<?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-32956734</id><updated>2012-01-04T21:11:51.295-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Journey of Hope</title><subtitle type='html'>A journal of reflections, ponderings, and meditations by the Arends family after life changing events of January 17, 2003</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bonnie Arends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763285572585858206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdwsctPspzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cSLf2LF1kB4/S220/family+09.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32956734.post-3909762089391324605</id><published>2012-01-04T21:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T21:11:51.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathless Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oAL3jNcIARM/TwULfuiDOVI/AAAAAAAAAUg/PyF3vY6F1A0/s1600/IMG_1147.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oAL3jNcIARM/TwULfuiDOVI/AAAAAAAAAUg/PyF3vY6F1A0/s400/IMG_1147.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Blessed be the name of the LORD &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;from this time forth and forevermore! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-15817"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;From the rising of the sun to its setting, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;the name of the LORD is to be praised! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;The LORD is high above all nations, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and his glory above the heavens!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Psalm &lt;i&gt;113:2-4&amp;nbsp; ESV&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is no way to fully capture the beauty of some of the scenes that flash before our eyes.&amp;nbsp; Tonight was an example of one such instance.&amp;nbsp; The skies were a blaze with glorious shades of pink, violet, gold and crimson as the sunset marked the end of a spectacular day of unseasonably mild weather for January.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Both the mild day and the breathtaking sunset were blessings...gifts direct from the hand of God.&amp;nbsp; Worship and praise are the natural response of my heart when I truly stop and consider the handiwork of our creator...and His delight in lavishing His artistry for all to see on the vast canvas of the evening skies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Beauty can take our breath away.&amp;nbsp; Beauty can bring tears of amazement and joy.&amp;nbsp; Beauty invites us deeper into the mystery of God - the author of Beauty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So tonight, I still bask in the afterglow of God's very evident Love and Care to show a glimpse of His greatness to one such as me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32956734-3909762089391324605?l=arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/3909762089391324605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32956734&amp;postID=3909762089391324605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/3909762089391324605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/3909762089391324605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/2012/01/breathless-beauty.html' title='Breathless Beauty'/><author><name>Bonnie Arends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763285572585858206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdwsctPspzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cSLf2LF1kB4/S220/family+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oAL3jNcIARM/TwULfuiDOVI/AAAAAAAAAUg/PyF3vY6F1A0/s72-c/IMG_1147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32956734.post-8504633706012541699</id><published>2012-01-02T21:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T21:34:04.941-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrations</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Font Definitions */@font-face {font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝"; 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Wedding Anniversary of Mom &amp;amp; Dad, Les and Frances Shetler.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;This weekend all of my siblings and most of the spouses and grandchildren gathered to celebrate with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While pictures were taken and meals were shared, new memories were made and past ones were recollected.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;A program of tributes by children and grandchildren was presented.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;A Q &amp;amp; A for Mom &amp;amp; Dad was very special as they answered questions that enabled them to share ‘their story’ of their courtship, engagement, and wedding.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Themes that emerged from the celebration were the importance of commitment and love lived out in the context of faith, family and community.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Our collective memories circled back again and again to thankfulness for the example our parents provided to us as children.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Hard work, integrity, and steadfast faith have been modeled throughout their 65-year marriage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pNmwA9h6lUQ/TwJ2pqa39vI/AAAAAAAAAUI/r5Ut74OXv2Y/s1600/IMG_5392.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pNmwA9h6lUQ/TwJ2pqa39vI/AAAAAAAAAUI/r5Ut74OXv2Y/s320/IMG_5392.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We are a blessed family…not because we had perfect parents, but because we have faithful parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sung at Mom &amp;amp; Dad’s wedding 65 years ago…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.5in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;O Perfect Love Hymn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;O perfect Love, all human thought transcending,&lt;br /&gt;Lowly we kneel in prayer before Thy throne,&lt;br /&gt;That theirs may be the love which knows no ending,&lt;br /&gt;Whom Thou forevermore dost join in one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O perfect Life, be Thou their full assurance,&lt;br /&gt;Of tender charity and steadfast faith,&lt;br /&gt;Of patient hope and quiet, brave endurance,&lt;br /&gt;With childlike trust that fears nor pain nor death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grant them the joy which brightens earthly sorrow;&lt;br /&gt;Grant them the peace which calms all earthly strife,&lt;br /&gt;And to life’s day the glorious unknown morrow&lt;br /&gt;That dawns upon eternal love and life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32956734-8504633706012541699?l=arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/8504633706012541699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32956734&amp;postID=8504633706012541699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/8504633706012541699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/8504633706012541699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/2012/01/celebrations.html' title='Celebrations'/><author><name>Bonnie Arends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763285572585858206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdwsctPspzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cSLf2LF1kB4/S220/family+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W5IA-IBoUqY/TwJ1gNIU1iI/AAAAAAAAAT8/3B7QR-7bquY/s72-c/Wedding+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32956734.post-2870320258150018442</id><published>2011-11-07T22:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T06:53:33.888-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Footprints</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6MsND9BSwm4/Trio8wl_HGI/AAAAAAAAATc/cm5xktbZAd8/s1600/footprint1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6MsND9BSwm4/Trio8wl_HGI/AAAAAAAAATc/cm5xktbZAd8/s320/footprint1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our culture, in the past few years, has been introduced to a new term, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Carbon Footprint&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; By definition, "A &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;carbon footprint&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; is a measure of the impact our activities have on the environment, and in particular climate change"&amp;nbsp; ...meaning, what we &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; matters.&amp;nbsp; Randy understands this concept very well, especially in the context of stewardship of the land he has been entrusted to cultivate and produce crops on year after year.&amp;nbsp; Much of the success of crop production requires careful attention to how we deliberately tend to the great responsibility of environmentally prudent practices that 'pay it forward' to generations to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This past week, however, I considered another type of recent phenomenon...a &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;digital footprint&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I would loosely describe this as our impact and presence in the databases worldwide, both virtual and actual.&amp;nbsp; Late last week two envelopes from our local community college arrived in the mail, addressed to Greg.&amp;nbsp; One envelope confirmed his enrollment in a workshop...the other contained an invoice for that class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We have occasionally received mail addressed to Greg these past eight and a half years, however it has been mainly credit card applications or colleges and trade schools...junk mail.&amp;nbsp; These envelopes were different.&amp;nbsp; They were expecting a person to show up at class, and also to pay for the class.&amp;nbsp; It was emotional to receive the mail...wishing for a selfish minute that somehow it could be possible...that Greg were here to take a class once again.&amp;nbsp; Then my emotions changed to concern that maybe his identity had been stolen; one of the true disadvantages to a &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;digital footprint&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; A few phone calls later we were assured that Greg's &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;digital footprint&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; would not reappear in the active files, but would remain frozen in time with an ending date of January 17, 2003.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIYT0QmH-VY/TripBjIHMGI/AAAAAAAAATk/ySQi2p43zzE/s1600/footprint2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIYT0QmH-VY/TripBjIHMGI/AAAAAAAAATk/ySQi2p43zzE/s320/footprint2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I remember the first time I actually saw Greg's footprint, the above ink impression on the back of the hospital birth certificate.&amp;nbsp; It does not seem so long ago that I held him and marveled at how tiny, yet perfect his feet were, and how sweet he smelled as I held him close.&amp;nbsp; And I remember the scripture that I read from my hospital bed shortly after the birth of Greg and Steve:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For you created my inmost being; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;you knit me together in my mother’s womb. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;your works are wonderful, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I know that full well. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;My frame was not hidden from you &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;when I was made in the secret place, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Your eyes saw my unformed body; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;all the days ordained for me were written in your book &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;before one of them came to be. &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Psalm 139:13-16&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This passage of scripture that caused me to marvel at the beauty of our newborn sons later became scripture that provided comfort in the midst of the mystery of Greg's sudden death and Steve's ongoing journey through traumatic brain injury.&amp;nbsp; I know that God is ultimately sovereign and present in all the passages of life.&amp;nbsp; I am so very thankful that Greg's &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;eternal footprint&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; is what matters most.&amp;nbsp; He is at home with the Lord because of the redemptive plan of God and His great love and grace for His own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32956734-2870320258150018442?l=arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/2870320258150018442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32956734&amp;postID=2870320258150018442' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/2870320258150018442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/2870320258150018442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/2011/11/footprints.html' title='Footprints'/><author><name>Bonnie Arends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763285572585858206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdwsctPspzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cSLf2LF1kB4/S220/family+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6MsND9BSwm4/Trio8wl_HGI/AAAAAAAAATc/cm5xktbZAd8/s72-c/footprint1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32956734.post-1317671522986729192</id><published>2011-10-12T18:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T18:35:29.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Can I Keep from Singing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aghC4DkH1YI/TpSCJ9r-xJI/AAAAAAAAATU/c6yq3X1nJwo/s1600/IMG_1008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aghC4DkH1YI/TpSCJ9r-xJI/AAAAAAAAATU/c6yq3X1nJwo/s320/IMG_1008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This was the view from our front porch Tuesday morning.&amp;nbsp; Ahhh...how can I keep from singing praises to God for the beauty of a sunrise over the ready to harvest corn standing golden brown in the field?&amp;nbsp; The Bible talks about worship as spontaneous response of our hearts to the Lord.&amp;nbsp; Even Jesus spoke to the Pharisees about one such spontaneous display of worship...the day He entered Jerusalem on the back of a young donkey:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; ...the whole multitude of his disciples began to rejoice and praise God with a loud voice&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;for all the mighty works that they had seen, saying,&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;"Blessed is&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;the King who comes in the name of the Lord! Peace in heaven and&lt;sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/sup&gt; glory in the highest!"&amp;nbsp; And some of the Pharisees in the crowd said to him, "Teacher, rebuke your disciples." He answered, &lt;span class="woj"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;I tell you, if these were silent, the very stones would cry out&lt;/i&gt;."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Luke 19:37-40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I step unto my front yard and experience a scene like above my heart wells up in spontaneous worship and praise to Jesus.&amp;nbsp; The beauty gives evidence of His delight in His creation.&amp;nbsp; It confirms within me His faithfulness and lovingkindness that is new every morning.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Worship transforms my perspective.&amp;nbsp; Worship enlarges my grid to process the good and the bad of life.&amp;nbsp; Trials and pain become worthy experiences of growth because of His promise to sustain in the midst of even the very worst situations. &amp;nbsp; Because that truth is real to me...how can I keep from singing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;My life flows on in endless song: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;Above earth's lamentation,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;I hear the sweet, tho' far-off hymn &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;That hails a new creation.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;Through all the tumult and the strife &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;I hear the music ringing;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;It finds an echo in my soul-- &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;How can I keep from singing?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;What tho' my joys and comfort die? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Lord my Saviour liveth;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;What tho' the darkness gather round? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;Songs in the night he giveth.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;No storm can shake my inmost calm, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;While to that refuge clinging;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;Since Christ is Lord of heaven and earth, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;How can I keep from singing?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;I lift my eyes; the cloud grows thin; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;I see the blue above it;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;And day by day this pathway smooths, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;Since first I learned to love it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;The peace of Christ makes fresh my heart, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;A fountain ever springing;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;All things are mine since I am his-- &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;How can I keep from singing?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How Can I Keep From Singing &lt;/i&gt;by Robert Lowry&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32956734-1317671522986729192?l=arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/1317671522986729192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32956734&amp;postID=1317671522986729192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/1317671522986729192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/1317671522986729192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/2011/10/how-can-i-keep-from-singing.html' title='How Can I Keep from Singing?'/><author><name>Bonnie Arends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763285572585858206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdwsctPspzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cSLf2LF1kB4/S220/family+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aghC4DkH1YI/TpSCJ9r-xJI/AAAAAAAAATU/c6yq3X1nJwo/s72-c/IMG_1008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32956734.post-5492475187496863594</id><published>2011-09-07T23:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T23:41:03.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day's End</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FyTL7StevTo/TmhDFpuNUNI/AAAAAAAAATQ/SgBQ356Ulqc/s1600/IMG_0749.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FyTL7StevTo/TmhDFpuNUNI/AAAAAAAAATQ/SgBQ356Ulqc/s320/IMG_0749.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tonight I enjoyed a peaceful, contemplative walk on the farm in the quiet of the hushed late summer evening.&amp;nbsp; Equally as quiet as the still breeze was my companion, Lady, our newest member of the family (a sweet 'rescue' dog).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The ordinary grass, corn, cattle barn that can seem boring in the daylight takes on a soothing, comforting luster in the fading shadows of the day.&amp;nbsp; Tonight, an added bonus was the herd of feeder cattle that were lazily grazing in the small pasture near the barn.&amp;nbsp; They chewed silently, slowly on the clover while watching Lady &amp;amp; I walk in the distance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The sky was clear...and the glow of the moon rising was brilliant against the backdrop of the darkening deep blue, then violet sky.&amp;nbsp; The jets above glowed from the reflective setting sun.&amp;nbsp; It was...beautiful...peaceful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The quiet and beauty focused my heart and stilled my mind.&amp;nbsp; The scene brought to my recollection an old hymn that was sung in the church of my youth.&amp;nbsp; As I child I was drawn to the melody and the imagery...as an adult I know the deep truth of the lyrics.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lyrics"&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li value="1"&gt;Day is dying in the west,&lt;br /&gt;Heav'n is touching earth with rest,&lt;br /&gt;Wait and worship while the night&lt;br /&gt;Sets her evening lamps alight&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Through all the sky.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li class="chorus"&gt;Holy, holy, holy,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Lord God of Hosts!&lt;br /&gt;Heav'n and earth are full of Thee!&lt;br /&gt;Heav'n and earth are praising Thee,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;O Lord, most high! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li value="2"&gt;Lord of life, beneath the dome&lt;br /&gt;Of the universe, Thy home,&lt;br /&gt;Gather us, who seek Thy face,&lt;br /&gt;To the fold of Thy embrace,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;For Thou art nigh. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li value="3"&gt;While the deepening shadows fall,&lt;br /&gt;Heart of love, enfolding all,&lt;br /&gt;Through the glory and the grace&lt;br /&gt;Of the stars that veil Thy face,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Our hearts ascend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32956734-5492475187496863594?l=arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/5492475187496863594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32956734&amp;postID=5492475187496863594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/5492475187496863594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/5492475187496863594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/2011/09/days-end.html' title='Day&apos;s End'/><author><name>Bonnie Arends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763285572585858206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdwsctPspzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cSLf2LF1kB4/S220/family+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FyTL7StevTo/TmhDFpuNUNI/AAAAAAAAATQ/SgBQ356Ulqc/s72-c/IMG_0749.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32956734.post-1430592421129508927</id><published>2011-07-10T22:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T17:54:23.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Long Walk 2011, Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;@font-face {  font-family: "ＭＳ 明朝";}@font-face {  font-family: "Cambria Math";}@font-face {  font-family: "Cambria";}p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Cambria; }.MsoChpDefault { font-family: Cambria; }div.WordSection1 { page: WordSection1; }&lt;/style&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday was the continuation of Long Walk 2011.&amp;nbsp; Earlier in the week I received a visit from a friend at church.&amp;nbsp; He mapped for me several wildlife habitats that he has personally cultivated acres of native wildflowers and grasses.&amp;nbsp; That map became my destination goal as it sat on my desk the remainder of the workweek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s_R1ttARETY/Thpt2eTEURI/AAAAAAAAASs/bUzIPdvWVqY/s1600/IMG_4194.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s_R1ttARETY/Thpt2eTEURI/AAAAAAAAASs/bUzIPdvWVqY/s320/IMG_4194.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was not disappointed with the site, but breathless with the splash of beauty among the fertile corn and bean fields that otherwise are so neatly and precisely planted and cultivated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sUtWo5Yj6z8/ThptT-4MaMI/AAAAAAAAASo/BaZO8vWalw8/s1600/IMG_4189.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sUtWo5Yj6z8/ThptT-4MaMI/AAAAAAAAASo/BaZO8vWalw8/s200/IMG_4189.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The path was rough…requiring a true decision to veer off the safe, smooth terrain of the paved highway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hZOTvpGVFWM/Thpv_SU6OiI/AAAAAAAAATE/nPrF3A-n8Zc/s1600/IMG_4285.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hZOTvpGVFWM/Thpv_SU6OiI/AAAAAAAAATE/nPrF3A-n8Zc/s320/IMG_4285.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The habitats are in the shadow of our local windfarm.&amp;nbsp; I had to smile as I scanned the scenery.&amp;nbsp; How like God to tie together so many variables into one experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uAEAjTHmiw8/ThpuBoENssI/AAAAAAAAASw/tdL373UXjqE/s1600/IMG_4204.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uAEAjTHmiw8/ThpuBoENssI/AAAAAAAAASw/tdL373UXjqE/s320/IMG_4204.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some of the flowers are subtle in appearance&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mrAC8DpEXYE/ThpvJzOV-ZI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ZvTRfBzuQ1o/s1600/IMG_4253.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mrAC8DpEXYE/ThpvJzOV-ZI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ZvTRfBzuQ1o/s320/IMG_4253.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Others are rather bold...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-artf3Xzhsdk/Thpu5YVo2uI/AAAAAAAAAS4/eh4hoboIJ1s/s1600/IMG_4252.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-artf3Xzhsdk/Thpu5YVo2uI/AAAAAAAAAS4/eh4hoboIJ1s/s320/IMG_4252.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some perfectly formed…others ravished by prairie winds and insects&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This year’s Long Walk did not have a path or even a trail to follow.&amp;nbsp; It was a trek into the wildness of the beauty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wybVwrCQnio/Thpvi89bt_I/AAAAAAAAATA/Qo4pLqAaxAk/s1600/IMG_4270.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wybVwrCQnio/Thpvi89bt_I/AAAAAAAAATA/Qo4pLqAaxAk/s400/IMG_4270.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God’s word to me was very personal and evident in the midst of the walk.&amp;nbsp; He is present in the beauty and wildness of life as it unfolds each day.&amp;nbsp; He leads and guides even when we may not clearly see the path.&amp;nbsp; His Spirit is powerful…breathing life into our weary, dry bones…and He cares…oh how He cares for all of His creation.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Most of all, the power of His Word remains.&amp;nbsp; It is only the truths of His Word that gives such perspective of His provision, His care, and His faithful lovingkindness.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;…"These people are nothing but grass,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;their love fragile as wildflowers.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The grass withers, the wildflowers fade,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;if God so much as puffs on them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aren't these people just so much grass?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;True, the grass withers and the wildflowers fade,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;but our God's Word stands firm and forever."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;Isaiah 40:6-8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;The Message&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32956734-1430592421129508927?l=arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/1430592421129508927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32956734&amp;postID=1430592421129508927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/1430592421129508927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/1430592421129508927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/2011/07/long-walk-2011-part-ii.html' title='The Long Walk 2011, Part II'/><author><name>Bonnie Arends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763285572585858206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdwsctPspzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cSLf2LF1kB4/S220/family+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s_R1ttARETY/Thpt2eTEURI/AAAAAAAAASs/bUzIPdvWVqY/s72-c/IMG_4194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32956734.post-9054157226305253282</id><published>2011-07-10T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T21:44:39.161-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Long Walk 2011, Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;@font-face {  font-family: "ＭＳ 明朝";}@font-face {  font-family: "ＭＳ 明朝";}@font-face {  font-family: "Cambria";}p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Cambria; }.MsoChpDefault { font-family: Cambria; }div.WordSection1 { page: WordSection1; }&lt;/style&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My Long Walk began with a ‘Long Drive’ to Plainfield, IL for a Chicago Daily Audio Bible Family Gathering.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The first gathering I was able to attend was in Plainfield, IN earlier this year in March.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Hmmm…something about that name, I guess!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mJA9-nG-1fU/Thph3ZxBhzI/AAAAAAAAASg/N55Yts2OIzo/s1600/IMG_0485.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mJA9-nG-1fU/Thph3ZxBhzI/AAAAAAAAASg/N55Yts2OIzo/s200/IMG_0485.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Larry’s Diner was the spot where young and old met up with each other and Brian, Jill, China and Max.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;While only a few of us had met previously, we all had one thing in common…that of traveling on the journey through the Bible in community by way of the Daily Audio Bible podcast each day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rskB2gV8qEQ/ThpiL9Z0zZI/AAAAAAAAASk/095KQ7_6k2I/s1600/IMG_4130.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rskB2gV8qEQ/ThpiL9Z0zZI/AAAAAAAAASk/095KQ7_6k2I/s200/IMG_4130.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The diversity of the DAB family and each one’s story makes the family gatherings so unique and special.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Lives have been and continue to be changed by the impact of scripture.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Marriages are strengthened.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Prayer requests are shared…answers are experienced.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Children are actively listening and growing in their understanding of the Bible…and what it means to be a follower of Jesus wholeheartedly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My heart was warmed by the experiences of that evening and the discussions around the tables. &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;It is an awesome thing to see the impact of God’s Word on the lives of others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;God means what he says. What he says goes. His powerful Word is sharp as a surgeon's scalpel, cutting through everything, whether doubt or defense, laying us open to listen and obey. Nothing and no one is impervious to God's Word. We can't get away from it—no matter what.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;Hebrews 4:12-13&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;The Message&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32956734-9054157226305253282?l=arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/9054157226305253282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32956734&amp;postID=9054157226305253282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/9054157226305253282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/9054157226305253282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/2011/07/long-walk-2011-part-i.html' title='The Long Walk 2011, Part I'/><author><name>Bonnie Arends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763285572585858206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdwsctPspzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cSLf2LF1kB4/S220/family+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mJA9-nG-1fU/Thph3ZxBhzI/AAAAAAAAASg/N55Yts2OIzo/s72-c/IMG_0485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32956734.post-5084321518246541644</id><published>2011-05-23T18:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T18:58:13.815-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good...but not Safe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I woke early...it is the last morning of Captivating.  So much has  been spoken, experienced in the course of a weekend retreat.  It was not  a safe weekend but it has proven to be good, so very good, for those  who would dare to walk as daughters of the King.  My continued prayer  over all who have shared this experience would be that we would cease to  be about 'safe, managed existence' but instead seek to know and trust  the heart of our King.  To walk in Christ...knowing that He has a plan  and purpose for each one in His larger story of restoration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Is he a man?” asked Lucy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Aslan  a man!” said Mr Beaver sternly. Certainly not. I tell you he is King of  the wood and the son of the great emperor-beyond- the-sea. Don’t you  know who is the King of the Beasts? Aslan is a lion – the Lion, the  great lion.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“ooh!” said Susan, “I’d thought he was a man. Is he – quite safe? I shall feel rather nervous about meeting a lion.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“That  you will, dearie, and no mistake” said Mrs Beaver; “if there’s anyone  who can appear before Aslan without their knees knocking, they’re either  braver than most or else just silly.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Then he isn’t safe?” said Lucy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Safe?”  said Mr Beaver; “don’t you hear what Mrs Beaver tells you? Who said  anything about safe? ‘Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good. He’s the  King, I tell you.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Source: CS Lewis, The Lion, the Witch &amp;amp; The Wardrobe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agreed!  Good...King...but not 'safe'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1x5sDrwG4IM/Tdr0KxHU4PI/AAAAAAAAASc/dJdKx0bpEK4/s1600/Aslan-and-Lucy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1x5sDrwG4IM/Tdr0KxHU4PI/AAAAAAAAASc/dJdKx0bpEK4/s400/Aslan-and-Lucy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32956734-5084321518246541644?l=arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/5084321518246541644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32956734&amp;postID=5084321518246541644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/5084321518246541644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/5084321518246541644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/2011/05/goodbut-not-safe.html' title='Good...but not Safe'/><author><name>Bonnie Arends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763285572585858206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdwsctPspzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cSLf2LF1kB4/S220/family+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1x5sDrwG4IM/Tdr0KxHU4PI/AAAAAAAAASc/dJdKx0bpEK4/s72-c/Aslan-and-Lucy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32956734.post-3623752706979571389</id><published>2011-04-24T22:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T22:06:08.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N9GqXKQQE0s/TbTe8PbAaHI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wek8HH-itEI/s1600/IMG_3379.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N9GqXKQQE0s/TbTe8PbAaHI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wek8HH-itEI/s320/IMG_3379.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;It was a long winter.&amp;nbsp; And Spring has been slow in coming.&amp;nbsp; However...the signs of life renewed, life emerging, are showing up more each day in the once gray and drear landscapes of East Central Illinois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Today we celebrated Easter.&amp;nbsp; In so many ways, the parallels of Spring and Easter are inseparable. Death before Life restored. The renewal of life seen clearly in the changing seasons is a still only just a glimpse at the larger story of life restored in the context of Easter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;We sometimes forget that when Jesus breathed his last breath on the cross, his physical death was also a dying of hopes and dreams of those who loved him.&amp;nbsp; The dark winter of the soul surely defined each one who had only days before followed their Lord as he triumphantly&amp;nbsp; had entered Jerusalem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;But then came Sunday!&amp;nbsp; Jesus conquered death Easter Morning.&amp;nbsp; Despair became hope...Faith was renewed.&amp;nbsp; And unlike the new life we see with the changing of the seasons...New Life in Christ&amp;nbsp; is a present and future promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Jesus said to her, "I am the resurrection and the life.&amp;nbsp; Whoever believes in me, though he die, yet shall he live, and everyone who lives and believes in me shall never die. Do you believe this?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;John 11:25-26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Easter is the source of Hope in my life.&amp;nbsp; Experiencing the death of those we love brings the promise of resurrection and restoration into sharp focus.&amp;nbsp; Joy which is experienced through tears here and now will be perfected someday. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I thought especially about the implications of Easter as I drove by our High School last week.&amp;nbsp; There is a tree that was planted in memory of Greg in May of 2003.&amp;nbsp; This past week it was in full bloom.&amp;nbsp; I had to stop, take some pictures, and pray a prayer of thanksgiving for this tangible reminder of the promise of new life...all because of the love of God and the transformational power of the resurrection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EYNf_w_OV54/TbTgIpONGHI/AAAAAAAAASY/KnZGZZOM9Is/s1600/IMG_3385.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EYNf_w_OV54/TbTgIpONGHI/AAAAAAAAASY/KnZGZZOM9Is/s320/IMG_3385.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amazing Love&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Graham Kendrick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My Lord, what love is this that pays so dearly &lt;br /&gt;That I the guilty one, may go free &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing love oh what sacrifice &lt;br /&gt;The Son of God giv’n for me &lt;br /&gt;My debt He pays and my death He dies &lt;br /&gt;That I might live, that I might live &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so they watched Him die &lt;br /&gt;Despised, rejected but &lt;br /&gt;Oh the blood He shed flowed for me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now this love of Christ &lt;br /&gt;Shall flow like rivers &lt;br /&gt;Come wash your guilt away, live again!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32956734-3623752706979571389?l=arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/3623752706979571389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32956734&amp;postID=3623752706979571389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/3623752706979571389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/3623752706979571389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-life.html' title='New Life'/><author><name>Bonnie Arends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763285572585858206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdwsctPspzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cSLf2LF1kB4/S220/family+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N9GqXKQQE0s/TbTe8PbAaHI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wek8HH-itEI/s72-c/IMG_3379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32956734.post-8301697497214599873</id><published>2011-04-04T22:10:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T22:31:49.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Retreat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O_rjl0aMVjI/TZqLKWjZToI/AAAAAAAAAR8/ecIouwjV7Uw/s1600/GCBC%2Bwomens%2Bretreat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O_rjl0aMVjI/TZqLKWjZToI/AAAAAAAAAR8/ecIouwjV7Uw/s320/GCBC%2Bwomens%2Bretreat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591934897302883970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The annual GCBC Women’s Retreat was this past weekend.  It had been several years since I had attended the gathering that convenes at Camp Warren for one weekend (Friday eve - Sunday noon) a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group of women, young and ‘seasoned’, spent time in worship and listening to challenging messages based around the theme of friendship.  Wonderful meals and great table talk seasoned the time spent together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fkgynnytiM/TZqL3fTHR6I/AAAAAAAAASE/tyWuIaWx3y0/s1600/IMG_0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fkgynnytiM/TZqL3fTHR6I/AAAAAAAAASE/tyWuIaWx3y0/s200/IMG_0150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591935672744626082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A personal highlight of the weekend retreat was the time I spent alone late Saturday afternoon as I walked beside the peaceful lake at the camp ground.  The sun was bright and the sky was clear blue.  I listened as the birds are beginning to sing a more convincing Spring song...and I observed the branches of the bare trees that are also testifying to the change of season as they prepare to burst forth with full bloom of flower and leaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Napl5FtesU0/TZqM1RSHKUI/AAAAAAAAASM/6CG0yDwb_bk/s1600/IMG_0156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Napl5FtesU0/TZqM1RSHKUI/AAAAAAAAASM/6CG0yDwb_bk/s200/IMG_0156.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591936734134217026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retreat for me was in those moments of quiet, meditation, prayer, and God’s Word thanks to the Daily Audio Bible podcast.  Retreat was basking in the warm, early Spring sunlight, embracing the moment.  Laying flat on my back, looking up to the sky, these words, this song, inspired by Isaiah 40:8, went through my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“I See You” by Rich Mullins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, You’re leading me &lt;br /&gt;With a cloud by day &lt;br /&gt;And then in the night &lt;br /&gt;The glow of a burning flame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everywhere I go, I see You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And You take my hand &lt;br /&gt;And You wash it clean &lt;br /&gt;I know the promised land &lt;br /&gt;Is light years ahead of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everywhere I go, I see You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the eagle flies &lt;br /&gt;And the rivers run&lt;br /&gt; I look through the night&lt;br /&gt; And I can see the rising sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everywhere I go, I see You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the grass will die &lt;br /&gt;And the flowers fall &lt;br /&gt;But Your Word’s alive&lt;br /&gt; And it will be after all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everywhere I go, I see You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am so thankful for the weekend away...surrounded by the raw beauty of life reawakening after a long, brutal winter.  The power of Jesus’ resurrection from the grave and promise of restoration are so perfectly alluded to by Spring.  Indeed, these days...everywhere I go I see Him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;The grass withers, the flower fades, but the word of our God stands forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;            Isaiah 40:8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32956734-8301697497214599873?l=arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/8301697497214599873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32956734&amp;postID=8301697497214599873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/8301697497214599873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/8301697497214599873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/2011/04/retreat.html' title='Retreat'/><author><name>Bonnie Arends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763285572585858206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdwsctPspzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cSLf2LF1kB4/S220/family+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O_rjl0aMVjI/TZqLKWjZToI/AAAAAAAAAR8/ecIouwjV7Uw/s72-c/GCBC%2Bwomens%2Bretreat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32956734.post-3256078649496260798</id><published>2011-03-26T17:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T18:49:17.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k6bp12ClLjM/TY5mdpB-HkI/AAAAAAAAAR0/tJsZ-lq_Tgo/s1600/cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k6bp12ClLjM/TY5mdpB-HkI/AAAAAAAAAR0/tJsZ-lq_Tgo/s320/cake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588516847029722690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;March 25th was Randy's birthday. We were able to celebrate with a night out...meal at a new (to us) restaurant, and cake at home for dessert.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;On the way home I thought about how much I loved Randy...and how I thanked God for him.  I considered the joy his parents must have felt at his birth...their first son!  I then pondered the awesome nature of God's grand plan...that Randy would end up in Kansas at a little college on the plains where we would meet, fall in love, and then later marry and settle back on the family farm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;How often do we live life moving from this moment to the next...but miss the story of our lives because of the focus only on the immediate.  It is important to be in the moment, but to do so within the context of the larger twists and turns of the past to the present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible gives us so many examples of remaining mindful of our past...to REMEMBER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Remember the days of old;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   consider the generations long past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ask your father and he will tell you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   your elders, and they will explain to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Deuteronomy 32:7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The larger story of God working in and through His people gives perspective to the present.  We gain a deeper appreciation of His faithfulness and steadfast love and care demonstrated clearly in the past and unfolding in the present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Randy’s birthday was a time for me to again bow the knee in gratitude and praise to God as I remembered...and celebrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32956734-3256078649496260798?l=arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/3256078649496260798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32956734&amp;postID=3256078649496260798' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/3256078649496260798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/3256078649496260798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Bonnie Arends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763285572585858206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdwsctPspzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cSLf2LF1kB4/S220/family+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k6bp12ClLjM/TY5mdpB-HkI/AAAAAAAAAR0/tJsZ-lq_Tgo/s72-c/cake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32956734.post-5114311503951547781</id><published>2011-03-23T21:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T21:40:23.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Go-To Place For Moms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;March 11 &amp;amp; 12 were the dates of this year’s National Hearts At Home  Conference which is held each year in Bloomington/Normal IL on the  campus of ISU.  The theme of this year’s event was “Mom Revolution”. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; “...R&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;evol&lt;/span&gt;ution is a very powerful word, but if you look closely, there is a key element to the word r&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;evol&lt;/span&gt;ution...love.   In all that we do for ourselves, our family, and our loved ones we  must remember to keep love at the forefront of our R&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;evol&lt;/span&gt;ution.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over  4500 women in all the stages of motherhood attended.  They heard  powerful keynote messages by Jennifer Rothschild and Jill Savage.  They  laughed with Chonda Pierce and expanded their horizons through the many  workshop options and presentations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every gre&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QEqb0IAqxE0/TYqbdyqHO0I/AAAAAAAAARk/MobR4cUWhUs/s1600/IMG_0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QEqb0IAqxE0/TYqbdyqHO0I/AAAAAAAAARk/MobR4cUWhUs/s200/IMG_0080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587449223823440706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at  conference has a resource center, and Hearts at Home provides that,  too.  Speaker tables were heavy with books early Friday morning, but by  Saturday afternoon the loads of books had shifted to thousands of  conference bags...just large enough to carry a few purchases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearts  At Home is truly the “Go To Place For Moms”.  There is no other  conference quite like it...with the focus so powerfully directed toward  women and their role as ‘mom’.  Motherhood and all the joys and sorrows  that it encompasses, is universal.  It is also very evident when you  become a parent, that the task at hand is one that will bring you to  your knees sooner or later.  That is why I appreciate HAH most...the  unapologetic   Christian focus that is present throughout main sessions  and workshops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video clip is a special moment from the  closing Main Session.  There is nothing quite like the sound of almost  3000 women lifting their hearts and voices in praise to God...the giver  of life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fRyc6TI6gas?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32956734-5114311503951547781?l=arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/5114311503951547781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32956734&amp;postID=5114311503951547781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/5114311503951547781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/5114311503951547781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/2011/03/go-to-place-for-moms.html' title='The Go-To Place For Moms'/><author><name>Bonnie Arends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763285572585858206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdwsctPspzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cSLf2LF1kB4/S220/family+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QEqb0IAqxE0/TYqbdyqHO0I/AAAAAAAAARk/MobR4cUWhUs/s72-c/IMG_0080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32956734.post-8873739873760540488</id><published>2011-03-14T20:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T21:22:25.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Community</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgwYOwqkek4/TX7MlI6RxgI/AAAAAAAAARc/85vYyaAQbZA/s1600/IMG_3106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgwYOwqkek4/TX7MlI6RxgI/AAAAAAAAARc/85vYyaAQbZA/s200/IMG_3106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584125526405137922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Daily Audio Bible has been an essential staple of my life since December 2007.  January, 2011 marks the beginning of year four in listening to the daily podcast that brings the Bible to ipods, ipads, and computers in a new and engaging way.  (Click on the link beside this post to find out more...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While DAB is a wonderful podcast, and a great way to experience the entire Bible each year, it has yet another layer...that of Community.  Saturday, March 5 I was honored to attend a DAB Community Gathering, in Indianapolis IN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How amazing it was to walk into the restored depot and instantly connect with folks I have corresponded with for the past 3 years.  Some of these dear brothers and sisters have shared prayer requests with the larger community through the podcasts and the forums...and I have prayed specifically for them.  Some have prayed specifically for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others were new DABbers...new to the podcast and new to the online community of the Daily Audio Bible.  It made no difference.  We were community in that we were deliberately walking through the Bible together, praying together about common requests and were experiencing the power of God’s Word impacting our lives.  The beauty of the variety of ages (DAB has a podcast for children), races (DAB is podcast in five languages), and walks of life (students, parents, executives, educators, trades) was evident in the kaleidoscope of folks gathered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday worship at the Plainfield Baptist Church was yet another gathering of the DAB community within the larger community of the local church.  Together we worshipped as Jill Parr (Brian’s wife) sang passionately from her heart and Brian spoke on Community.    The message was one I needed to hear...a timely reminder and encouragement to seek to grow deeper in community (Biblical Community).  Brian concluded his message with a reflective song by Sara Groves...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Twice As Good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;When I am down and need to cry till morning,&lt;br /&gt;I know just where I am going.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm in need of sweet commiseration&lt;br /&gt;To speak out loud.&lt;br /&gt;Raise a glass to friendship&lt;br /&gt;And to knowing you don't have to go alone.&lt;br /&gt;We'll raise out hearts to share each other's burdens&lt;br /&gt;On this road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every burden I have carried,&lt;br /&gt;Every joy--it's understood.&lt;br /&gt;Life with you is half as hard,&lt;br /&gt;And twice as good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32956734-8873739873760540488?l=arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/8873739873760540488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32956734&amp;postID=8873739873760540488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/8873739873760540488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/8873739873760540488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/2011/03/community.html' title='Community'/><author><name>Bonnie Arends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763285572585858206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdwsctPspzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cSLf2LF1kB4/S220/family+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgwYOwqkek4/TX7MlI6RxgI/AAAAAAAAARc/85vYyaAQbZA/s72-c/IMG_3106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32956734.post-6074037591088095056</id><published>2011-01-20T21:50:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T21:56:52.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/TTkCp_H_z7I/AAAAAAAAARI/KCXoCJvkZDQ/s1600/planner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/TTkCp_H_z7I/AAAAAAAAARI/KCXoCJvkZDQ/s320/planner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564481734935826354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a good thing to schedule and plan.  We count weeks then days until special events and vacations.  Such was our exercise the past few weeks as we anticipated a brief trip to Arizona this week.  Anticipation can either be thrilling or exhausting.  But...it builds and grows until the realization of the event.  Tuesday was a busy day, full of work and preparation for the next day’s departure.  However, all our planning could not change what happened late in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Steve fell down a flight of stairs after a mid afternoon appointment.  It was obvious that he had been hurt, and a trip to the Emergency room confirmed that he had a fractured left clavicle (collarbone).  Wednesday, instead of boarding a jet, we were in the orthopedic surgeon’s examination room, looking at Steve’s x-rays.  The doctor is hopeful that with a brace, sling, and time, the bones will heal without surgery.  Steve is very sore and disappointed to miss the Barrett Jackson car auction.  But, we are very thankful that his injuries were not more severe considering the distance of his fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We also were reminded that even the best laid out plans are subject to change.  We are ultimately not in charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Look here, you who say, “Today or tomorrow we are going to a certain town and will stay there a year. We will do business there and make a profit.”  How do you know what your life will be like tomorrow? Your life is like the morning fog—it’s here a little while, then it’s gone.  What you ought to say is, “If the Lord wants us to, we will live and do this or that.”  Otherwise you are boasting about your own plans, and all such boasting is evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;James 4:13-16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We will trust in the God who sovereignly works in the midst of all circumstances.  We pray for complete healing for Steve’s collar bone, and we give thanks that Steve was not hurt worse in his fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...we hope that next January, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord willing&lt;/span&gt;, we can travel to Arizona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32956734-6074037591088095056?l=arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/6074037591088095056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32956734&amp;postID=6074037591088095056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/6074037591088095056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/6074037591088095056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/2011/01/plans.html' title='Plans'/><author><name>Bonnie Arends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763285572585858206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdwsctPspzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cSLf2LF1kB4/S220/family+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/TTkCp_H_z7I/AAAAAAAAARI/KCXoCJvkZDQ/s72-c/planner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32956734.post-677389503713510066</id><published>2011-01-05T21:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T23:15:14.652-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For the New Year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/TSVB9IU0xDI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/sZsyyGa3Mx0/s1600/471235_reset_button.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/TSVB9IU0xDI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/sZsyyGa3Mx0/s320/471235_reset_button.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558921833521398834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A new year has dawned, swiftly it seems.  As time passes and the line between one year and another is crossed, one's thoughts can naturally tend toward either regret of things past (unaccomplished goals) or anticipation of what's to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, while visiting with a friend over lunch, we were discussing the year past and our goals and dreams for the year 2011.  In the midst of the conversation it was clear that she had a neat perspective of looking forward into the new year.  Her phrase echos in my mind a day later..."the new year is a time to push the 'reset button'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly, we do celebrate the year that has passed...the faithfulness of God that sometimes is best seen in the form of remembered blessings and clear evidences of His leading and providence.  We give thanks for the love of family and friends that He has lavished upon us.  And we realize in a deeper way how He is near to the brokenhearted...blessing even those who mourn...promising joy which comes in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found that the beginning of a new year is a grand opportunity to 'reset' and prayerfully wait upon the Lord to speak into my heart His will and vision for my life in the next 12 months.  I am so thankful, too, to begin year 4 of going through the Bible with the Daily Audio Bible podcast.  The story of scripture...and the journey that we are all a part of, is clarified more each day by time spent in His word.   Below, my goals for 2011 are best articulated by scripture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                                                                       Romans 12:12 NIV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Forever grateful for the 'reset' of each new year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32956734-677389503713510066?l=arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/677389503713510066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32956734&amp;postID=677389503713510066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/677389503713510066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/677389503713510066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/2011/01/for-new-year.html' title='For the New Year...'/><author><name>Bonnie Arends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763285572585858206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdwsctPspzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cSLf2LF1kB4/S220/family+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/TSVB9IU0xDI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/sZsyyGa3Mx0/s72-c/471235_reset_button.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32956734.post-4704248886444062214</id><published>2010-10-31T15:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T15:49:33.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven Touching Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/TM3V5TqvjOI/AAAAAAAAAQo/WhoyGjIeZN4/s1600/IMG_2576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/TM3V5TqvjOI/AAAAAAAAAQo/WhoyGjIeZN4/s400/IMG_2576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534314697617018082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;The voice of God, presence of God, and touch of God intersecting with the the dailiness of my life are moments which thrill my heart and confirm anew His deep abiding love and care for me as His child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the defining times of Heaven touching earth in my life occurred at the moment of the Spirit’s invitation to my heart to surrender all my 10 year old sensibilities could comprehend to become forever His child, saved by His grace demonstrated by the sacrifice of Christ on the cross for one such as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the years have passed (decades now) I have experienced more frequent moments of heaven touching earth.  Yes, I have sensed those times during gathered corporate worship, or when listening to a gifted teacher/speaker, or while praising God by listening to or singing music in adoration and worship of Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also experienced Heaven touching earth as I have placed value in cultivating disciplines of godly living.  The times when I practice solitude, quiet meditation, prayer, study of scriptures and journalling...those are the sustaining, life giving moments of Heaven touching earth.  I am completing my third year of traveling through the Bible by means of The Daily Audio Bible podcast and reading/journaling.    Each year the journey is more blessed.  Each year the promptings of His Spirit nudge me into deeper relationship with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven indeed touches earth in the glorious process of restoration and renewal that God seeks to be about in each of our lives.  I am humbled and amazed that He reveals Himself to me through the disciplines and through the power of the body of Christ here on earth...His church...His bride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32956734-4704248886444062214?l=arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/4704248886444062214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32956734&amp;postID=4704248886444062214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/4704248886444062214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/4704248886444062214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/2010/10/heaven-touching-earth.html' title='Heaven Touching Earth'/><author><name>Bonnie Arends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763285572585858206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdwsctPspzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cSLf2LF1kB4/S220/family+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/TM3V5TqvjOI/AAAAAAAAAQo/WhoyGjIeZN4/s72-c/IMG_2576.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32956734.post-3967836416649271305</id><published>2010-08-02T20:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T20:49:15.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabbath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/TFdzE8KnWKI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/am6gpoFuwfA/s1600/IMG_0818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/TFdzE8KnWKI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/am6gpoFuwfA/s320/IMG_0818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500991998563670178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Overwhelmed is not inevitable.  Exhaustion is not spiritual, or even noble.  God not merely created Sabbath, He then commanded us to enter in.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;John Eldredge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Next week will be our official family vacation at Maranatha.  In the past it has been a time of refreshment and restoration of body and spirit.  We all enjoy the times spent with friends of week 7, the challenging speakers and the moving worship led by gifted musicians.  We also enjoy our rest!  We take naps, sleep in, and doze in the afternoon sun with the sound of the waves of Lake Michigan breaking on the pristine white sand beach.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We jump waves and laugh in delight!  We indulge in rich creamy hand dipped ice cream at the end of the evenings at the sweet shop, and we discuss all things political, social and foundational poolside.  We climb all the way to the Prayer Tower and meditate while basking in the grand view of the lake from the highest perch on the dune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I fully intend to ‘enter into’ Sabbath next week at Maranatha!  And I am learning to be more intentional about celebrating Sabbath in the midst of the remaining 51 weeks of the year.  That is an art...and one worth investing in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“...God’s invitation to enter into life, and joy, and wonder.  A time for Sabbath...that brings deep restoration.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;John Eldredge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be still and know that I am God...           &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Psalm 46:10&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32956734-3967836416649271305?l=arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/3967836416649271305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32956734&amp;postID=3967836416649271305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/3967836416649271305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/3967836416649271305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/2010/08/sabbath.html' title='Sabbath'/><author><name>Bonnie Arends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763285572585858206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdwsctPspzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cSLf2LF1kB4/S220/family+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/TFdzE8KnWKI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/am6gpoFuwfA/s72-c/IMG_0818.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32956734.post-3476550889230166837</id><published>2010-07-29T12:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T12:56:03.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Golfing in July</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/TFG_17UUS9I/AAAAAAAAAQI/dFrpas0-94o/s1600/IMG_1937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/TFG_17UUS9I/AAAAAAAAAQI/dFrpas0-94o/s320/IMG_1937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499387553172966354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/TFG768lL89I/AAAAAAAAAQA/7oXp0KFpiEo/s1600/IMG_1882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/TFG768lL89I/AAAAAAAAAQA/7oXp0KFpiEo/s320/IMG_1882.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499383241364992978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;day, July 26 was the date of the 8th Annual Greg Arends Memorial FCA Golf Outing.  Although July has been a warm and humid month, the weather was wonderful for a late July afternoon.  Over 70 golfers were able to participate in the golf scramble, and by all accounts...a good time was had by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this summer I wrote an email that captures my feelings and vision about this annual event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... since 2003 (The first golf outing was held just months after Greg's death) we have been able to raise enough funds to have sent 50 students to FCA camps these past 7 years.  Greg went to FCA Leadership Camp the summer of 2001 and was really impacted by that week at camp.  Our desire is to invest in the lives of high school students by providing a means to equip student leaders (at FCA Camps) to return to school and continue the ministry of FCA (Fellowship of Christian Athletes) within the public school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can imagine...it is not an easy day for many reasons, and when it seems to be just too difficult or painful to keep on with the effort, I only need listen to the young people who share at the banquet at the end of the day about their camping experiences.  It is a true blessing to get a glimpse at the larger purpose of Greg's ongoing impact in the lives of these young people.  We continue to lean into the promise of Romans 8:28...knowing that while our perspective is limited and our vision dim...God sees and knows and continues to work out His perfect will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, the very best part of the day was hearing the stories from 2 students about their experiences at camp earlier this month.  One student was challenged about the concept of teamwork and how that applied not only in sports but in life.  The other student shared that it was that week of camp that she was invited to consider what a relationship with Jesus was all about - and the fruit that her decision to follow Him has already yielded in her young life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an wonderful day, with some amazing golf shots, fun on the course, and celebration of lives impacted by the ministry of FCA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32956734-3476550889230166837?l=arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/3476550889230166837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32956734&amp;postID=3476550889230166837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/3476550889230166837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/3476550889230166837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/2010/07/golfing-in-july.html' title='Golfing in July'/><author><name>Bonnie Arends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763285572585858206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdwsctPspzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cSLf2LF1kB4/S220/family+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/TFG_17UUS9I/AAAAAAAAAQI/dFrpas0-94o/s72-c/IMG_1937.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32956734.post-9032815821807238491</id><published>2010-07-09T19:01:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T21:22:25.435-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Walk - Prelude 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/TDfHLk3bUfI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7GzbGxE0Zl0/s1600/IMG_1817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 419px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/TDfHLk3bUfI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7GzbGxE0Zl0/s320/IMG_1817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492077272290251250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was a full day of extended hours at work...impossible time of  year.  However, I was determined to pause, take a walk, and quietly  listen and see God in the early evening hours walking in the fields near  our farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a humble journey, nothing specular, yet, God  seemed to open my eyes to beauty that surrounds me and mostly is  unacknowledged in my normal routine.  The sky was amazing...clouds with  sunbeams bursting through.  Wildflowers randomly springing from the  ditch grasses, corn tall and stately, and the crocked gravel path  leading to our cattle pasture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/TDfHMno8X6I/AAAAAAAAAPU/AGIAH7gZZAc/s1600/IMG_1842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/TDfHMno8X6I/AAAAAAAAAPU/AGIAH7gZZAc/s320/IMG_1842.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492077290214678434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;amera captured elements of  the display...but my heart was the real depository of the beauty.  As I  observed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; one thing after another several truths of scripture were etched  in my mind.  Luke 12:22-34 continues to resound with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Walk  into the fields and look at the wildflowers. They don't fuss with their  appearance—but have you ever seen color and design quite like it? The  ten best-dressed men and women in the country look shabby alongside  them. If God gives such attention to the wildflowers, most of them never  even seen, don't you think he'll attend to you, take pride in you, do  his best for you? "   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; Luke 12:25-28  The Message &lt;input name="charset_test" value="€,´,€,´,水,Д,Є" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="fb_dtsg" value="QF8Q8" autocomplete="off" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input id="feedback_params" name="feedback_params" value="{&amp;quot;actor&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;646245470&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;target_fbid&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;408028086667&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;target_profile_id&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;646245470&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;type_id&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;14&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;source&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;2&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;assoc_obj_id&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;source_app_id&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;extra_story_params&amp;quot;:[],&amp;quot;check_hash&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;2bab44c2aca348f6&amp;quot;}" autocomplete="off" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input id="post_form_id" name="post_form_id" value="c3e8e61e0a05994c5c12bd9c6f8d9bb2" autocomplete="off" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;span class="UIActionLinks  UIActionLinks_bottom" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;action&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;abbr title="Thursday, July 8, 2010 at 1:02pm" date="Thu, 08 Jul 2010  11:02:07 -0700" class="timestamp"&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/TDfHMno8X6I/AAAAAAAAAPU/AGIAH7gZZAc/s1600/IMG_1842.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Trusting Him with all  things, all situations is what honors Him most...He nudged me, reminded  me and assured me that He is in all the details, even providing a time  of beauty and reflection at the end of a too busy day&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I  treasure my times with Him when I deliberately listen to Him in the  quiet whisper of the breezes of East Central Illinois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32956734-9032815821807238491?l=arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/9032815821807238491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32956734&amp;postID=9032815821807238491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/9032815821807238491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/9032815821807238491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/2010/07/long-walk-prelude-2010.html' title='Long Walk - Prelude 2010'/><author><name>Bonnie Arends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763285572585858206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdwsctPspzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cSLf2LF1kB4/S220/family+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/TDfHLk3bUfI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7GzbGxE0Zl0/s72-c/IMG_1817.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32956734.post-8226214303570342021</id><published>2010-01-27T22:16:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T08:49:13.058-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baptism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/S2EXLV312vI/AAAAAAAAANE/wSD-RzVqM4o/s1600-h/IMG_1318.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431648109202889458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/S2EXLV312vI/AAAAAAAAANE/wSD-RzVqM4o/s200/IMG_1318.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Sunday, January 24, 2010 I was baptized by immersion during the morning Worship service at the Gibson City Bible Church. The journey to get to that place and time has occurred over many years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0px; MIN-HEIGHT: 14px; FONT: 12px Times" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;It was not a decision I came to lightly, and in fact was really something I deliberately put significant time in prayer, scripture and study of the 'why's' of baptism, the 'arguments' for several views of baptism, and of course conversations with several of my mentors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0px; MIN-HEIGHT: 14px; FONT: 12px Times" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Ultimately, it became an issue of obeying a sure and relentless nudging of the Spirit to give testimony to my relationship in Christ by not only spoken word but by action (immersion signifying my identity with Jesus in death [to sin], burial, and resurrection to new life in Him).&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 184px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431641968515791362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/S2ERl6B8ugI/AAAAAAAAAM0/X8CgI7oiVik/s200/IMG_1335.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;I can testify that since that simple act...the peace that I experienced the minute I entered the waters to this moment now is amazing and confirming in a powerful way. I will never, ever forget standing before my church family and clearly declaring my love for and identity with Jesus my Savior and Lord. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0px; MIN-HEIGHT: 14px; FONT: 12px Times"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0px; MIN-HEIGHT: 14px; FONT: 12px Times"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px; MIN-HEIGHT: 14px; FONT: 12px Times"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"I am crucified with Christ and I no longer live but Christ lives in me! The life I live in the body I live by faith in the son of God who loved me and gave his life for me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Galatians 2:20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px; MIN-HEIGHT: 14px; FONT: 12px Times"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32956734-8226214303570342021?l=arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/8226214303570342021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32956734&amp;postID=8226214303570342021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/8226214303570342021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/8226214303570342021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/2010/01/baptism_27.html' title='Baptism'/><author><name>Bonnie Arends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763285572585858206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdwsctPspzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cSLf2LF1kB4/S220/family+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/S2EXLV312vI/AAAAAAAAANE/wSD-RzVqM4o/s72-c/IMG_1318.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32956734.post-7091551973935002965</id><published>2009-04-07T22:32:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T23:44:38.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perceived Security</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/Sdwb9FRpGqI/AAAAAAAAAKM/KpMKcgdxZzg/s1600-h/secure.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/Sdwb9FRpGqI/AAAAAAAAAKM/KpMKcgdxZzg/s1600-h/secure.jpg"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322159595847228066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/Sdwb9FRpGqI/AAAAAAAAAKM/KpMKcgdxZzg/s320/secure.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My co-workers have accused me of having a sense of perceived security that is a bit naive and at times almost foolish. Maybe that is true. I would like to believe the best of others, and that no ill could befall me living in a safe community, surrounded by seemingly safe people. Yet, if I read the newspaper or listen to the evening news, I have to admit that it seems like the world we live in locally, nationally and internationally seems to be less secure with each passing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we all have a false sense of safety that is actually encouraged in 'proper' society. Why would a person choose to live under a cloud of suspicion and fear? Who likes to see the world as the glass half empty? We are much happier if we choose to be blissfully unaware of the dangers that indeed exist even in our 'safe' little realities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six years ago I mistakenly assumed that my teen sons would be safe driving to school in the daylight, on clear roads, during the daytime hours, on familiar roads. I thought the real danger existed during nighttime driving...never at 7 a.m. However, my sense of perceived security was shattered January 17, 2003 when Greg's car left the roadway and crashed into a utility pole...close to home, on clear roads, during daylight hours. That is why, now, Randy &amp;amp; Steve (and I when time permits) share with teens and parents that 'perceived security' about teen driving can be deadly or debilitating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perceived Security can also be dangerous in the realm of Spiritual Warfare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. Put on the full armor of God so that you can take your stand against the devil's schemes. For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ephesians 6:10-13 tells us that the need is here right now to be prepared for the devil's schemes. That means whether we acknowledge it or not...we are engaged in battle and are not safe on our own. The good news is God provides armor. He provides protection, wisdom and discernment, but the passage above indicates that we must participate...not passively assume that all is well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The even better news, however, is not that we are guaranteed of a safe, secure and tranquil existence, but that we are assured that no matter what battle we face, God is with us and for us when we are His and He is our Father God. &lt;em&gt;What, then, shall we say in response to this? If God is for us, who can be against us?&lt;/em&gt; Romans 8:31.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am working on acknowledging that ultimately I am dependent on God alone for true security. Eternal Security. Life will never be without its troubles and trials. But I know who has the final victory, and no matter what - I am secure in my future in Him and with Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32956734-7091551973935002965?l=arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/7091551973935002965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32956734&amp;postID=7091551973935002965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/7091551973935002965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/7091551973935002965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/2009/04/perceived-security.html' title='Perceived Security'/><author><name>Bonnie Arends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763285572585858206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdwsctPspzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cSLf2LF1kB4/S220/family+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/Sdwb9FRpGqI/AAAAAAAAAKM/KpMKcgdxZzg/s72-c/secure.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32956734.post-8309238714493359327</id><published>2009-03-29T18:54:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T20:31:47.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>'Hearts at Home'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdAOTc-IvEI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/dOOKiLvb_IY/s1600-h/IMG_0206.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318766887281671234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdAOTc-IvEI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/dOOKiLvb_IY/s320/IMG_0206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; March 13 &amp;amp; 14, 2009 was the Hearts at Home National Conference in Normal, IL. The theme this year was, "Real Moms, Real Lives, Real Stories." Keynote Speakers were Jill Savage, Founder and Executive Director of Hearts at Home and Dr. Kevin Leman, internationally known psychologist, author and speaker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It was a  joy to serve as a conference volunteer both days and be a 'fly on the wall' and observe so many aspects of why Hearts at Home is such an encouragement to moms nationwide and internationally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hearts at Home is an organization that is committed to "Encouraging Moms in Every State of Motherhood". It is a Christ-centered organization that encourages, educates, and equips women in the profession of motherhood by offering events such as the National Conference and offering resources to encourage moms all year long like eNews letter, Website, Books, and HeartBeat radio spots. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What started out as a small group of moms gathering in Jill's living room grew to a large, church sponsored mom's group, which dared to dream about the concept of encouraging more moms through a conference with speakers and workshops. The dream was ordained and blessed by God, and has since grown to what happens today, all year long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My first exposure to Hearts At Home was when Steve &amp;amp; Greg were in grade school. I was absolutely overwhelmed by my first conference, as I sat in the ISU Braden Auditorium (pictured above) with over 2,000 other moms. I realized that no matter what age you were, what age your children were, what 'social strata' you were part of, or what church on the corner you attended (if you attended)...a mom is really a mom. We all have common joys, frustrations, concerns, and goals. Most of all, to see in a new way what a gift motherhood really is, and to worship together with thousands of women the true Giver of Life was the ultimate highlight for me. I left my first conference forever changed. I also left my first conference determined that as much as I might have needed encouragement, there will always be other moms that need encouragement. Since then I have served on the staff of Hearts at Home full time, and now just during conferences...since working full time at our church office.  I am also a Hearts At Home Ambassador and Prayer &amp;amp; Promote Partner.  My passion to see the work of Hearts at Home advance is as strong as ever...so that drives my efforts each year to work behind the scenes so moms can be encouraged. The 'payback' is the knowledge that as women leave the conferences, lives are changed and perspectives have been enlarged for the good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdAX4o9pHKI/AAAAAAAAAKE/yAyNqpr4p_I/s1600-h/IMG_0197.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318777421760634018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdAX4o9pHKI/AAAAAAAAAKE/yAyNqpr4p_I/s200/IMG_0197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This year's conference did not disappoint! The Keynote talks by both Jill and Dr. Leman were warmly and enthusiastically received by the women. The many workshops were also well attended and blessed the attendees as they learned more about parenting, marriage, spiritual growth, and family management.  They allow moms to spend time hearing from talented speakers and presenters about the issues that matter most to them at this stage of their life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hearts At Home ultimately points each and every attendee to each one's need for a Savior - Jesus Christ. Motherhood drives moms to their knees...and Jesus is faithful to provide wisdom, strength, endurance, patience and love in all those experiences of mothering.   I praise God for the Hearts at Home organization, and my connection with it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Invest in a mother...Influence a family...Improve a community...Impact the world!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32956734-8309238714493359327?l=arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/8309238714493359327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32956734&amp;postID=8309238714493359327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/8309238714493359327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/8309238714493359327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/2009/03/home.html' title='&apos;Hearts at Home&apos;'/><author><name>Bonnie Arends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763285572585858206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdwsctPspzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cSLf2LF1kB4/S220/family+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdAOTc-IvEI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/dOOKiLvb_IY/s72-c/IMG_0206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32956734.post-3550245302963648561</id><published>2009-03-05T06:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T07:22:48.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/Sa_R3_XDYOI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/YxDyavMLeGQ/s1600-h/102_3388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309693245524238562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/Sa_R3_XDYOI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/YxDyavMLeGQ/s200/102_3388.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today is Steve’s 24th Birthday! We hope to make a special evening of it for him by taking him to one of his favorite restaurants, Dos Reales in Champaign. Randy and Steve visit it often, so it should be fun to have the wait staff sing Happy Birthday…or whatever they sing in Spanish…to him tonight. Maybe he’ll even get a big sombrero placed on his head, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrate Steve’s birthday in a bittersweet way. Of course today would have been Greg’s 24th birthday as well. Each year, especially today, my mind dares to think about things above all human understanding. I think specifically about eternity and if time is marked in heaven as it is here on earth. Is Greg aware that his twin brother is 24? Is Greg forever 17? Is Greg actually at a ‘perfect age’ to someday go with his ‘perfect body’?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The promise of heaven and eternal life is a comfort like none other. But the mysteries of those things are equally vast in their scope. "For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways," declares the LORD. Isaiah 55:8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that ultimately God remains in control for the very reason that He is GOD. There is a strange comfort that comes knowing that I do not have to understand…nor am I even expected to understand these things. It is mine to trust alone in God alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if time is marked in heaven, and if we can prepare a celebratory meal and cake in heaven, I look forward to again hosting a Birthday party for both my sons again…no matter what age they will be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32956734-3550245302963648561?l=arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/3550245302963648561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32956734&amp;postID=3550245302963648561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/3550245302963648561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/3550245302963648561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/2009/03/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays'/><author><name>Bonnie Arends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763285572585858206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdwsctPspzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cSLf2LF1kB4/S220/family+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/Sa_R3_XDYOI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/YxDyavMLeGQ/s72-c/102_3388.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32956734.post-2766057211017173178</id><published>2009-03-03T19:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:45:39.134-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hear 'Voices'</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-556aa24266384fbc" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D556aa24266384fbc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329894791%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D651247FAEABC62F39010D9F4F927C8CA3EB784EC.2B72AD3C0CA10F697B038A6349D01B7E1D6B91D0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D556aa24266384fbc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgcYY2G03dyDGB9tHuzyRkYHxslk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D556aa24266384fbc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329894791%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D651247FAEABC62F39010D9F4F927C8CA3EB784EC.2B72AD3C0CA10F697B038A6349D01B7E1D6B91D0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D556aa24266384fbc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgcYY2G03dyDGB9tHuzyRkYHxslk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Above is the introduction to the MMA presentation, VOICES.  Randy &amp;amp; Steve were scheduled to present at the Chicago area LEAD conference this past weekend.  However, the best laid plans are subject to change.  Steve took 'sick' on the way up to Chicago, so he ended up enduring the flu in a hotel room while Randy &amp;amp; I set up and presented the show to over 700 Middle and High School students Saturday evening.  I sat in the front row and shot this video with my camera.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;As you can hear from the opening segment, the kids had a great time watching the presentation.  At the end, Randy briefly told them 'why' we would give up a weekend evening to travel and work hard (set up/tear down) to present to them.  Randy talked about how the presentation, especially the safe driving segments, are personal to us because of Greg's death and Steve's continuing struggle with brain injury due to their crash.  The room went silent.  He encourged them to step up, make wise choices in all areas of their lives and to lead by example.  Brief message but a powerful VOICE of experience and wisdom for their young hearts and minds.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We all have VOICES talking to us even as adults, each day.  Family, friends, co-workers, speak words of direction, encouragement or challenge into our hearts and minds.  And likewise, we too, are among the voices they hear back.  So, daily we have a choice on many levels:  Who to really listen to and who to encourage with our voice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The ultimate VOICE we have the choice to listen to and follow is God's.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" You shall follow the LORD your God and fear Him; and you shall keep His commandments, listen to His voice, serve Him, and cling to Him."   Deuteronomy 13:4 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We hope and pray that the presentations that Randy &amp;amp; Steve show at schools and conferences to young people will cause them to consider the impact their VOICE and the VOICES of those around them can ultimately have in the direction of their lives.  And, we hope that they will seek out God's Awesome VOICE to provide life to them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32956734-2766057211017173178?l=arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=556aa24266384fbc&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/2766057211017173178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32956734&amp;postID=2766057211017173178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/2766057211017173178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/2766057211017173178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hear-voices.html' title='I Hear &apos;Voices&apos;'/><author><name>Bonnie Arends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763285572585858206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdwsctPspzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cSLf2LF1kB4/S220/family+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32956734.post-785562727358565882</id><published>2009-02-03T21:47:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T22:20:10.391-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Community</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SYkQ3_1Sb3I/AAAAAAAAAJU/A5FDguqcIW8/s1600-h/IMG_0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298784990791888754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SYkQ3_1Sb3I/AAAAAAAAAJU/A5FDguqcIW8/s200/IMG_0104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This past Sunday was Super Bowl Sunday. For the second year in a row, Randy, Steve &amp;amp; I hosted a Super Bowl party in our home for folks from our church family.   The evening for us is not about a football game, half-time entertainers or even the commercials. It is about fellowship and community. Somehow, community usually means food and as you can see from the picture, we had plenty of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All ages were represented with folks in their 80's to others who were barely approaching adolescence. It was a time to laugh, visit, and even discuss important issues of life...faith, politics, life and death.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SYkU5bERQFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/rn7lJCG0VSo/s1600-h/IMG_0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298789413328863314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SYkU5bERQFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/rn7lJCG0VSo/s200/IMG_0115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The game ended up being exciting to the very end as we were collectively rooting for the underdog team (AZ Cardinals).  The house was full of enthusiasm as the dream seemed to become a reality...until the final scoring drive by the Steelers.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As the last one left, we realized how rich we were to have a home full of friends and family (church family) that evening.  Community is something that we need to be intentional about cultivating.  Relationship that shares and encourages...stretches and admonishes is a true blessing!  We hope to create more memories similar to that night throughout this coming year.  Sunday evening was indeed Super!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32956734-785562727358565882?l=arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/785562727358565882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32956734&amp;postID=785562727358565882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/785562727358565882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/785562727358565882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/2009/02/community.html' title='Community'/><author><name>Bonnie Arends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763285572585858206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdwsctPspzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cSLf2LF1kB4/S220/family+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SYkQ3_1Sb3I/AAAAAAAAAJU/A5FDguqcIW8/s72-c/IMG_0104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32956734.post-6346078709601293068</id><published>2009-01-17T23:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T00:13:29.629-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SXLIWqJik5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/T1aeZU6MZ7w/s1600-h/tears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292512803710735250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SXLIWqJik5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/T1aeZU6MZ7w/s200/tears.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today is a hard anniversary of remembrance...6 years since the crash. I find that each year I brace myself, I remember, and I find that tears come easily and frequently, especially on January 17th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Six years sounds like a long time, and in many ways it has been. I think I have aged double time in these past 6 years. It seems like forever since I was able to speak with Greg, since life was not so complicated. Yet, there are times that 6 years seems like a blink, a moment in the midst of the whole. Through out these 6 years I know without a doubt that I have shed more tears in that span of time than all of the years of my life that preceded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes the tears creep up slowly, other times they appear in a overwhelming torrent. Yet, when they ease and the flow ends, healing of soul has occurred. It is comforting to know that shedding tears is nothing new, nor anything to be ashamed of, especially when grieving. The Bible tells much of times of sorrow and the shedding of tears by others who lost loved ones. Even Jesus shed tears at the tomb of his friend Lazarus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You keep track of all my sorrows. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have collected all my tears in your bottle. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have recorded each one in your book.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                                             Psalm 56:8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What a comfort to know that my tears are significant to God. He cares, He comforts with His Word. So, while today has been hard in many ways, I continue to cling to HOPE in the midst of the tears. I know my Redeemer lives, He is the victor over death. Some day, He will wipe the final tears that fall from my eyes when He makes all things new and all is restored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32956734-6346078709601293068?l=arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/6346078709601293068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32956734&amp;postID=6346078709601293068' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/6346078709601293068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/6346078709601293068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/2009/01/tears.html' title='Tears'/><author><name>Bonnie Arends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763285572585858206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdwsctPspzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cSLf2LF1kB4/S220/family+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SXLIWqJik5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/T1aeZU6MZ7w/s72-c/tears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32956734.post-5182612718128160603</id><published>2008-12-25T19:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T19:28:58.675-06:00</updated><title type='text'>'Keeping Christmas'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SVQzGthzXfI/AAAAAAAAAIo/0VFy1OSOI5Q/s1600-h/Christmas+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283904453206040050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SVQzGthzXfI/AAAAAAAAAIo/0VFy1OSOI5Q/s200/Christmas+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is unbelievable to think that Christmas Day 2008 has arrived. I am writing this as we are driving to Christmas dinner with Mom &amp;amp; Dad in Indiana. The past days of gift wrapping, baking, and special programs are already a blurred memory as I now watch the icy mid-western landscape zip by through the car windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I can finally catch my breath I wonder have I indeed ‘kept Christmas’ in a way that is honoring to the King of kings? How would one even gauge such a concept? If the measure is being busy with Christmas preparations and events, then I have succeeded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December began with a local production of Handel’s Messiah at our church. My heart and soul soared even as the music reached its crescendo at the conclusion of the Hallelujah Chorus. The words of scripture became alive with the voices and stringed instruments that day. Our Messiah has come…Hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas cards were prepared and sent, and joyfully received. Decorations and gift wrapping consumed large blocks of time as did extra cooking and baking. But, it has become a large part of how I ‘keep Christmas’ for myself, our family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of ‘keeping Christmas’ this year, however, has been the moments that I have slowed down and considered what Christmas is really all about. Our sermons at church during Advent helped me to keep a correct perspective and enlarged my vision. The panoramic view of Christmas challenged me to consider the Kingdom of God that invaded earth over 2000 years ago in Bethlehem and what the implications are for those who are called to be part of His kingdom even now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOPE came to earth that first Christmas and remains with us even now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joy to the world, the Lord is come.&lt;br /&gt;Let earth receive her King.&lt;br /&gt;Let every heart, prepare Him room&lt;br /&gt;And Heaven and nature sing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32956734-5182612718128160603?l=arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/5182612718128160603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32956734&amp;postID=5182612718128160603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/5182612718128160603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/5182612718128160603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/2008/12/keeping-christmas.html' title='&apos;Keeping Christmas&apos;'/><author><name>Bonnie Arends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763285572585858206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdwsctPspzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cSLf2LF1kB4/S220/family+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SVQzGthzXfI/AAAAAAAAAIo/0VFy1OSOI5Q/s72-c/Christmas+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32956734.post-6088703763530023089</id><published>2008-11-29T11:10:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T11:20:24.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Countin' Blessings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/STGCb9-6X4I/AAAAAAAAAII/MXMfMydTGYM/s1600-h/counting+blessings.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274140055634075522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/STGCb9-6X4I/AAAAAAAAAII/MXMfMydTGYM/s200/counting+blessings.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When upon life's billows, y&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;ou are tempest tossed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you are discouraged t&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;hinking all is lost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Count your many blessings n&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;ame them one by one'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it will surprise you w&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;hat the Lord has done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Count your blessings name them one by one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Count your blessings see what God has done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Count your blessings name them one by one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Count your many blessings See what God has done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Are you ever burdened with a load of care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Does the cross seem heavy you are called to bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Count your many blessings every doubt will fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And you will be singing as the days go by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wednesday I was blessed to take 40 minutes out of my workday at the church office to share in our church's monthly service at one of our local nursing homes. Since it was the day before Thanksgiving I thought it appropriate to share some thoughts I had been personally processing in regards to the holiday at hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sang the song, "Count Your Blessings". The residents all seemed to know that old favorite and sang and whistled along to the best of their abilities. It's a song that for me brings warm memories of my growing up years back in our small church in Michigan. I loved singing that song because of the fun melody, the lighthearted rhythm, and the 4 part harmony that was such a rich part of my heritage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even as a child, the concept of 'counting my blessings' was one that I could grasp and consider, even when at times things in my childish world did not always seem just or fair. I knew that in spite of it all, I had many blessings that I could literally think about and 'count'. And even as a child I knew that this honored God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as an adult, those words still challenge me to right thinking. Philippians 4:4-9 speaks about these things:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me—put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are admonished to cultivate right thinking or Thankfulness by this passage. Cultivating implies working. Randy has finished his fall tillage or cultivation of the soil. He does that to prepare the soil to be able to receive the seed in the spring and for optimal growth to happen. So, too, we can cultivate our hearts by such a simple exercise as counting our blessings...no matter what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the same chapter the Apostle Paul speaks from his own personal experience in Philippians 4:11-12:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am not saying this because I am in need, for I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances. I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are to learn contentment. Learning is a choice, just as cultivating our hearts is a choice...not the natural way we tend to operate.  So, just as I shared the above thoughts with the dear folks at the nursing home Wednesday, I continue to consider them for myself and seek to commit to cultivating a heart that gives thanks in the midst of trials and is learning contentment with the help of God's Spirit speaking these truths into my heart and mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving here was blessed. Food abounded and fellowship with family was sweet. We do have much to give thanks for in a world that is full of trouble and trials. God is still in control..our HOPE rests in Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274139622844167762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/STGCCxtwdlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/AmZCde48iZQ/s200/100_3355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32956734-6088703763530023089?l=arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/6088703763530023089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32956734&amp;postID=6088703763530023089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/6088703763530023089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/6088703763530023089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/2008/11/countin-blessings.html' title='Countin&apos; Blessings...'/><author><name>Bonnie Arends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763285572585858206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdwsctPspzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cSLf2LF1kB4/S220/family+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/STGCb9-6X4I/AAAAAAAAAII/MXMfMydTGYM/s72-c/counting+blessings.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32956734.post-4055820931313976683</id><published>2008-11-02T15:23:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T17:41:42.442-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Still</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SQ4kbaazijI/AAAAAAAAAGE/155_RiBfMrg/s1600-h/Fall-Leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264185067809507890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SQ4kbaazijI/AAAAAAAAAGE/155_RiBfMrg/s200/Fall-Leaves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The glory of the Autumn leaves comes upon us quietly, gradually, but with splendor and beauty that is unequaled in its ability to take our breath away with awe. Friday I was able to have a brief moment in time to drink deeply of the fall specter of the changing and falling leaves in the midst of a too full schedule. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was traveling home from presenting my first &lt;a href="http://www.motivationalmedia.org/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; assembly in Eastern Indiana (near Cincinnati OH) early Friday afternoon. Since Randy &amp;amp; Steve were still harvesting the crops I was enlisted to go and show the assembly for a wonderful Middle School. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MMA&lt;/span&gt; shows are loud, compelling and non-stop action and narration which grabs the attention of young people through their music, movies and language. That is wonderful and great as clearly the students responded by applauding, laughing, singing along, and then becoming silent during the emotionally charged parts of the show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;As I left the school, however, my soul longed for quiet. There was much to process, much to think about and much to pray about. The sun seemed to illuminate a deep and glorious beauty everywhere I looked as I drove on the Indiana interstate. I had a thought...why not truly enjoy the beauty of the day, and not drive by at 70 MPH (yes, that's the speed limit in IN on some stretches of I74). I set the GPS for Shades State Park which was on my way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SQ4d_IwpVgI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Q3K-j5IL6kA/s1600-h/Family06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264177984963171842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SQ4d_IwpVgI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Q3K-j5IL6kA/s200/Family06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The last time we had been at Shades State Park was October 1991. Steve &amp;amp; Greg were 6 years old. We spent a weekend hiking at Shades and Turkey Run Park as well as checking out the Covered Bridges that pepper the region. It was special that I was able to go back Friday, soak up the beauty of the leaves, and spend much time in quiet reflective meditation and prayer. The afternoon was not about conquering 3 trails, or taking prize winning photos (I did not have my camera). The afternoon was instead a very precious gift from God's hand to my very soul. Psalm 46:10 says, "Be still, and know that I am God. I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The day began loudly and exuberantly with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MMA&lt;/span&gt; assembly, VOICES, but the afternoon was a soothing symphony of God's majestic, artistic touch in a small corner of IN. I was renewed and refreshed spiritually by my detour. I savored my time alone with my Lord and again acknowledged that He alone is sovereign in all things...even in decreeing the number of days He has ordained in advance for each one of His own. I rested also in the fact that some day He indeed will be exalted among the nations. That truth enlarges my perspective, especially in light of the upcoming election Tuesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, 'Be Still...' enjoy the sunshine, celebrate the change of seasons, and know that God is indeed GOD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32956734-4055820931313976683?l=arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/4055820931313976683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32956734&amp;postID=4055820931313976683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/4055820931313976683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/4055820931313976683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/2008/11/be-still.html' title='Be Still'/><author><name>Bonnie Arends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763285572585858206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdwsctPspzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cSLf2LF1kB4/S220/family+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SQ4kbaazijI/AAAAAAAAAGE/155_RiBfMrg/s72-c/Fall-Leaves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32956734.post-4437964892404607465</id><published>2008-10-13T19:18:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T15:22:39.969-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone has a story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SPPmLwchVqI/AAAAAAAAAFM/OWSDEOugkc0/s1600-h/100_3340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256798279728977570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SPPmLwchVqI/AAAAAAAAAFM/OWSDEOugkc0/s200/100_3340.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday afternoon we had a unique, once in a lifetime opportunity to speak our shared story within the confines of a mobile recording studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were invited by &lt;a href="http://statefarm.com/"&gt;State Farm Insurance&lt;/a&gt;, one of the sponsors of &lt;a href="http://storycorps.net/"&gt;StoryCorps&lt;/a&gt;, a neat program that is heard on NPR, to share the story of our journey on a 40 minute recording that will be filed and saved in the Library of Congress. While a small fraction of the stories recorded do make it on the air or on the web page, it is really not about that. StoryCorps is about listening to each other share their own unique stories. It is a celebration of family, friendship, and community and all the experiences that occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SPPr-2IITLI/AAAAAAAAAFU/IofQTCtSd5k/s1600-h/100_3337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256804654985530546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SPPr-2IITLI/AAAAAAAAAFU/IofQTCtSd5k/s200/100_3337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The StoryCorps web page was excellent with all the details of what to expect and how to prepare for the interview/exchange. I prepared by selecting several key 'starter questions' and printing them for reference.  Alex, our StoryCorps facilitator was also so helpful and kind as she guided us along in the process.  She even included our story in an entry she added to the &lt;a href="http://www.storycorps.net/blog/west-mobilebooth/peoria-il/in-the-blink-of-an-eye/"&gt;StoryCorps Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forty minutes may seem like a long time to fill, but among family, the moments fly. We talked more in a dialogue fashion than an interview type conversation...however, Randy did serve as the unofficial 'interviewer'. We smiled as we talked about memories of Greg, we laughed as Steve shared some stories of boyhood adventures with Greg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We grieved anew when we relived the events of January 17, 2003. Amazing how time, years even, passes yet the memories are seared forever in our hearts and minds. One thing I recounted was the hurt I saw in the eyes of others (family, church family, friends and neighbors). We truly are not islands that live lives independent of others...when one hurts we all hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SQ4YPrOWH2I/AAAAAAAAAFc/YPpQ5DCNpGs/s1600-h/mby004593_g2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264171672022687586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SQ4YPrOWH2I/AAAAAAAAAFc/YPpQ5DCNpGs/s200/mby004593_g2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve talked about how much he missed the companionship and love of his brother. He talked about how he took Greg's love, friendship, and acceptance for granted. Now, it is gone on this side of heaven. He spoke about the quiet nights that he and Greg would spend together out on the old swing set-fort that the boys had built with Randy...just swinging and talking about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also talked about the journey Steve has had from coma to rehab to daily pushing through the lingering effects of brain injury. Many aspects have been nightmarish. But we have been witnesses to the miraculous in the midst of impossibilities, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we talked about purpose in the midst of it all. We talked about the school assemblies through &lt;a href="http://motivationalmedia.org/"&gt;Motivational Media Assemblie&lt;/a&gt;s that have been and will be. The young lives that will be saved because of the impact of the story. I also rejoice that with each life saved, a mother and father will not experience grieving through a memorial service, or will not be caring for permanently disabled children due to a car crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The HOPE that we all cling to is knowing that some day we will be united again. We will be together with Greg. Steve will be restored. We will love and laugh and live as God intended us to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32956734-4437964892404607465?l=arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/4437964892404607465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32956734&amp;postID=4437964892404607465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/4437964892404607465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/4437964892404607465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/2008/10/everyone-has-story.html' title='Everyone has a story'/><author><name>Bonnie Arends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763285572585858206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdwsctPspzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cSLf2LF1kB4/S220/family+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SPPmLwchVqI/AAAAAAAAAFM/OWSDEOugkc0/s72-c/100_3340.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32956734.post-6768937263667621103</id><published>2008-09-27T19:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T20:25:12.444-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SN7TihSwCmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/FAsDtammt0k/s1600-h/Copy+of+100_3209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250866805566605922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SN7TihSwCmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/FAsDtammt0k/s200/Copy+of+100_3209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another Maranatha sunset signaled the end of summer and the beginning of another harvest here on the farm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The past 12 months have ushered in moments of great joy and rejoicing as well as pain and mourning in our family. We have celebrated the victories and improvements Steve continues to experience, but have also had times when we have grieved, anew, the hard journey of traumatic brain injury that he navigates through at times not so successfully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Randy's father went home to be with Jesus in February. While the weather was bleak (a brief blizzard) the day of his funeral, there was joy in the midst of our tears of sorrow...because of the very real hope and promise that some day we will see him again. We now have one more of our family waiting to greet us someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SN7Y9iPd_7I/AAAAAAAAAFE/iO1r37ZZd-A/s1600-h/100_3099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250872767235882930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SN7Y9iPd_7I/AAAAAAAAAFE/iO1r37ZZd-A/s200/100_3099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Steve's big news as promised last year is his new adventure with raising beef cattle.  He has connected with his 60 or so head of cattle and seems to have a way with them.  We have enjoyed the fruits of his labor already as have others who have tried the new 'Central Lean Beef'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The other rather ambitious endeavor the guys are engaged in is a partnership with Motivational Media Assemblies.  When they are not in the fields, Randy &amp;amp; Steve have presented assemblies to school children of all ages as well as some conferences featuring 40 minute presentations packed with the latest in movie clips, music, and stories all aimed as inspiring and equipping students to avoid bad choices, and aspire to be their best.  This year's show actually has a brief clip with our story of loss due to a car crash.  We pray that young lives will be impacted by the powerful messages in the show as well as the words that Steve &amp;amp; Randy share at the end of each assembly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our faith in the Living Hope provides the energy to keep on keeping on (sharing our story/ living through the journey)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32956734-6768937263667621103?l=arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/6768937263667621103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32956734&amp;postID=6768937263667621103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/6768937263667621103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/6768937263667621103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-year.html' title='Another Year'/><author><name>Bonnie Arends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763285572585858206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdwsctPspzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cSLf2LF1kB4/S220/family+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SN7TihSwCmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/FAsDtammt0k/s72-c/Copy+of+100_3209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32956734.post-2617172910915430250</id><published>2007-09-01T14:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T15:57:08.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer 2007 Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/RtnNaJRKUBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6GYUSiYqCS4/s1600-h/100_2709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105337501649358866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/RtnNaJRKUBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6GYUSiYqCS4/s200/100_2709.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today is September 1st, and I am left to only shake my head in wonder about where the last six months since the last post have gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At the end of the last post I mentioned the opportunity we had to speak as a family at a Southern Illinois High School during their prom - traffic saftey empahsis week. The spring months brought other opportunites for me to speak individually too. I spoke at a local high school also during their prom week; the state PTA conference as part of a workshop; a trauma/emergency symposium at the hospital where Steve was treated during the first month following the crash; and a church in central Illinois during their 2 worship services on Mother's Day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is no way to express the multitude of emotions we as a family, and I individually, process through each time a speaking engagement occurs. Pain that seems to be well below the 'everyday' surface comes searing through to the top during preparation and rememberances. Yet, with the accute pain also comes a fresh realization of &lt;em&gt;hope&lt;/em&gt; that truly sustains and strengthens in those hard times. It also encourages Randy, Steve &amp; I when we realize that lives can be touched and even changed by our willingness to share our story yet one more time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Another big change that I personally experienced since the last post is a new full time position I accepted at our church, Gibson City Bible (see link at the right). The church was very gracious in allowing me to honor the commitments I had to speak and travel to conferences and meetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;July 3o was the date of the 5th Annual Greg Arends Memorial Golf Tournament which raises funds to send&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/RtnN1ZRKUCI/AAAAAAAAADY/oxN1DGJ5OKc/s1600-h/100_2631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105337969800794146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/RtnN1ZRKUCI/AAAAAAAAADY/oxN1DGJ5OKc/s200/100_2631.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; high school students to FCA Camp. Greg attended FCA Leadership Camp the summer of 2001 and was impacted by the week in a profound way. We have been able to send over 20 students to FCA camps over these past 4 summers since Greg's death. The Golf Outing day, too, is mixed with many memories of Greg and his love of golfing, as well as a deep joy from knowing that good can result in the midst of the most difficult and perplexing situations we experience. (&lt;em&gt;And we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose for them. Romans 8:28 &lt;/em&gt;NLT) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/RtnK9ZRKT_I/AAAAAAAAADA/7j1OnCgkLug/s1600-h/family+07+Maranatha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105334808704864242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/RtnK9ZRKT_I/AAAAAAAAADA/7j1OnCgkLug/s200/family+07+Maranatha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Summer ended with our annual trip to Maranatha! The sunset at the beginning of this post was taken on the beach of Lake Michigan. Our Bible teacher, Dr. Don Denyes of South Church, Lansing MI, spoke on Biographies of the Bible. We were challenged anew by the familiar stories from scripture that become more relevant to us as time goes by. Each of us were also touched by the wonderful fellowship and friendship that we are so blessed to experience among the 'Week 7" group at Maranatha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, it is time to prepare for the harvest ahead as the corn and beans are reaching maturity and drying down in the late summer sun and wind of the past couple weeks. We rejoice that Steve is able to work along side Randy in the shed (preparing machinery), in the office (bookkeeping/marketing) and in the field (tractor/combine). We are also anticipating the arrival of Steve's new herd of beef cattle within the next few weeks. I'll do my best to post when the cattle arrive!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Most of all, we clearly have seen the Lord's faithfulness to us these past 6 months.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Steve remains on medication from Dr. Hammesfahr as well as twice weekly BioFeedback treatments in Champaign at Midwest Neurofitness. All treatments combined brings improvements to Steve physically and emotionally. We continue to learn that Traumatic Brain Injury is not an easy disability to navigate or plan out, as we experience both joys and sorrows as each day unfolds. But, God is faithful and He is doing a work in us all on this &lt;em&gt;Journey of Hope.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32956734-2617172910915430250?l=arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/2617172910915430250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32956734&amp;postID=2617172910915430250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/2617172910915430250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/2617172910915430250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/2007/09/summer-2007-recap.html' title='Summer 2007 Recap'/><author><name>Bonnie Arends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763285572585858206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdwsctPspzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cSLf2LF1kB4/S220/family+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/RtnNaJRKUBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6GYUSiYqCS4/s72-c/100_2709.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32956734.post-1139293580891303843</id><published>2007-03-08T19:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T17:43:24.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Florida - March 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/RfW5PCsk_vI/AAAAAAAAACc/VR1D3pOfdlo/s1600-h/100_2536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041139025984159474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="149" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/RfW5PCsk_vI/AAAAAAAAACc/VR1D3pOfdlo/s200/100_2536.jpg" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sunday, March 4th was Steve's 22nd birthday. He celebrated by flying to Clearwater for another week of appointments with Dr. Hammesfahr. We have had beautiful weather to enjoy the beach, mini golf and sightseeing when the doctor appointments are over for the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We rejoiced over the news that Steve's ultrasound showed vast improvement in the blood flow to his brain! The doctor has adjusted his medication dosing in light of his improving condition. We are excited that progress continues in Steve's condition. We hope to schedule a return trip to FL for the end of August (before harvest). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We anticipate some busy days ahead when we arrive home. The three of us have been asked to speak to about 300 High School students from Southern IL in April prior to their spring prom as part of a safe driving awareness effort. We hope our presentation will result in a safe and memorable prom season as well as influence the teens' overall driving attitudes in the days and months beyond. Several other talks are in the planning stage as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for Steve's continued recovery is being realized day by day. We see God's leading and provision in each step of our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Journey of Hope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. This does not mean that our journey is easy...but it is one of faith in the One who loves us and has a purpose in all things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32956734-1139293580891303843?l=arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/1139293580891303843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32956734&amp;postID=1139293580891303843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/1139293580891303843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/1139293580891303843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/2007/03/florida-march-2007.html' title='Florida - March 2007'/><author><name>Bonnie Arends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763285572585858206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdwsctPspzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cSLf2LF1kB4/S220/family+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/RfW5PCsk_vI/AAAAAAAAACc/VR1D3pOfdlo/s72-c/100_2536.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32956734.post-5592150127703468057</id><published>2007-02-16T16:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T18:46:23.431-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Washington D.C. and beyond...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/RdY9dHGnkTI/AAAAAAAAABo/HRg4ocHXIV0/s1600-h/100_2519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032277203965415730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" height="202" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/RdY9dHGnkTI/AAAAAAAAABo/HRg4ocHXIV0/s320/100_2519.jpg" width="309" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;January 23 I sent a rather lengthy but descriptive email to several friends and family:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Family and Friends,&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we, Steve, Randy &amp; I, will fly to Washington D.C. to share our story of Greg &amp;amp; Steve’s car crash January 2003 and our journey since then. All of you have been some part of this story and our journey. We first want to thank you for your support, your care, and most importantly…your prayers for us as a family and for Steve especially these past four years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since agreeing to tell our story as part of our local High School’s involvement with State Farm Insurance Company’s “Project Ignition” in 2005-2006, life has not slowed down for us or our local students. Their efforts to take a tragic story which they entitled “Shattered Dreams” and somehow effect change in the driving habits of their peers was successful in ways we only dreamed about at the beginning of the project. Lives were saved! The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;GCMS&lt;/span&gt; Project Ignition students were awarded “Best of the Best” nationally…and coverage by media which began at the opening assembly in September 2005 has snowballed to what is now about to happen this week on a National platform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, January 25 USA Today will feature an article about Teen Driving and a report which will be released that same day to the press which summarizes a year long research project which has been conducted by Children’s Hospital of Philadelphia and State Farm Insurance. Because of our involvement with Project Ignition and State Farm’s Steer Clear program, we were interviewed to be part of the article as well as our school’s Project Ignition Team Leaders/Teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on Thursday, Randy, Steve &amp; I will be interviewed at the local (Washington D.C.) CBS and FOX stations along with representatives from State Farm and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CHoP&lt;/span&gt;. Nationally, we will be interviewed on Good Morning America. I do not know the specific time our story will be featured on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;GMA&lt;/span&gt;. At 10 a.m. Eastern, 9 a.m. Central time we will be present at a Press Conference at the National Press Club where the findings of this important study on Teen Driving will be unveiled. This will be web cast live at the following link: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="http://pressclub.tv/webcast/statefarmandchop/012507/" href="http://pressclub.tv/webcast/statefarmandchop/012507/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://pressclub.tv/webcast/statefarmandchop/012507/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;. We will not be speaking at this event, but our story will be referenced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would request that your prayers would be with us during these next few days. Specifically, that we would have the physical strength to meet the challenges of tight time schedules and travel. Most of all, we covet your prayers as we share our story…the shock, the grief, and the HOPE. We have seen lives saved locally…we pray that many more will be saved nationally!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wednesday, January 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; we arrived in Washington D.C. as invited guests of Children's Hospital of Philadelphia and State Farm Insurance Company. Within 2 hours of arriving we were interviewed for a segment on Good Morning America which highlighted some key findings of the Teen Driving Report released January 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; to the press. The entire report in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;PDF&lt;/span&gt; form can be downloaded at: &lt;a href="http://stokes.chop.edu/programs/injury/files/PCPS_Reports/1289teen.pdf"&gt;http://stokes.chop.edu/programs/injury/files/PCPS_Reports/1289teen.pdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thursday was indeed a whirlwind of activity. We opened our hotel room door at 5 a.m. to see the USA Today paper on the floor which featured several articles about the Teen Driving Report and our story &lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/news/nation/2007-01-25-teen-wrecks_x.htm"&gt;http://www.usatoday.com/news/nation/2007-01-25-teen-wrecks_x.htm&lt;/a&gt;. The day began early with Steve &amp;amp; Randy appearing with Dr. Kenneth Ginsburg, one of the research physicians from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;CHoP&lt;/span&gt;, on the local FOX TV station. The press conference followed at the National Press Club &lt;a href="http://npc.press.org/"&gt;http://npc.press.org/&lt;/a&gt;. The actual press conference is still available online at the link I placed above in the original email message. It will be there for just another week or so, however. While I said that we would not speak, that was not the case, as Steve actually spoke for about 2 minutes near the end of the conference. It was so fulfilling to be part of a project that hopefully will translate into teen lives saved as parents, educators, and lawmakers read this revealing study and contemplate the implications of our action or inaction in response.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We were interviewed by CNN at the conclusion of the press conference before leaving the press club that afternoon. We found out after we returned home that news coverage of the report and some pieces of interviews with us made its way on over 130 stations across the nation. Our own local media (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;WGCY&lt;/span&gt; radio and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;WCIA&lt;/span&gt; TV) gave expanded coverage to our story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/RdY-nXGnkWI/AAAAAAAAACA/7L3z3JUstK4/s1600-h/100_2473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032278479570702690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/RdY-nXGnkWI/AAAAAAAAACA/7L3z3JUstK4/s200/100_2473.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/RdY-nXGnkWI/AAAAAAAAACA/7L3z3JUstK4/s1600-h/100_2473.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our time was not all interviews and press conferences...as we were able to spend time taking in some of the sights and experiences of our nation's capitol. We had always intended on taking Steve &amp; Greg to D.C. while they were still at home, but that never happened. So it was bittersweet that we were finally there with only Steve. Yet, how very thankful we were that Steve was able to experience it and enjoy it. Four years ago that was only a faint dream that we hardly dared to hope for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We arrived home late Saturday evening, January 27. Within 12 hours we were preparing for yet another interview related to the Teen Driving Study and our story within the larger story. NBC Nightly News requested an interview with us on the farm. It was good to be home for that last interview. You can watch the entire video, which aired on Monday, January 29&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; on the NBC Nightly News &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;webpage&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/16874121/"&gt;http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/16874121/&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our experiences with the media: Newspaper (Chicago Tribune - USA Today) and TV (ABC, CNN, FOX, NBC and our local &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;WCIA&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;WICD&lt;/span&gt;) has been wonderful. Each writer, reporter, editor, photographer, producer, camera/sound person has been gracious and kind to us. We have met some incredible people who have influence and power to effect change for the good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can not say enough about our hosts in Washington D.C.; State Farm Insurance Company and Children's Hospital of Philadelphia. The behind the scenes people who conceptualized, compiled, and reported the study on Teen Driving are some of the most caring individuals we will ever meet. They are professionals who truly are passionate about saving lives, and they are using their gifts and talents to that end. We are honored to have met them all, and to have had a part in spreading the word about the leading cause of death in our nation's youth who are 16-19 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Was this a rewarding experience for us? Absolutely yes. Was it an easy one? No, not a moment of it. We never forget the pain of our loss of Greg. We never forget that Steve daily lives with disability from the crash. Yet it is HOPE that inspires, HOPE that lifts us from lives of stagnant existence to lives of action. Your prayers for us as we journeyed to D.C. and back meant so much. It was only by God's help and strength moment by moment that we were able to endure telling our story repeatedly, and not breaking emotionally. Thank you for praying to that end...and for being such an essential part of our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Journey of Hope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/RdY-nXGnkWI/AAAAAAAAACA/7L3z3JUstK4/s1600-h/100_2473.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/RdY-nHGnkVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rzYxuCI3X9w/s1600-h/100_2444.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/RdY-nHGnkVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rzYxuCI3X9w/s1600-h/100_2444.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/RdY-mnGnkUI/AAAAAAAAABw/thC_s29UW2g/s1600-h/100_2429.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/RdY-nXGnkWI/AAAAAAAAACA/7L3z3JUstK4/s1600-h/100_2473.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32956734-5592150127703468057?l=arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/5592150127703468057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32956734&amp;postID=5592150127703468057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/5592150127703468057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/5592150127703468057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/2007/02/washington-dc-and-beyond.html' title='Washington D.C. and beyond...'/><author><name>Bonnie Arends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763285572585858206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdwsctPspzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cSLf2LF1kB4/S220/family+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/RdY9dHGnkTI/AAAAAAAAABo/HRg4ocHXIV0/s72-c/100_2519.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32956734.post-3530239942471372046</id><published>2007-01-17T10:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T16:33:27.705-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Years Later</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/Ra5SfMzjVuI/AAAAAAAAABE/5TaFnJWQrQE/s1600-h/Jun30^04.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021041330531555042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" height="220" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/Ra5SfMzjVuI/AAAAAAAAABE/5TaFnJWQrQE/s320/Jun30%5E04.JPG" width="176" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And now, dear brothers and sisters, we want you to know what will happen to the believers who have died so you will not grieve like people who have no hope. For since we believe that Jesus died and was raised to life again, we also believe that when Jesus returns, God will bring back with him the believers who have died.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1 Thessalonians 4:13 &amp; 14 (New Living Translation) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus told her, “I am the resurrection and the life. Anyone who believes in me will live, even after dying.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;John 11:25 (New Living Translation)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is hard to believe that 4 years have passed since Greg's homegoing. Not a day passes but he is dearly missed, however days like today which mark a specific point in time make us stop and reflect upon God's promises and the Living Hope we have in Christ even in the midst of our sorrows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! In his great mercy he has given us new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I Peter 1:3 (NIV)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the midst of remembering, we still praise God for the many promises in His Word. If not for these, our sadness would give way to despair. We know that Greg is with God, and he is experiencing joy beyond description. We know that even now he is able to look in his Savior's face and worship Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While we remain here, we press on toward that same goal...to run the race set before us, to seek to be faithful in the midst of difficulty, and to lean fully on God for our strength in the impossible times. Someday we, too will join in the heavenly chorus with Greg, praising God together for all of eternity!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank you for your prayers, support, and love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32956734-3530239942471372046?l=arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/3530239942471372046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32956734&amp;postID=3530239942471372046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/3530239942471372046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/3530239942471372046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/2007/01/4-years-later.html' title='4 Years Later'/><author><name>Bonnie Arends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763285572585858206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdwsctPspzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cSLf2LF1kB4/S220/family+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/Ra5SfMzjVuI/AAAAAAAAABE/5TaFnJWQrQE/s72-c/Jun30%5E04.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32956734.post-4790525023765577621</id><published>2007-01-16T16:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T18:51:24.065-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Look! The virgin will conceive a child! She will give birth to a son, and they will call him Immanuel, which means ‘God is with us.'"&lt;/em&gt; Matthew 1:23 (New Living Translation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What an incredible gift we celebrate each Christmas...the birth of God's own son...God himself, come to earth to redeem us. Just as this verse gave hope and promise to prophets thousands of years ago, it is the source of our hope today. God indeed is with us! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/Ra1wZ8zjVrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/GdbYfK_YYA0/s1600-h/100_2390.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/Ra1tHczjVqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/486DeKD040I/s1600-h/100_2302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020789134346901154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/Ra1tHczjVqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/486DeKD040I/s200/100_2302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Christmas 2006 seemed to be over just as soon as it began! In the midst of the flury of activities and special concerts we were able to spend time with both extended families as well as celebrate Christmas as just the three of us. As you can see in the picture, Steve had no problem relaxing during the rush of the season!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/Ra1xXszjVsI/AAAAAAAAAAk/OjSMYyipr0A/s1600-h/100_2390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020793811566286530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/Ra1xXszjVsI/AAAAAAAAAAk/OjSMYyipr0A/s200/100_2390.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One thing that was encouraging to both my family and Steve was the improvements that they were able to notice in Steve's walking and his speech. We all rejoice in the continued healing Steve is experiencing...even if at times we get impatient with the pace. The hopeful thing is the fact that little by little, Steve improves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That is a wonderful gift to us all this Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/Ra1kfMzjVpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mxU8WSC0WR4/s1600-h/100_2302.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32956734-4790525023765577621?l=arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/4790525023765577621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32956734&amp;postID=4790525023765577621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/4790525023765577621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/4790525023765577621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/2007/01/christmas-2006.html' title='Christmas 2006'/><author><name>Bonnie Arends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763285572585858206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdwsctPspzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cSLf2LF1kB4/S220/family+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/Ra1tHczjVqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/486DeKD040I/s72-c/100_2302.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32956734.post-116545755461314702</id><published>2006-12-06T19:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T10:50:21.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Florida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3426/3612/1600/901253/100_2283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3426/3612/200/781618/100_2283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a joy it was Sunday morning to fly from frozen East Central Illinois to moderate, sunny central Florida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve has had several appointments with Dr. Hammesfahr already this week. He was pleased with the improvements he has observed in Steve, and is very hopeful that this is only the beginning of more changes to come for Steve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve has also had some additional diagnostic tests done while we've been here. He begun 2 new prescriptions, and he can feel a difference already after beginning one medication today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve has also had several chiropractic adjustments with Dr. Harris this week. This is part of Steve's treatment in another significant way. By keeping Steve's neck (brain stem area) loose and flexible, more blood is able to flow up to the brain. Dr. Harris accomplishes this with lots of stretching along with adjustments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the doctor visits we have managed to revisit some of our favorite restaurants as well as discover some new favorites. Steve has had fun sampling many desserts this week. We have enjoyed the pool at the hotel this week, even if it is a bit cool for Florida standards. Another fun thing Randy &amp;amp; Steve did was check out the classic car lots in the Clearwater area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have one more appointment with Dr. Hammesfahr and with Dr. Harris. We will return late Friday night to sub-zero weather back home...but with the warmth of renewed hope as we continue this Journey of Hope!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32956734-116545755461314702?l=arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/116545755461314702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32956734&amp;postID=116545755461314702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/116545755461314702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/116545755461314702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/2006/12/back-in-florida.html' title='Back in Florida'/><author><name>Bonnie Arends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763285572585858206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdwsctPspzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cSLf2LF1kB4/S220/family+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32956734.post-116429299112473960</id><published>2006-11-23T08:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T07:10:59.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalm 100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A Psalm for Thanksgiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shout joyfully to the LORD, all the earth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Serve the LORD with gladness; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come before Him with joyful singing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Know that the LORD Himself is God; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is He who has made us, and not we ourselves; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are His people and the sheep of His pasture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enter His gates with thanksgiving &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And His courts with praise &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Give thanks to Him, bless His name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the LORD is good; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His lovingkindness is everlasting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And His faithfulness to all generations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3426/3612/1600/733543/100_2267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3426/3612/200/274939/100_2267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We indeed have so very much to be thankful for! Most of all, we give thanks for God's lovingkindness and faithfulness in the midst of all of the situations of life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today we will be honored by the presence of Randy's father and my parents at our Thanksgiving table. The turkey is in the oven and the side dishes are ready to go as well, so it seemed fitting to pause, and express our thanks to everyone who has become a part of our Journey of Hope. Thank you for your love, prayers, and continued support for Steve as we daily live out the joys and challenges of lives changed by Traumatic Brain Injury.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We give thanks for the improvements Steve continues to experience. We also are anticipating our return trip to Florida in less than 2 weeks. We give thanks for the many health care providers who have either been part of the journey in the past or our new providers who have taken Steve's case on and continue to inspire hope in us all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;God bless each one as you celebrate Thanksgiving and then prepare for the season of Christmas! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32956734-116429299112473960?l=arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/116429299112473960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32956734&amp;postID=116429299112473960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/116429299112473960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/116429299112473960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/2006/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Bonnie Arends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763285572585858206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdwsctPspzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cSLf2LF1kB4/S220/family+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32956734.post-116006170221786614</id><published>2006-10-05T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T15:40:40.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Harvest 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3426/3612/1600/100_2250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3426/3612/200/100_2250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We have been home for almost a month from Florida, and in that time we continue to see small, but significant improvements in Steve. We are in the midst of bringing in the harvest, which means Randy and Steve are working long, productive days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Randy is noticing improvements in how Steve is able to use his right hand more than before, as well as improved abilities to work with the equipment...which is very significant. Steve loves working in the field, whether it be in the auger cart (above) or running the plow after the crop is harvested.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3426/3612/1600/100_2245.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3426/3612/200/100_2245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We are so encouraged, as step by step we see changes in Steve that up until now we had ceased to see. The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hope &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;of continued improvements and future improvements is on our minds and in our thoughts continuously. We pray that as Steve continues to improve, his potential for living out a future full of unlimited possibilities will be realized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Our participation with &lt;strong&gt;'Project Ignition&lt;/strong&gt;' continues into this school year. Even though the group at school has began its 2006-2007 emphasis (Drunk Driving) the 2005-06 project which featured Greg and Steve's story continues to attract attention. Last week 10 area High School representatives attended a half day workshop in which our Project Ignition team presented last year's project (including the 'Steer Clear' video of us telling our story), with the hope that these 10 schools will go back and develop their own student led safe driving projects (thanks to a grant from Illinois Department of Transportation). It was an emotional morning to be part of as I was able to speak to the whole group, then talk with some of the school groups individually. I do believe that lives will be saved by these students going back and using some of the same ideas used at GCMS to effectively encourage their peers to drive smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Next week, a news crew from CLTV (an all news station from Chicago) will spend a day at the school, community, hospital, and the farm to tell the story by way of a 'special report' in the midst of their news casts. The following week, our Project Ignition team will again present to several schools, only it will be Chicago area schools, and the venue will be the Tribune offices in Oak Brook. It will be quite an honor to present and promote such a worthy program in the Chicago area, too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Through it all, God remains ever faithful. The harvest is bountiful, and so far, safe. He is working out continued progress in Steve's journey, and He provides grace as we retell our story of January 17th, 2003. Even through our tears of remembrance and 'homesickness' for Greg, our Lord comforts through His promises in His Word, His people, and the many times we see Him so vividly...especially in the beauty of the autumn skies and the glorious sunsets at the end of these long productive days. &lt;em&gt;"...Yet he has not left himself without testimony: He has shown kindness by giving you rain from heaven and crops in their seasons; he provides you with plenty of food and fills your hearts with joy." Acts 14:17 NIV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32956734-116006170221786614?l=arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/116006170221786614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32956734&amp;postID=116006170221786614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/116006170221786614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/116006170221786614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/2006/10/harvest-2006.html' title='Harvest 2006'/><author><name>Bonnie Arends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763285572585858206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdwsctPspzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cSLf2LF1kB4/S220/family+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32956734.post-115783982635639253</id><published>2006-09-09T11:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T17:10:26.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3426/3612/1600/9-7-2006-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3426/3612/200/9-7-2006-04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back Home...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We arrived home from our 2 weeks in Florida yesterday afternoon. It was hard to say 'good-bye' to our new doctors and new friends. Our experiences at both Dr. Hammesfahr's and Dr. Harris' offices were beyond all expectations. Not only has Steve begun new life changing treatments, but we have all learned so much about brain injury and how these new treatments provide &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for the many people who suffer from the after effects of brain injuries, strokes, autism, migranes and ADD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We had to detour from the regular schedule of Steve's medications yesterday because of the restrictions on what can be carried on during air travel (no creams or liquids). However, once we arrived in Indianapolis, we were able to once again get on track. Steve did not have any side effects from the lack of medication...only improvements when he was able to begin back on them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We will keep close watch of Steve and his medications, along with some supplements. We look forward to working with our local doctor as he will monitor Steve and communicate back with Dr. Hammesfahr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"... Yet this I call to mind and therefore I have hope: Because of the LORD's great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. " &lt;/em&gt;Lamentations 3:21-23. We thank God for His faithfulness to us each and every day of this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Journey of Hope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. We have been and continue to be sustained daily by the ways He shows Himself compassionate and faithful through every twist and turn in the journey - in the joyful times and in the heartbreaking times as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32956734-115783982635639253?l=arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/115783982635639253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32956734&amp;postID=115783982635639253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/115783982635639253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/115783982635639253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/2006/09/back-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie Arends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763285572585858206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdwsctPspzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cSLf2LF1kB4/S220/family+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32956734.post-115758909111720148</id><published>2006-09-06T19:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T19:31:33.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Florida - Day 10&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wow, what a day! This morning we met both Dr. Hammesfahr and Dr. Harris at the office along with the editor of a local Tampa area magazine, IMAGO Magazine &lt;a href="http://www.imagomagazine.com/"&gt;http://www.imagomagazine.com/&lt;/a&gt; It was an incredible experience for us. Steve was talking when Dr. Hammesfahr suggested another dose of medication. Within minutes, Steve's speech was more fluent! Steve was thrilled to be able to express his thoughts without all the struggle it has been to speak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was also incredible to listen to the doctors each detail the &lt;em&gt;how &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;why &lt;/em&gt;of treatment for brain injury, stroke, and migrane headaches. We felt very privileged to be part of the lofty, yet informative discussion...but our ultimate &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and prayer is that others will be helped that have previously thought there was no further hope available.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Steve then had 2 apts. today. The first was a time of discussing the medications, the scheduling and getting a new prescription. Steve's second appt. was a chiropractic adjustment. It was amazing the improvement he has had in a week's time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We rejoice and are so thankful to the Lord for His work in Steve and our lives! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32956734-115758909111720148?l=arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/115758909111720148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32956734&amp;postID=115758909111720148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/115758909111720148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/115758909111720148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/2006/09/florida-day-10-wow-what-day-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie Arends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763285572585858206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdwsctPspzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cSLf2LF1kB4/S220/family+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32956734.post-115750975651902797</id><published>2006-09-05T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T21:29:16.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Florida - Day 9&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was another day of checking medications, comparing notes, and introducing a new medication for Steve. Dr. Hammesfahr has told us to watch for the subtle changes as well as obvious clues to determine not only the effectiveness of the medication, but to gauge what the next step will be. Tonight we were excited by the fact that Steve's right hand continues to improve in dexterity. Since the accident, Steve has had to re-learn to do everything in his daily life with his left hand. The right hand (the entire right side) was more affected by the injury with spastisity. Tonight he was able to move his fingers and flex his hand in a significantly improved way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The doctor told us to watch specifically when the medication either seemed to lose strength or seemed the most helpful. Clearly, tonight was one of those moments we were able to observe the differences. Step by step, this is all helpful in planning the next step for Steve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tomorrow will be a very busy day with 2 doctor apts. We are encouraged and &lt;strong&gt;hopeful &lt;/strong&gt;trusting that God will remain, as always faithful in the midst of all things. &lt;em&gt;But as for me, I will always have hope; I will praise you more and more. &lt;/em&gt;Psalm 71:14&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32956734-115750975651902797?l=arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/115750975651902797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32956734&amp;postID=115750975651902797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/115750975651902797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/115750975651902797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/2006/09/florida-day-9-it-was-another-day-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie Arends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763285572585858206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdwsctPspzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cSLf2LF1kB4/S220/family+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32956734.post-115733632124989596</id><published>2006-09-03T21:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T21:32:30.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Let us hold unswervingly to the &lt;strong&gt;hope&lt;/strong&gt; we profess, for he who promised is faithful. And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds. Let us not give up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but let us encourage one another - and all the more as you see the Day approaching. &lt;/em&gt;Hebrews 10:23-25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanks to the wonder of the internet we were able to join with our home congregation (Gibson City Bible) during the morning worship service. What an encouragement it was to listen in to the worship in music,testimony time, special music and the challenging sermon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Steve continues to tolerate the medication well. We are greatly encouraged by the changes that Steve has experienced since the beginning of his treatment, and we look ahead with much &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hope&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;for the journey we continue on this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32956734-115733632124989596?l=arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/115733632124989596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32956734&amp;postID=115733632124989596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/115733632124989596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/115733632124989596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/2006/09/let-us-hold-unswervingly-to-hope-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie Arends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763285572585858206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdwsctPspzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cSLf2LF1kB4/S220/family+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32956734.post-115716106904504827</id><published>2006-09-01T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T09:05:13.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Florida - Day 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they display knowledge &lt;/em&gt;Psalm 19: 1-2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tonight the evening skies were splashed with glorious color as the sun set and the moon appeared above our heads. Florida has some of the most beautiful sunsets in the world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was a fitting end to a day in which &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hope&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;was evident in many ways. Steve has tolerated the new medicine well. The subtle yet encouraging changes continue. At one point Steve remarked that it was easier for him to process more complex concepts...like planning when and how to market next year's crop. It is those subtle yet significant changes that fill all 3 of us with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hope.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Steve's next appointment will be Tuesday morning. We look forward to a restful weekend, and then another week of checking dosing in preparation for our return home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32956734-115716106904504827?l=arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/115716106904504827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32956734&amp;postID=115716106904504827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/115716106904504827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/115716106904504827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/2006/09/florida-day-5-heavens-declare-glory-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie Arends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763285572585858206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdwsctPspzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cSLf2LF1kB4/S220/family+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32956734.post-115707303561229627</id><published>2006-08-31T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T20:10:35.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Florida - Day Four&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today was a day of monitoring Steve on his new medicine...as well as introducing the next step of his treatment...another med. So far, Steve has tolerated both equally well. His spirits remain high and his appetite has not suffered any either!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tomorrow Steve will have 2 apts. to keep. The first will be an appointment with Dr. Hammesfahr to monitor the medications. Then onto another apt. with a doctor in Clearwater who was referred to us by Dr. Hammesfahr. We are finding that there are many aspects to the healing process and all are equally important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are some lifestyle changes we all will go home with including a commitment to drinking the right amount of water daily as well as moderation on our caffeine input. We want to support Steve by being a team with all the changes he will need to implement to help the entire process along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Most of all...we are so filled with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and the promise of more improvements on the journey of continued healing for Steve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32956734-115707303561229627?l=arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/115707303561229627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32956734&amp;postID=115707303561229627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/115707303561229627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/115707303561229627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/2006/08/florida-day-fourtoday-was-day-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie Arends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763285572585858206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdwsctPspzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cSLf2LF1kB4/S220/family+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32956734.post-115697715592442019</id><published>2006-08-30T17:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T14:30:41.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Florida - Day Three&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unbelievable&lt;/em&gt; would be the first word that comes to my mind to describe the events of this morning's doctor appointment! Dr. Hammesfahr showed us the results of yesterday's scans as the first order of business. What would look like interesting pictures of a brain to us suddenly became "a road map to treatment" (Dr. Hammesfahr's words). He patiently described the scans' results which confirmed what we knew (traumatic brain injury) but which also detailed the specific areas affected and the severity of injury.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The next step was beginning treatment for Steve. Minutes after the first dose of medication we began to see subtle, yet significant changes in Steve. Some of those were: a more symmetrical smile, better balance, ease of walking, more fluent speech. Steve said he felt "more together". The changes fade after the medicine fades in his system...thus the need for monitoring closely timing and changes. Because of this, we will be staying on another week so more medications can be added and monitored before we leave for home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We remained at the office all morning before being released with dosing instructions and our appointment time for tomorrow. Steve, of course, was very hungry after the morning and wanted to stop at Arby's for lunch. While we ate together Randy &amp; I noticed that Steve was eating without the difficulty of choking and coughing frequently. So, we rejoiced over yet another improvement in Steve's condition. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rejoice in the LORD always; again I will say, rejoice! Philippians 4:4 &lt;/em&gt;Today is indeed a day of much rejoicing for us. We ultimately know that it is by God's sovereign hand that we are here today. We stand amazed at the possibility of more &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that is before us on this journey.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32956734-115697715592442019?l=arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/115697715592442019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32956734&amp;postID=115697715592442019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/115697715592442019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/115697715592442019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/2006/08/florida-day-three-unbelievable-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie Arends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763285572585858206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdwsctPspzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cSLf2LF1kB4/S220/family+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32956734.post-115690306864265885</id><published>2006-08-29T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T21:00:45.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3426/3612/1600/FL%20Day%202%20002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3426/3612/200/FL%20Day%202%20002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Florida - Day 2 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We are at the end of a significant day here in Clearwater. Steve did not have an actual doctor apt. but rather a MRI and PET/CT scan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The folks at the radiology place were so wonderful and helpful. Steve got along great with both tests. One neat thing that happened was the MRI tech invited me into her observation room to ask me background details about Steve and the treatments and surgeries he has previously had. I was amazed to see on screen the images of Steve's brain. I kept thinking about Psalm 139:13-15: "I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Wonderful are Your works, And my soul knows it very well."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I completed reading the book, "Peeling the Onion: Reversing the Ravages of Stroke" by Robin Robinson. Ms. Robinson details her experience in traveling to Dr. Hammesfahr's Institute with her father who had suffered from a stroke and the effects that continued to linger after his 'recovery'. Although the book was over 200 pages long, I could not put it down. It not only detailed her father's marked improvements under Dr. Hammesfahr's care, but also talked about the method itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3426/3612/1600/FL%20Day%202%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3426/3612/200/FL%20Day%202%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tonight after the tests, we enjoyed a local favorite sea food restaurant...see above photo. It was a real treat and actually located right on Clearwater beach. The sky was cloudy as we ate, but we were able to enjoy a beautiful sunset before the storm hits. Randy told me that approaching stormy weather can make for the most beautiful sunsets. He should know, as year round he is constantly observing the sky as any prudent farmer normally does. The Lord truly blessed us with a day of rest as well as a time of important tests to determine the 'next thing'. Our next apt. is tomorrow at 8:50 a.m. We do go to bed with a prayer on our hearts for a weakening storm through the night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32956734-115690306864265885?l=arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/115690306864265885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32956734&amp;postID=115690306864265885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/115690306864265885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/115690306864265885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/2006/08/florida-day-2-we-are-at-end-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie Arends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763285572585858206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdwsctPspzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cSLf2LF1kB4/S220/family+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32956734.post-115680733803923707</id><published>2006-08-28T17:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T09:10:45.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Florida - Day One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3426/3612/1600/FL%20Day%201%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3426/3612/200/FL%20Day%201%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We arrived safe and sound in the Tampa/Clearwater area last evening after an on-time flight from Indianapolis. We were even offered the exit row seats which gave the 3 of us more leg room than would have been normal! It was a blessing from God to us and a wonderful way to begin the trip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As we drank our morning coffee in the hotel lobby we picked up the Monday USA Today newspaper.  We were amazed to see an article about our very own school's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Project Ignition&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/news/health/yourhealth/2006-08-27-teens-driving_x.htm"&gt;http://www.usatoday.com/news/health/yourhealth/2006-08-27-teens-driving_x.htm&lt;/a&gt;  How amazing that we would start the day reading about the project and the reason we are here...Greg &amp; Steve's car crash.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today we dropped off paper work at Dr. Hammesfahr's office on our way to explore Clearwater Beach while the sun still shone in Florida. You would never guess a storm was on the way and the water and beach were stunning in their beauty. Steve &amp;amp; Randy had a chance to jump in the Gulf (much too warm according to Steve). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Early afternoon we met Dr. Hammesfahr where he did a brief neurological exam of Steve as well as describing upcoming tests and treatment for Steve. We left the office encouraged and full of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Tomorrow will be full of many scans for Steve. We will update more as we know more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32956734-115680733803923707?l=arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/115680733803923707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32956734&amp;postID=115680733803923707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/115680733803923707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/115680733803923707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/2006/08/florida-day-one.html' title='Florida - Day One'/><author><name>Bonnie Arends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763285572585858206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdwsctPspzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cSLf2LF1kB4/S220/family+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32956734.post-115664143782750130</id><published>2006-08-26T19:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T20:17:17.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3426/3612/1600/100_2066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3426/3612/200/100_2066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then to now...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Steve has made miraculous improvements since the fall of 2003! He has taken several college courses and has decided to farm full time with Randy &amp; his uncle. Steve has always wanted to be a farmer, so his decision was not too hard to make. Steve was able to rebuild a 1950's Farmall tractor that he had begun working on before the car crash. He has driven it in local 4th of July parades with much pride. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3426/3612/1600/100_2046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3426/3612/200/100_2046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another exciting time for Steve was earlier this summer as his first crop was harvested. He is making plans already for the crop that will be planted next Spring, and he enjoys the marketing part of farming as well as driving tractor and other chores around the farm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The journey to wholeness has been a hard and long one for Steve and for us as parents. We have had much to rejoice over...and we have all had times of great sorrow resulting from the effects of traumatic brain injury.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A New Chapter....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A year ago, we agreed to allow a group of students at our local school to use the story of Greg &amp;amp; Steve in a safe driving initiative called, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Project Ignition&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; funded in part by State Farm Insurance Company. (A link is provided at the right...) In the course of the year, many assemblies were held. As the project gained momentum and eventually became the National Champion for 2005-2006, news coverage increased. What once was a local story found its way onto the front page of the Chicago Tribune July 2nd edition. One result of that article was a contact from a writer in Chicago who had information about a Neurologist in Florida who has a new treatment for stroke and brain injury patients...Dr. William Hammesfahr &lt;a href="http://www.hnionline.com"&gt;www.hnionline.com&lt;/a&gt; . We leave tomorrow a.m. for Tampa, Florida where Steve will have a week of appointments with Dr. Hammesfahr. We ask for your prayers that this indeed may be another part of the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Journey of Hope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; we have been on for the past 3 1/2 years. We will attempt to keep you all posted by way of this blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3426/3612/1600/100_2046.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32956734-115664143782750130?l=arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/115664143782750130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32956734&amp;postID=115664143782750130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/115664143782750130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/115664143782750130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/2006/08/then-to-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie Arends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763285572585858206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdwsctPspzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cSLf2LF1kB4/S220/family+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32956734.post-115662679758129724</id><published>2006-08-26T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T18:30:56.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3426/3612/1600/riceaster.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3426/3612/200/riceaster.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Recovery begins...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Steve was a patient at RIC for 3 months. While there he remained in semi-coma state with inconsistent responsiveness. One thing that happens at RIC is many hours of therapy (Physical, Occupational, and Speech) as well as training of family and loved ones on how to care for one who is 'total assist'. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;During those 3 months I lived at the bedside of Steve, and Chicago became my unofficial new address. Randy would come and stay with us on the weekends, but would then go home and farm during the week. I was blessed to be able to attend and become a part of The Moody Church during those long, bleak weeks and months that I was not able to worship at our home church.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The Moody Church and our church, Gibson City Bible Church demonstrated what the church or 'The Body of Christ' is to be to those who are hurting or in need. They prayed for Steve and with us; they opened up their hearts and their homes; they wept with us; and they celebrated with us as Steve began to improve. Galatians 6:10 says: &lt;em&gt;"Therefore, as we have opportunity, let us do good to all people, especially to those who belong to the family of believers." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3426/3612/1600/Maranatha2003_0148.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3426/3612/200/Maranatha2003_0148.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By August 2003 we returned to Maranatha for our annual family vacation...however, this time we returned without Greg. Romans 12:15 admonishes us to..."Rejoice with those who rejoice; mourn with those who mourn." That week many did weep with us, however as the week progressed they also rejoiced at the daily improvements Steve was experiencing. By late fall, 2003, Steve was taking a college class and beginning to walk. All this while he was also busy with out-patient therapies to aid his recovery.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32956734-115662679758129724?l=arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/115662679758129724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32956734&amp;postID=115662679758129724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/115662679758129724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/115662679758129724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/2006/08/recovery-begins.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie Arends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763285572585858206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdwsctPspzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cSLf2LF1kB4/S220/family+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32956734.post-115651029709799785</id><published>2006-08-25T07:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T21:11:36.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story Behind the Story...</title><content type='html'>.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3426/3612/1600/Maranatha%20Family%20Picture.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="193" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3426/3612/200/Maranatha%20Family%20Picture.0.jpg" width="137" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Our Family on vacation at Maranatha - 2001&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is one of my favorite pictures of all of us...before January 17, 2003. The picture says so much about us and about what matters most to us individually and as a family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maranatha Bible and Missionary Conference Center in Muskegon Michigan is a favorite place of ours to go to each year. It is a wonderful place to relax, refocus and reconnect with God and with each other in the midst of great Bible teaching, challenging missionary projects, and fellowship with other believers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Photo from left: Bonnie, Greg, Randy &amp; Steve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3426/3612/1600/Boys23.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3426/3612/200/Boys23.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By summer 2002,&lt;/strong&gt; Greg &amp; Steve posed for their Senior pictures in preparation of their Senior year of High School. Both Greg &amp;amp; Steve decided to be part of the school Co-op program. Greg worked 4 hours each morning at the local John Deere store in maintenance/parts while Steve worked at a repair shop for ATV's. They would then complete each school day with class in the afternoon. They also were co-captains of the High School Varsity Golf team their senior year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The boys were members of the high school youth group at our church as well as another local church. At school, they were members of the FCA (Fellowship of Christian Athletes) huddle. Greg was able to attend FCA Leadership Camp the summer of 2001. We are so thankful for the teaching and fellowship these groups provided as well as the faithful preaching in our own church. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shattered Dreams...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;January 17, 2003 many of our dreams for the future of Greg and Steve were shattered in an instant as the result of a car crash when the car Greg was driving went out of control and slammed into a utility pole. Little did we know that as we said our 'good-byes' that morning we would be speaking to Greg for the last time here on earth. Nor, did we realize the painful journey that Steve would begin. We had to drive by the crash scene on our way to the hospital. As we slowly drove by we were shocked, stunned and devastated. Yet, we knew that our sons were in the loving hands of our God...Whether they were home with Him in heaven or they were still here on earth. As we found out later, Greg died at the hospital and Steve was in critical condition. Steve was transferred to a local trauma hospital where he remained for almost a month in a coma state. When he was stable, he was transferred to Rehabilitation Institute of Chicago (RIC).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3426/3612/1600/Boys23.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3426/3612/1600/ric.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3426/3612/1600/riceaster.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3426/3612/1600/100_0822.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32956734-115651029709799785?l=arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/115651029709799785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32956734&amp;postID=115651029709799785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/115651029709799785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32956734/posts/default/115651029709799785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arends-journeyofhope.blogspot.com/2006/08/story-behind-story.html' title='The Story Behind the Story...'/><author><name>Bonnie Arends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763285572585858206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL7CZJ5cOUQ/SdwsctPspzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cSLf2LF1kB4/S220/family+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
