know how to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/3694662553497016109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/3694662553497016109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/05/should-i-have-to.html' title='Should I have to?'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-6642727440135874506</id><published>2011-05-08T08:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T08:56:55.478-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends and family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons from my children'/><title type='text'>Whose Child is This?</title><summary type='text'>Three of my children have had the same kindergarten teacher. I have always enjoyed the projects that this teacher has the kids do for Mother’s Day. When my 11 year old was in kindergarten, they wrote recipes on how to make their moms. She said that I was made of three bags of Dr. Phil. That was the year I stopped watching Dr. Phil.  This year I have another child in kindergarten and my Mother’s </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/6642727440135874506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/6642727440135874506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/05/whose-child-is-this.html' title='Whose Child is This?'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_s9gqSDOanBo/Tca88OYGckI/AAAAAAAAAuw/9UZGJvXc11c/s72-c/IMG_0416_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-3113020007401588243</id><published>2011-05-06T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T08:34:26.758-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons from my children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Flashback'/><title type='text'>FF - It was a long walk home</title><summary type='text'>I thought it would be “fun” to have a Friday Flashback. Especially on the days when I have nothing new and/ or exciting to write. So, here is an oldie, but one that was goody enough for my cousin to call me and tell me how good it was. To quote a dear friend of mine “I've read that so many times, I don't need to look! That's the one I read in our Bible study one night at church. It's a good one!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/3113020007401588243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/3113020007401588243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2010/02/it-was-long-walk-home.html' title='FF - It was a long walk home'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-6134096851165511601</id><published>2011-05-05T15:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T15:19:52.909-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In the Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>My husband? A leader?</title><summary type='text'>Ha! That’s what I used to think. “There is no way he can be a leader. He doesn’t have the knowledge. He doesn’t have the confidence. It’s so much better if he just leaves it to me.”  However The Bible is the word of God and if it’s in the bible, I best follow it. Even if I don’t understand why or how. Ephesians 5:22-23 Wives, submit to your own husbands, as to the Lord. For the husband is the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/6134096851165511601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/6134096851165511601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/05/my-husband-leader.html' title='My husband? A leader?'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-2322351361051143786</id><published>2011-05-04T06:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T08:37:54.569-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thrifty tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Compassion'/><title type='text'>Leftovers!</title><summary type='text'>There are days when I open the refrigerator and I am paralyzed by guilt because the amount of food I am going to throw away is enough to feed some third world countries. Since we are Compassion International sponsors, I am especially sensitive to waste.  I have applied the Reduce, Reuse and Recycle method to my refrigerator findings. Reduce I reduce the amount of food that I prepare to eliminate </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/2322351361051143786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/2322351361051143786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/05/leftovers.html' title='Leftovers!'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-7125266930340232562</id><published>2011-05-03T14:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T14:22:29.431-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='To Do Tuesday'/><title type='text'>The Big Bed Reveal</title><summary type='text'>And when I say BIG, I mean BIG Remember the before picture?  Well now, we have THIS:  Oh, yeah, baby.  I’ve heard it all:  “I’ve got climbing gear if you need to borrow it:. “Are you afraid to roll over? That’s like a 10 foot fall if you go over the edge” “HON! I need to get out of bed, can you pack my parachute for me?” “HEY! You and Chad can join the mile high club without ever getting on an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/7125266930340232562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/7125266930340232562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/05/big-bed-reveal.html' title='The Big Bed Reveal'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_s9gqSDOanBo/TcByAyurlBI/AAAAAAAAAts/Pth2OlFb9IM/s72-c/IMG_0195_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-7236312198332745157</id><published>2011-05-02T09:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T09:15:49.805-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In the Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Compassion'/><title type='text'>Let’s Talk–random musings</title><summary type='text'>A big thanks to Megan at Faith Like Mustard for her shout-out in her Sunday Smorgasbord post. If you have come from her direction, WELCOME, and hang out for another day. Tomorrow is THE day for the BIG reveal of my bedroom make-over. Yes, the bed is created, assembled and set up in our room!  Here are two posts that really have me thinking today":  Should I be sad that Osama Bin Laden is dead? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/7236312198332745157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/7236312198332745157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/05/lets-talkrandom-musings.html' title='Let’s Talk–random musings'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-272358321371663088</id><published>2011-04-28T09:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T15:12:04.567-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books and Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s plan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenna Folden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric Folden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s love'/><title type='text'>Jenna</title><summary type='text'>I think you should watch this seven minute video.  Eric and Jenna Folden from Summit View on Vimeo. Jenna passed from our lives into heaven yesterday. If you ever knew Jenna, you know why we will miss her. However, our God is great, and I know that her arrival to heaven was a celebration.   </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/272358321371663088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/272358321371663088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/04/jenna.html' title='Jenna'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-1992024607908768976</id><published>2011-04-27T09:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T14:21:29.509-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WFMW'/><title type='text'>Saving time, money and sanity</title><summary type='text'>Over the years, I have come across tips, tricks and websites that just plain make my life easier. I have 4 kids, a husband, 2 dogs and a cat. I volunteer at the elementary school and with CASA. I take odd jobs to bring in a little bit of money. I am always up to simplifying in one area to leave room for complicated messes in others. Here are some of my favorites: Saving Time  Google Calendar: I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/1992024607908768976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/1992024607908768976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/04/saving-time-money-and-sanity.html' title='Saving time, money and sanity'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_s9gqSDOanBo/TbhGYiWopsI/AAAAAAAAAtk/jUNOAlZEld0/s72-c/wlEmoticon-winkingsmile%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-5906850933376836438</id><published>2011-04-26T09:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T09:22:48.169-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projects'/><title type='text'>Progress in Pictures</title><summary type='text'> We have bare wood. See that arch? I made that arch!    One coat of primer and two coats of Canoe.   Valspar Weathered Crackle Glaze and a 3” paint brush. Wait 1 – 4 hours. Paint on a cream colored flat paint. (from Valspar) And you have   CRACKLED PAINT     I can’t wait to see it in my room!  (I still have to do the footboard  But my garage is not big enough to paint both at the same time) Plans</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/5906850933376836438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/5906850933376836438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/04/progress-in-pictures.html' title='Progress in Pictures'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_s9gqSDOanBo/TbbxOI5-2eI/AAAAAAAAAsY/70B_Rz1fLg8/s72-c/IMG_0330_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-6590784234836939086</id><published>2011-04-25T20:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T20:38:34.016-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends and family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><title type='text'>Piper and my call to 911</title><summary type='text'>I don’t even have the energy to be all cute and story telling like. Tonight we went to a “orientation” for 6th graders. At the end of the meeting, Piper grabbed her jacket from me and disappeared into a sea of people. I figured she couldn’t be far.  15 minutes of looking for her, and I went to the school personnel. The elementary lunch lady was there with her kid and knew Piper, so she was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/6590784234836939086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/6590784234836939086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/04/piper-and-my-call-to-911.html' title='Piper and my call to 911'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_s9gqSDOanBo/TbY-OGmMQ6I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/9Lu99EH3Hp4/s72-c/wlEmoticon-sadsmile%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-5086228966302270602</id><published>2011-04-24T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T13:59:21.950-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends and family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>I bought the chocolate bunny</title><summary type='text'>He's so worldly and not what Easter is about. But he is chocolate and solid and yummy and exactly what my kids want. We did resurrection cookies. I made resurrection eggs. We colored Easter eggs and we went to church before the hunt. We are joining family for a ham dinner. 

While other people I know prepare for a celebration of the resurrection of Christ, I am hiding out in my bedroom. With the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/5086228966302270602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/5086228966302270602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/04/i-bought-chocolate-bunny.html' title='I bought the chocolate bunny'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-1990154563476103998</id><published>2011-04-22T16:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:48:58.652-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends and family'/><title type='text'>Monday to Friday</title><summary type='text'>I often say that Monday is my favorite day of the week. After long and hectic weekends, it is nice when everyone goes back to their regular routines and I have a house of quiet.  But Friday is my favorite day of the week too. In our house, Friday is fun and family day. It’s the day that every one returns home for a two day break. We usually “celebrate” by eating dinner together and cuddling on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/1990154563476103998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/1990154563476103998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/04/monday-to-friday.html' title='Monday to Friday'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-874525805168799806</id><published>2011-04-19T09:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T09:40:21.073-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='To Do Tuesday'/><title type='text'>Ta-Da Tuesday</title><summary type='text'>        Now I am off to Lowe’s to buy wood for the headboard. Anyone have a color suggestion?  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/874525805168799806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/874525805168799806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/04/ta-da-tuesday.html' title='Ta-Da Tuesday'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_s9gqSDOanBo/Ta264zVUfcI/AAAAAAAAAr0/2G1AF6fF7i8/s72-c/IMG_0324_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-4277979470987484317</id><published>2011-04-17T09:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T09:03:12.681-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Compassion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giving'/><title type='text'>It makes a difference</title><summary type='text'>Thanks to Michelle at Blogging From the Boonies, I found this gem of a video. Sponsorship makes a difference and YOU are the vessel. Please prayerfully consider a sponsorship at Compassion International TODAY.  Steven Van Kranenburg meets his sponsored child  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/4277979470987484317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/4277979470987484317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/04/it-makes-difference.html' title='It makes a difference'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_s9gqSDOanBo/TasPQCzqavI/AAAAAAAAArs/FAPR1NXnFls/s72-c/videocd4a100ea372%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-6804116571089584259</id><published>2011-04-16T14:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T14:42:28.716-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Compassion'/><title type='text'>Speaking of Compassion</title><summary type='text'>I wanted to update you on my call for help. I received enough generous donations to fund Uwamurera’s (or Agnes) sponsorship through November of 2011. Her next payment will be due in December.  Thank you sure does  not seem like enough, but THANK YOU!  THANK YOU! THANK YOU! I logged onto my Compassion International account the other day and found a beautiful new picture of Yuri! She sure has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/6804116571089584259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/6804116571089584259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/04/speaking-of-compassion.html' title='Speaking of Compassion'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_s9gqSDOanBo/TaoNQGYqWuI/AAAAAAAAArg/LSwZBMuPlXA/s72-c/Yuri_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404873781664466115.post-3308116852848162499</id><published>2011-04-15T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T09:29:42.568-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends and family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons from my children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Compassion'/><title type='text'>Compassion and Beyond</title><summary type='text'>I started sponsoring through Compassion 13 months ago. In that time, we have "adopted" 4 children into our family:

Maxwell from Kenya
Yuri from Guatemala
Uwamurera Agnes from Rwanda
Sofia from El Salvador
One of my greatest pleasures has been the ability to send correspondence to each of these children, offering encouragement, and a lifeline out of the poverty they live in. I write to them </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/3308116852848162499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8404873781664466115/posts/default/3308116852848162499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thistreasuredlife.com/2011/04/compassion-and-beyond.html' title='Compassion and Beyond'/><author><name>Amy D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01744075123160109055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v-T3lNT9Lg/Tgi80-UP0nI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qy4DTSgrIlE/s220/IMG_0614.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
