<?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-4937485837052428215</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:27:28.074-08:00</updated><category term='w'/><title type='text'>Nonna's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donnagayle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937485837052428215/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donnagayle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937485837052428215.post-7139868246884766553</id><published>2008-04-30T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T21:31:55.727-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='w'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WEDNESDAY APRIL 30th, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937485837052428215-7139868246884766553?l=donnagayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donnagayle.blogspot.com/feeds/7139868246884766553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937485837052428215&amp;postID=7139868246884766553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937485837052428215/posts/default/7139868246884766553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937485837052428215/posts/default/7139868246884766553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donnagayle.blogspot.com/2008/04/wednesday-april-30th-2008.html' title=''/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937485837052428215.post-4975613247079025755</id><published>2007-10-26T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T16:59:26.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVING,  MOOOVING</title><content type='html'>I just read my daughter-in-laws blog, and I sit at this computer now, barely able to see the screen. It was so sweet. It made me come to the realization that I too am moving, she and Todd are moving in our house, and we're moving to the new house that AW has built. The new house is beautiful and great, he did a marvelous job, but I must confess that moving it is a bitter sweet time. We have been in our log home about 24 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told the girls at work I was going to be sad, and they said yeah but it's a brand new house with all new stuff. But it's not my home, it's a house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my log house. It was a dream for AW and me from almost the beginning of our marriage.&lt;br /&gt;We finally built it after several years of marriage. We had scraped along and really lived in some dumps along the way. The 12x60 trailer was rough. (I promised AW I wouldn't complain though, because it was air conditioned.) Todd was about ten when we moved in the log house,&lt;br /&gt;he didn't want to sleep upstairs at first, I think I scared him, when I told him if the house ever caught on fire, he might have to jump out. The fire thing nearly came true one night, when AW tried to clean the fireplace out on his own with newspapers. I might add (don't try this, it is only for professionals. Whew that was scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night Kristen first came to house, AW and I were hanging wall paper. Now Kristen has hung some new wall paper. I knew from the beginning Kristen was the one. Maybe it was our wall paper hanging that she was so impressed with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots and lots of memories, lots of good (pickins) and lots of good times. Not so many people come out anymore, just a sign of the times, we're all way too busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new house will be nice, but it's not home. Maybe it will eventually feel that way, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor AW, with my mom and dad living at the end of our road now, He stops by their house first before coming home many times and gets fed supper. I really don't know what he'll do. Thank goodness they'll still just be up the highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll just go see Todd and Kristen a lot. (not really) I will knock before I come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad Todd and Kristen will be there. I'm glad Jonah and Finley will have lots of room to play. I know they have lots of great times ahead of both them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I say bitter sweet, I mean it. I feel happy for my kids and am tickled that they are&lt;br /&gt;going to be there and live there and it will be their home. But I will probably shed a tear or&lt;br /&gt;two, when I hand over the keys to the new tenants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937485837052428215-4975613247079025755?l=donnagayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donnagayle.blogspot.com/feeds/4975613247079025755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937485837052428215&amp;postID=4975613247079025755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937485837052428215/posts/default/4975613247079025755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937485837052428215/posts/default/4975613247079025755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donnagayle.blogspot.com/2007/10/moving-moooving.html' title='MOVING,  MOOOVING'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937485837052428215.post-5162364287655785723</id><published>2007-09-28T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T18:02:36.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY CHILD SAYS I MUST BLOG</title><content type='html'>SPEAKING OF MY CHILD, I GOT TO HEAR A BIT OF HIS CD LAST NIGHT (WHICH SHOULD BE RELEASED MAYBE IN NOVEMBER.)  I ADMIT I MIGHT BE A BIT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BIASED BUT IT IS AWSOME.  CAN'T WAIT FOR YOU ALL TO HEAR IT.  WE'LL LET YOU KNOW &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WHERE YOU CAN ORDER ONE.  WE'RE SO EXCITED.  I'M SO PROUD OF HIM.  KRISTEN SINGS BACKUP AND DOES A GREAT JOB.  ALL THE SONGS ARE ORIGINALS.  YOU'RE GOING TO LOVE IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HOPE WE GET TO HAVE SOME KIND OF RELEASE PARTY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IT'S BEEN ANOTHER INTERESTING WEEK.  STRESS AT WORK IS EXTREMELY HIGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SOME LEFT THIS WEEK IN TEARS.  I HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH THAT, OR WAIT MAYBE I DID.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;THE HOUSE IS COMING ALONG.  IT'S REALLY COMING TOGETHER.  IT'S BEAUTIFUL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YOU ALL MUST COME AND SEE IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;I'M PACKING A LITTLE BIT AND THROWING AWAY A LOT.  SEEMS LIKE A GREAT TIME TO GET RID OF A WHOLE LOT OF STUFF.  HOW LONG DOES A PACKAGE OF JIFFY MIX STAY IN ONE'S CABINET AND STILL BE GOOD TO USE I WONDER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HOPING THE HOUSE THING COMES TOGETHER SO WE CAN GO ON VACATION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WE'RE SUPPOSE TO GO TO NORTH CAROLINA TO RIDE THE MOTORCYCLES.  WE CAN HARDLY WAIT.  WE PRAY IT'S COOLER THERE THAN HERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937485837052428215-5162364287655785723?l=donnagayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donnagayle.blogspot.com/feeds/5162364287655785723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937485837052428215&amp;postID=5162364287655785723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937485837052428215/posts/default/5162364287655785723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937485837052428215/posts/default/5162364287655785723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donnagayle.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-child-says-i-must-blog.html' title='MY CHILD SAYS I MUST BLOG'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937485837052428215.post-4142318891853143645</id><published>2007-09-16T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T18:43:25.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dave Sarver, my pastor preached a great sermon Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;The goal: to see God with the wonder and awe of a little child.&lt;br /&gt;Just accepting God for who He is and believing what He says.&lt;br /&gt;I came home with some new goals for the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will watch the bluebird flutter&lt;br /&gt;until he flies away&lt;br /&gt;I will anxiously await the break&lt;br /&gt;of a brand new day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will laugh and giggle&lt;br /&gt;and be silly for a while,&lt;br /&gt;I will greet all those around me&lt;br /&gt;with a sweet and innocent smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will watch the clouds that He designs,&lt;br /&gt;and find an elephant or two,&lt;br /&gt;I will sit and enjoy the breeze He sends,&lt;br /&gt;and ask so sweetly,  God is that you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be so anxious, there's no need&lt;br /&gt;My Father is in control.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be still, I won't worry&lt;br /&gt;Just let His sweet peace fill my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will watch for Him in wonder,&lt;br /&gt;seeing Him along the way,&lt;br /&gt;as a little girl waits for daddy to come home,&lt;br /&gt;at the end of every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowing down to enjoy life,&lt;br /&gt;as a little girl of three,&lt;br /&gt;For my Father desires to give blessings,&lt;br /&gt;with things He created for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walk with Him thru each day,&lt;br /&gt;I'll reach up and grab His hand,&lt;br /&gt;in amazement and wonder,&lt;br /&gt;of my Father and His awesome plan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937485837052428215-4142318891853143645?l=donnagayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donnagayle.blogspot.com/feeds/4142318891853143645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937485837052428215&amp;postID=4142318891853143645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937485837052428215/posts/default/4142318891853143645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937485837052428215/posts/default/4142318891853143645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donnagayle.blogspot.com/2007/09/dave-sarver-my-pastor-preached-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937485837052428215.post-5923066219416589195</id><published>2007-09-15T07:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T07:16:23.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aK-DrM1hSBM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aK-DrM1hSBM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937485837052428215-5923066219416589195?l=donnagayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donnagayle.blogspot.com/feeds/5923066219416589195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937485837052428215&amp;postID=5923066219416589195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937485837052428215/posts/default/5923066219416589195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937485837052428215/posts/default/5923066219416589195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donnagayle.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937485837052428215.post-3236751656483872094</id><published>2007-08-31T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T13:26:08.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT A WEEK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What a week we've had. It started off last Friday evening, when I received a phone call from my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;mom, saying she had received a phone call from AW's brother saying that AW's niece's husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Danny had just had a heart attack. I hung up the phone thinking, Danny will be okay. He's young, he'll get to the hospital they'll fix him up and he'll be just fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;That's not the way it went. Twenty minutes later my mother called back and said Danny did not make it. AW and I just sat there looking at each other stunned. We couldn't believe it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Danny was the sweetest, nicest guy you would ever want to meet. Did not meet a stranger. Helped everyone he possibly could, had a heart for kids who were troubled and messed up from a lousy past. He was such a good guy. Great husband, great daddy to his two girls. Wow, are they&lt;/span&gt; all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;going to miss him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We had the funeral yesterday on Thursday. AW did the funeral. Through tears of his own, he managed with the Lord's help to get through it. He did a great job. After the funeral about 65 people were at my house eating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I will say this, Tracy has some of the nicest and sweetest friends, that came to be with her. Such&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;loving and kind godly people, you could just tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Work has been horrific this week. The stress on the house is mounting up quite well. AW's feeling most of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But what can I say, compared to other people's problems, that's not much. God is good and HEis in control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937485837052428215-3236751656483872094?l=donnagayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donnagayle.blogspot.com/feeds/3236751656483872094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937485837052428215&amp;postID=3236751656483872094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937485837052428215/posts/default/3236751656483872094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937485837052428215/posts/default/3236751656483872094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donnagayle.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-week.html' title='WHAT A WEEK'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937485837052428215.post-2441731200284679334</id><published>2007-08-11T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T18:04:42.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JONAH GETS MARRIED</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Skqhx5osu0/Rr5cm2wBQGI/AAAAAAAAAAY/clzWqQ4LDPk/s1600-h/jonahintux.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097613650831687778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Skqhx5osu0/Rr5cm2wBQGI/AAAAAAAAAAY/clzWqQ4LDPk/s320/jonahintux.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JONAH WAS IN A WEDDING LAST WEEKEND. I TALKED TO HIM WHEN HE WAS ON HIS WAY TO THE REHEARSAL. I SAID, "ARE YOU GETTING MARRIED?", NOT TONIGHT HE SAID, TOMORROW.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HE LOOKED SO CUTE. TODD AND KRISTEN SAID HE DID A GREAT JOB.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE TOOK HE AND FINLEY TO CHICK'F'LAY LAST NIGHT. SOME CUTE LITTLE BLONDE TOLD JONAH SHE LOVED HIM WHEN WE LEFT, NOT KNOWING WHAT RESPONSE TO GIVE HER HE SAID, "I LOVE YOU TOO." I'M THINKING WAY TO EARLY FOR THAT. GOSH, I HATE TO SEE HIM GROW UP.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937485837052428215-2441731200284679334?l=donnagayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donnagayle.blogspot.com/feeds/2441731200284679334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937485837052428215&amp;postID=2441731200284679334' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937485837052428215/posts/default/2441731200284679334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937485837052428215/posts/default/2441731200284679334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donnagayle.blogspot.com/2007/08/jonah-gets-married.html' title='JONAH GETS MARRIED'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Skqhx5osu0/Rr5cm2wBQGI/AAAAAAAAAAY/clzWqQ4LDPk/s72-c/jonahintux.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937485837052428215.post-5310013797115308770</id><published>2007-07-29T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T17:26:08.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I used to write poems, just recently started writing again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My poems are very simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This one that I'm posting today comes from a Sunday School class I was in a couple of weeks ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The teacher, Melissa was using the scripture in the Old Testament where God told the people how to make a sweet smelling perfume, that's where he wanted to be the the midst of this perfume. We talked about being in God's presence and having a fragrance about us, so that everyone would know where we have been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;What's that fragrance you're wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I noticed it when you walked in the door,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I don't know that I have ever smelled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;that fragrance before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It's the sweetest aroma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;As you've been in the presence of God most High,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I don't know what it is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But I feel that God is very near by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It's very different,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and it has saturated you thru and thru,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Come and sit beside me, tell me about your God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and what He can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Could you sharre why you're so different,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;is it your fragrant perfume,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;tell me, I want to know Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I sensed Him when you walked in the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937485837052428215-5310013797115308770?l=donnagayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donnagayle.blogspot.com/feeds/5310013797115308770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937485837052428215&amp;postID=5310013797115308770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937485837052428215/posts/default/5310013797115308770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937485837052428215/posts/default/5310013797115308770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donnagayle.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-used-to-write-poems-just-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937485837052428215.post-1809962130531041321</id><published>2007-07-29T16:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T16:36:29.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BABYSITTER FOR THE DAY</title><content type='html'>I got to keep Jonah and Finley Friday, almost for the whole day.  It was wonderful.  but Nonna was whooped (if whooped is a word) I was whooped.  We had fun.  Mostly just playing and chasing Finley to make sure she didn't get into something she didn't need to get into.  It was great.  I enjoyed my day off from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to go and stain the cabinets at the new house Saturday.  Since I was having great difficulty moving very fast, I'm sort of tickled that it was postponed to a later time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937485837052428215-1809962130531041321?l=donnagayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donnagayle.blogspot.com/feeds/1809962130531041321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937485837052428215&amp;postID=1809962130531041321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937485837052428215/posts/default/1809962130531041321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937485837052428215/posts/default/1809962130531041321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donnagayle.blogspot.com/2007/07/babysitter-for-day.html' title='BABYSITTER FOR THE DAY'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
