<?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-5855822909306138117</id><updated>2011-11-29T11:32:04.415-05:00</updated><category term='help children experience God&apos;s presence'/><category term='The Cause Within You'/><category term='healing'/><category term='Christian Cartoons'/><category term='Worship'/><category term='peace'/><category term='Training Children'/><category term='Parenting'/><category term='teach children to pray'/><category term='witnessing'/><category term='Bible Stories'/><category term='Spiritual Hunger'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='Teach children to worship Grandma'/><category term='Teach children the Bible; Parents; Ideas to plant God&apos;s Word in Children&apos;s hearts; Word of God; Planting the Word in children&apos;s hearts'/><category term='Beth Moore'/><category term='Hairbrush'/><category term='rest'/><category term='Matthew Barnett'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='God&apos;sPlan'/><category term='Children&apos;s Ministry Fun'/><category term='obedience'/><category term='Don&apos;t hold on to defeat'/><category term='Visuals'/><category term='cleansing'/><category term='Children&apos;s Ministry Leadership'/><category term='Inspirational'/><category term='rehearse your victories'/><category term='Word of God'/><category term='Biblical Training'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='Devotions for Kids'/><category term='thankfulness'/><title type='text'>Let Us Teach Kids - Pat Holland</title><subtitle type='html'>Matthew 13:46 Who,  when he had found  one  pearl  of great price,  went  and sold  all  that  he had, and  bought  it.
I found that "pearl of great price" and I am committed to help children find that Pearl-Jesus Christ who will enrich their lives in every way.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pat Holland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953476790936455266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYdHFsYrGaI/AAAAAAAAADc/G5ZnRHzuKrk/S220/pat+in+blue.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855822909306138117.post-98613463536042485</id><published>2011-11-29T11:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T11:32:04.423-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children&apos;s Ministry Fun'/><title type='text'>Kids Just Wanna Have Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Kids just wanna have fun! They love to laugh and play with their family and friends. Fun is an important ingredient in the recipe for a successful children's ministry. Be careful that you don't leave it out or add too much. A pinch of sugar in the tomato sauce takes the sauce to the next level. A cup of sugar in a cake makes the cake delicious. Understanding when to add a little and when to add more is an often overlooked skill in children's ministry.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I don't know about your kids, but in spite of my best efforts my kids always preferred junk food over nutritious foods. I always searched for great tasting recipes that were nourishing, but if I wasn't careful, they would fill up on cookies or puddings. I wanted them to enjoy desserts, just never make the desserts the main course. That is my caution for children's pastors and classroom teachers or leaders--enjoy the fun, but don't make it the main course. Be sure they always leave with a clear message that touches them where they live. Keep the main thing--the main thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Whenever possible use a game to teach a biblical truth. Use a game to&amp;nbsp;evaluate&amp;nbsp;how well they understood the lesson or to re-emphasize &amp;nbsp;it. A game is a fun way to break the ice and crack barriers. Group and Gospel Light Publishing have tons of books filled with fun games. I love the games from the TV program "Minute to Win It". You can see the videos of the games&amp;nbsp;on line&amp;nbsp;and they also have a Holiday Guide that you can download for free. Here's the link.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/minute-to-win-it/M2WI_Holiday_Activity_Guide.pdf"&gt;http://www.nbc.com/minute-to-win-it/M2WI_Holiday_Activity_Guide.pdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Don't limit these fun games to service time; have a family fun night with games and snacks. Money is tight and families are looking for inexpensive things to do as a family. Seize this season to build relationships that are vital for&amp;nbsp;healthy&amp;nbsp;families, children and churches.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I'd love to hear how you used the games and the response you got from the players.&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/5855822909306138117-98613463536042485?l=letusteachkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/feeds/98613463536042485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855822909306138117&amp;postID=98613463536042485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/98613463536042485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/98613463536042485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/2011/11/kids-just-wanna-have-fun.html' title='Kids Just Wanna Have Fun!'/><author><name>Pat Holland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953476790936455266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYdHFsYrGaI/AAAAAAAAADc/G5ZnRHzuKrk/S220/pat+in+blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855822909306138117.post-6541266906964187362</id><published>2011-11-24T06:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T06:00:11.911-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Handwriting;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9c69cq1g13k/TsvJcwZ01dI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/U5ZZyOhrXRE/s1600/give_thanks_md_wht.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9c69cq1g13k/TsvJcwZ01dI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/U5ZZyOhrXRE/s320/give_thanks_md_wht.gif" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Handwriting;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I'm so thankful for you!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Handwriting;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Handwriting;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I want to thank you for the difference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Handwriting;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;you have made in so many lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Handwriting;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Thank you for your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Handwriting;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;faithfulness when it wasn’t convenient…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Handwriting;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;for your sacrifice when no one was looking…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Handwriting;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;for your love when it wasn’t returned…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Handwriting;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;for living a life that glorifies God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Handwriting;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="border-collapse: separate; color: #000000; font-family: Tahoma; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; font-size: medium;" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="border-collapse: separate; color: #000000; font-family: Tahoma; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; font-size: medium;" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="font-family: Lucida Handwriting;" face="Lucida Handwriting" style="font-family: Lucida Handwriting;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="font-size: 12pt;" style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Thank  you for reading my blog and attending my workshops. Thank you for  giving me the opportunity to speak into your life. I pray that God will  bless you and use you more powerfully than ever before. I love you! Have  a wonderful Thanksgiving!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Handwriting;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&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/5855822909306138117-6541266906964187362?l=letusteachkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6541266906964187362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855822909306138117&amp;postID=6541266906964187362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/6541266906964187362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/6541266906964187362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-so-thankful-for-you-i-want-to-thank.html' title=''/><author><name>Pat Holland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953476790936455266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYdHFsYrGaI/AAAAAAAAADc/G5ZnRHzuKrk/S220/pat+in+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9c69cq1g13k/TsvJcwZ01dI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/U5ZZyOhrXRE/s72-c/give_thanks_md_wht.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855822909306138117.post-7461146668568364291</id><published>2011-11-23T09:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T09:00:02.262-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotions for Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thankfulness'/><title type='text'>My Thanks Giver Menu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3avD8mWdJ7Y/Tsu88VT1xKI/AAAAAAAAAOI/kzMi32kczek/s1600/pilgrim_boy_eating_turkey_wing_md_clr.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3avD8mWdJ7Y/Tsu88VT1xKI/AAAAAAAAAOI/kzMi32kczek/s200/pilgrim_boy_eating_turkey_wing_md_clr.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Handwriting;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I love to cook almost as much as I love to eat. The hardest part is the clean-up afterwards; which often influences my cooking. The second most difficult part of cooking is deciding what to cook, which also influences and limits my cooking to a few favorite recipes. From time to time, I try something new. I get a new recipe from my mother-in-law, what a great cook she is, or I actually use one of those recipes from the cooking channel that I love so much. Still, far to often, I hear myself ask the question that I already know the answer, "What do you want to eat dear?"...and if you cook you know the answer, "I don't know. What do you want?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Handwriting;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Handwriting;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;But Thanksgiving dinner is different. I start getting hungry for cornbread dressing in October, but I resist the temptation so by Thanksgiving my mouth is watering in anticipation. &amp;nbsp;I make really good dressing, not stuffing; good southern style dressing like my Mother used to make. What a great cook she was!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Handwriting;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Handwriting;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I've tried to razzle-dazzle the meal with new favorites, but I personally prefer the traditional fare: turkey, my husband smokes it for hours and it is so delicious; mashed potatoes; sweet potato casserole, my mother-in-laws recipe, but I have to leave out the coconut because both my son and daughter-in-law won't eat it. I just can't imagine anyone not liking coconut--it's one of my favorite things to eat, but then there's not too many things I won't eat. I have noticed chicken feet at the grocery store, but I've never tried them. It might help me lose some weight after the holiday to add them to my menu. I must mention Wayne, has put a pack of them ,as well as other interesting items from the meat counter, in my buggy from time to time.Not gonna happen! My son-in-law looks forward to the green bean casserole. And everyone's favorite is the homemade cheese bread. I try to bring the bread, with slivers of melted cheese throughout, hot &amp;nbsp;from the oven to the table.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Handwriting;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Handwriting'; font-size: medium;"&gt;Thanksgiving is a special time around the Holland house. We'll laugh a lot, eat a lot and sleep a little. And, it's all possible because God has blessed us so much. I'm thankful, so very thankful, for my husband, my family, good food and so much more. I've learned and continue to deliberately remind myself that Thanksgiving is a holiday, but giving thanks makes every day a holy day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Handwriting'; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Handwriting'; font-size: medium;"&gt;I shared my menu for eating, but more important, I want to share my menu for &amp;nbsp;living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Handwriting'; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Handwriting;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Handwriting; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Menu for a Thanks Giver.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Handwriting;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Handwriting; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Handwriting;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Handwriting; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lettuce:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Let us give thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Handwriting;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Handwriting; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Squash-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;squash ingratitude and greed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Handwriting;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Handwriting; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tater-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;par-tic-i- tater- participate in giving thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Handwriting;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Handwriting; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meat-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Meet God with an offering of thankfulness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Handwriting;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Handwriting; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rolls-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Roll all your cares on Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Handwriting;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Handwriting; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beet-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Beet greed by being thankful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Handwriting;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Handwriting; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thyme-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Give Him your precious thyme (time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Handwriting;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Handwriting; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dressing-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Dress in a garment of praise- give Him praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Handwriting;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Handwriting; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Handwriting;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Handwriting; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Every good cook knows the secret ingredient is love—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Handwriting;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Handwriting; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Love the Lord with all your heart…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Handwriting;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Handwriting; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Handwriting;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Handwriting; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Handwriting'; font-size: medium; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again this year, we'll all be together. I can't wait for kisses from my Princess, Joybell, Smiley and&amp;nbsp;Jedediah. I'm so thankful to be a grandma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5855822909306138117-7461146668568364291?l=letusteachkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7461146668568364291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855822909306138117&amp;postID=7461146668568364291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/7461146668568364291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/7461146668568364291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-thanks-giver-menu.html' title='My Thanks Giver Menu'/><author><name>Pat Holland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953476790936455266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYdHFsYrGaI/AAAAAAAAADc/G5ZnRHzuKrk/S220/pat+in+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3avD8mWdJ7Y/Tsu88VT1xKI/AAAAAAAAAOI/kzMi32kczek/s72-c/pilgrim_boy_eating_turkey_wing_md_clr.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855822909306138117.post-5788888028331858146</id><published>2011-11-22T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T10:00:32.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>After Thanksgiving, Continue Giving Thanks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rIdGjRklWLs/Tsu3lG4_5QI/AAAAAAAAAOA/ZyMphAE3fJs/s1600/turkey_walking_confidently_md_clr.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rIdGjRklWLs/Tsu3lG4_5QI/AAAAAAAAAOA/ZyMphAE3fJs/s1600/turkey_walking_confidently_md_clr.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Even if you taught on Thanksgiving last week, you may want to use this illustration the Sunday after Thanksgiving or really anytime you want to talk turkey, ah, I mean about being thankful. You could turn each segment of this short illustration into a prayer as a guided prayer time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ask the children to trace the outline of their hand in their church notebook. Show them how with your hand, stretching and curling the thumb to form the head of the turkey. If your children don't normally take notes (I encourage you to train them to take notes from each service. Remember, the shortest pencil is better than the longest memory), then provide each child with paper and crayon or pencil. Have each child trace around their hand to make the turkey hand print. Let them add legs, eyes and decorations as time permits. Talk to them as they draw.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I need your help today. I need you to draw the visual for today's lesson. I want you to draw around you're hand.&amp;nbsp;Look at your hand. What you do with your hands is very important. With your hands you can do good things or you can do bad things. You can hurt people or you can help people. You can encourage people or you can discourage them just by how you touch them with your hand. Your kind touch can bring joy or your hard fist can bring hurt. If your deepest desire is not to lift and encourage others, then you have a heart problem. When you love God, you will love others. Yes, sometimes we need an attitude adjustment and God can handle that for you, if you'll ask. Draw a heart in the center of the hand print. Maybe you've never asked Jesus to forgive you of your sins and come into your life. He wants to. Ask Him. Maybe you've asked Him, but you're mad and sad inside. He wants to give you a loving, joy filled heart. Ask Him. Let's do that right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'm sure you've done this before, I want you to make a turkey out of your hand print. Maybe you're thinking Thanksgiving's over and you're right and wrong. You're right that Thanksgiving day is over, but you're very wrong if you think giving thanks is over. Giving thanks is more than a holiday. Giving thanks must be a way of life if you want the best life. Today, let's talk about how to use your hand to express love by expressing thankfulness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D33Fgufhg2U/Tsu1rzGYJTI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Li5o_HZOtgM/s1600/cornucopia_full_fruit_sm_clr.gif" 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/-D33Fgufhg2U/Tsu1rzGYJTI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Li5o_HZOtgM/s200/cornucopia_full_fruit_sm_clr.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Have them write GOD on the index finger of the turkey. (Fold your fingers so only the index finger is extended.) In everything we do, we must keep Him first. He is the giver or every good and perfect gift, so first of all, let's thank God for His goodness. We can thank Him with words.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Be careful to never forget they are only words unless you mean them from your heart.&amp;nbsp;Thankfulness is not thankfulness until it is expressed. You can thank God by lifting your hands or by clapping your hands. &amp;nbsp;Let's thank God right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You have three more fingers or feathers on your turkey. Each is a reminder of something or someone to be thankful for. Before you write anything down, I want you to think for just a minute. On the remaining fingers write the names of three you are people you are thankful for. Is there someone that helps you that you have never said thank you to? Someone like the cafeteria lady, the bus driver or your pastor? Ask God to give you three names that you need to thank. &amp;nbsp;Write their names on your turkey, one name on each finger/feather. Everyday this week pray for the three names on your hand. Find a creative way to say thank-you. Make them a card, a little gift or write them a letter. Is there a way you can give them a hand? Let's ask God right now to give you the name of someone. You can write it down as we pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Gratefulness builds you up, It makes you feel happy! Grumbling deflates you! It sucks and steals all your joy! Gratefulness is expressed by thankfulness. &lt;/span&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/5855822909306138117-5788888028331858146?l=letusteachkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5788888028331858146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855822909306138117&amp;postID=5788888028331858146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/5788888028331858146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/5788888028331858146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/2011/11/after-thanksgiving-continue-giving.html' title='After Thanksgiving, Continue Giving Thanks!'/><author><name>Pat Holland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953476790936455266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYdHFsYrGaI/AAAAAAAAADc/G5ZnRHzuKrk/S220/pat+in+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rIdGjRklWLs/Tsu3lG4_5QI/AAAAAAAAAOA/ZyMphAE3fJs/s72-c/turkey_walking_confidently_md_clr.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855822909306138117.post-5423099064322958285</id><published>2011-09-30T09:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T09:28:01.404-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Courageous</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It opens in theaters today!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TD6Iel5RbTM/ToW0o3Ngt8I/AAAAAAAAANs/HzcH7I20wIQ/s1600/courageous_poster_sm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TD6Iel5RbTM/ToW0o3Ngt8I/AAAAAAAAANs/HzcH7I20wIQ/s200/courageous_poster_sm.jpg" width="136" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We're in children's ministries because we value children and the importance of shaping them with Christian values. Our passion can be blinding sometimes. It is easy to forget the family and how the total package influences the children we want to nuture in the ways of God. This movie is a way to impact parents and encourage men. That is something that our culture does way too little of--encourage men. This is an opportunity too good to miss. Seize the opportunity to use this effective tool to build families and men!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here are some suggestions to help you impact your church and community with this God given tool:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Download the &lt;a href="http://www.courageousthemovie.com/"&gt;flyers&lt;/a&gt; and&amp;nbsp;post them at the door where parents will pick up their children.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Organize a parents night out, so parents can drop off their children while they see the movie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Purchase tickets for a young couple that might not be able to purchase the tickets.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;See the movie and talk about it. Use all your social networking places like Twitter, Facebook etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Advertise the movie in your weekly handout or flyer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I plan to get to the&amp;nbsp;Early Bird showings&amp;nbsp;today! I'll save money and support the vision to impact the community with Christian values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends Suzanne&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; Charles go to the Sherwood Church and they loved the movie. It is important for believers to support this movie not only with our attendance, but also with our prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherwood Church has been very deliberate in their strategy to involve churches.&amp;nbsp;Creative suggestions and follow up ideas to help people get the most from this movie. I hope you'll visit&amp;nbsp;their link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.courageousthemovie.com/"&gt;http://www.courageousthemovie.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="309" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/oDa0zvQ8zKI?rel=0" width="510"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855822909306138117-5423099064322958285?l=letusteachkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.courageousresources.com/churchresources' title='Courageous'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5423099064322958285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855822909306138117&amp;postID=5423099064322958285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/5423099064322958285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/5423099064322958285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/2011/09/courageous.html' title='Courageous'/><author><name>Pat Holland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953476790936455266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYdHFsYrGaI/AAAAAAAAADc/G5ZnRHzuKrk/S220/pat+in+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TD6Iel5RbTM/ToW0o3Ngt8I/AAAAAAAAANs/HzcH7I20wIQ/s72-c/courageous_poster_sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855822909306138117.post-6368253210189994076</id><published>2011-08-30T08:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T08:35:23.387-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bigger Just Got Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D52lhHbJCUI/TlzS4o2-huI/AAAAAAAAANY/32x8olt4Yik/s1600/iStock_pancakesXSmall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D52lhHbJCUI/TlzS4o2-huI/AAAAAAAAANY/32x8olt4Yik/s320/iStock_pancakesXSmall.jpg" width="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;This is written for a teacher to use in their class. For visuals, you will need your favorite candy bar in two sizes, a bite sized and the biggest size you can find. The sad thing is you won't get to eat the big one, you will be giving it away. Think of it this way, it’s better to give than receive or you just saved yourself from eating a million calories. Print out three words strips in 125 font or as big as you can make, “Better in God”; "Bow Inspect Give"; and "Believe in God". Fold each word strip so only the letters B I G are showing. Study the story line and have some fun with this illustration. But everything in the biggest bag you can find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Storyline:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I have two candy bars. (Pull them out of as you talk.) Does anyone here like this candy bar?(Describe the candy bar and explain why you love this one so much!) Would anyone like to have one of these candy bars? (Select a child and offer him/her choose the candy bar.) Which one would you like? (Offer the tiny one and try to convince them to take it.) This little bite-sized one is so good. It has gooey&amp;nbsp;caramel, creamy&amp;nbsp;nougat&amp;nbsp;and crunchy peanuts. Are you sure you don't want this little bitty guy? You want the big one? I thought that might happen. I guess I'll left with the little one. You know big is better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;And what about the rest of you. If you had your choice which would you choose? If you go to your favorite pizza buffet and you see your very favorite pizza on the buffet, fresh out of the oven, do you pick a tiny little sliver or do you go for the big piece? I go for the big one. My favorite is the spinach pizza with lots of&amp;nbsp;jalapeños.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Why do we do that? Because most of us believe big is better. We like big amusement parks, big toys, big allowances, big television screens...because we believe big is better, more valuable, more filling, more fun, and more&amp;nbsp;satisfying.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;But somehow our craving for more isn't being satisfied...the more we have the more we want. We want more and more games to play even though the cabinet is bulging with old ones. The bigger amusement parks leave us tired and irritable at the end of the day instead happy. The big pizzas and candy bars leave us fat and unhealthy. I'm not bashing big, I'm just saying maybe the real problem here is not the big we have, but the BIG that we neglect is the real problem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Sound confusing? Let me explain...(Show the &amp;nbsp;BIG strip, then open it to show Better in God.) Things and stuff will never satisfy you...but God can. Jesus purchased your salvation, your joy, your peace. He offers unconditional love and a relationship that is out of this world, literally! Then when He reigns as King or boss of your life, you understand how to really enjoy the things you have. When you understand the Better is found in God, your big just got bigger and better. Not always easier, but better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;How do you take yourself off the throne in your life? Here's another BIG. Bow. Inspect. Give.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Bow: Surrender to God. God I don't want to boss my life. I want to do what pleases you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Inspect: Father, what is an area that I am ignoring your rules, the Bible? Where am I missing your best?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Give: I give my desires to you. I want to love the things you love and hate the things you hate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Understand if you want God's BIG, you must practice another BIG; Believe in God. He is the giver of every good and perfect gift. He wants to bless you with things that enrich your life, not drain them. Fill your heart with His Word and His promises. Obey His rules. Purpose in your heart that you will have God’s Big that satisfies and not the world’s greed that robs.&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/5855822909306138117-6368253210189994076?l=letusteachkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6368253210189994076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855822909306138117&amp;postID=6368253210189994076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/6368253210189994076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/6368253210189994076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/2011/08/bigger-just-got-better.html' title='Bigger Just Got Better'/><author><name>Pat Holland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953476790936455266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYdHFsYrGaI/AAAAAAAAADc/G5ZnRHzuKrk/S220/pat+in+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D52lhHbJCUI/TlzS4o2-huI/AAAAAAAAANY/32x8olt4Yik/s72-c/iStock_pancakesXSmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855822909306138117.post-3012884608633994018</id><published>2011-08-11T06:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T06:00:04.647-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleansing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Have you washed in the Golden Laver lately?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vl0XiD1px5c/TjwmQf0SwlI/AAAAAAAAANU/CaTiFMLdxaU/s1600/charlie_washing_hands_hr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vl0XiD1px5c/TjwmQf0SwlI/AAAAAAAAANU/CaTiFMLdxaU/s200/charlie_washing_hands_hr.jpg" width="168" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;In the tabernacle, if you move from the brazen altar and then continue to the next piece of furniture you will come to the laver. For a long time this piece puzzled me. The altar was where the sacrifice for sin was made. It is a picture of the atoning and cleansing power of Jesus, the sacrificial lamb. But the laver was a place of cleansing also. Why was the laver necessary? What was God saying to the New Testament believer through this section of the picture of the tabernacle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;The laver was only for priest, after they had ministered at the altar. The ministry at the altar was messy; fire, smoke, blood and ashes. When the priest finished at the altar, he moved to the laver, which was made from the offering of the women’s mirrors. It was highly reflective, so as the priest bent over to wash his face, he could see his face to wash off anything that might be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Ministry can be messy. It’s too easy to walk away from ministry messed up, so God has made a provision for you to see what’s going on so you can deal with it. Reflect. Are you feeling yucky? What is the source of that feeling? "Wash that man right outta your hair", sorry that commercial jingle just took over for a minute, but I'm alright now. Go to the laver and wash with words something like this. "Father, I've served your people. In spite of doing everything I know to do there is confusion, mistrust and dishonor. (Or whatever is happening.) Wash me. Heal my hurt. I release this situation into your hands. Give me wisdom instead of pain. Give me love instead of apathy. Give me joy instead of dread. Pray this way until you feel a release in your heart from the heaviness."&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/5855822909306138117-3012884608633994018?l=letusteachkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/feeds/3012884608633994018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855822909306138117&amp;postID=3012884608633994018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/3012884608633994018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/3012884608633994018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/2011/08/have-you-washed-in-golden-laver-lately.html' title='Have you washed in the Golden Laver lately?'/><author><name>Pat Holland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953476790936455266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYdHFsYrGaI/AAAAAAAAADc/G5ZnRHzuKrk/S220/pat+in+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vl0XiD1px5c/TjwmQf0SwlI/AAAAAAAAANU/CaTiFMLdxaU/s72-c/charlie_washing_hands_hr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855822909306138117.post-238760453729176402</id><published>2011-08-10T09:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T09:28:09.463-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don&apos;t hold on to defeat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Throw Away Defeat Trophies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e_7CFUIzZ_U/Tjwj-T7ogCI/AAAAAAAAANQ/mA1v0mtspxM/s1600/man_with_cast_and_crutches_hr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e_7CFUIzZ_U/Tjwj-T7ogCI/AAAAAAAAANQ/mA1v0mtspxM/s200/man_with_cast_and_crutches_hr.jpg" width="136" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;It stayed in Wayne’s junk drawer. You know the drawer; filled with all the stuff that you can’t part with, but doesn’t have a real home because it’s really not worth keeping, but you can’t bear to part with it drawer. I have one too. But the law at my house, and I’m an obedient wife, is “Keep Out.” So I do, but, I gotta tell you, one day I peeped inside the drawer. There was a lot of junk in that drawer, but I was shocked to see the cast and contraption that the ER physician put on Wayne’s hand when he severed the tendon on the middle finger of his right hand. (The severed tendon is another story for another day.) It was a huge contraption that held the finger straight until the tendon could heal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I complained and he got rid of it, but the point is why do we hold on to things that remind us of pain and defeat of the past? Holding on to it doesn’t make it go away or make you feel better. It just takes up space and spreads toxins in your body and emotions.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;(Continued tomorrow)&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/5855822909306138117-238760453729176402?l=letusteachkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/feeds/238760453729176402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855822909306138117&amp;postID=238760453729176402' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/238760453729176402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/238760453729176402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/2011/08/throw-away-defeat-trophies.html' title='Throw Away Defeat Trophies'/><author><name>Pat Holland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953476790936455266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYdHFsYrGaI/AAAAAAAAADc/G5ZnRHzuKrk/S220/pat+in+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e_7CFUIzZ_U/Tjwj-T7ogCI/AAAAAAAAANQ/mA1v0mtspxM/s72-c/man_with_cast_and_crutches_hr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855822909306138117.post-742810003661045009</id><published>2011-08-09T13:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T13:50:12.084-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rehearse your victories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Rehearse Your Victories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KowFkfjMUAU/Tjwd-RTA8UI/AAAAAAAAANM/kbtKR-Ky324/s1600/nascar_driver_win_celebrate_hr.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/-KowFkfjMUAU/Tjwd-RTA8UI/AAAAAAAAANM/kbtKR-Ky324/s200/nascar_driver_win_celebrate_hr.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I can’t begin to imagine what it must have felt like when Goliath criticized David. OK! I’ll admit it was much worse than just a criticism. Goliath loathed this kid and his words were intended to intimidate and humiliate David. “Do I look like a little dog that you can run off with a stick,” was the meaning behind the ridicule of the towering giant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I love, love this part, David wasn’t intimidated. He was like the proverbial duck that enjoy a good splash, because the water can’t penetrate the well-oiled feathers. Goliath’s words didn’t penetrate David’s armor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I know you know this story and your mind probably just ruffled in protest. Maybe you’re thinking, “David was not wearing any armor.” But I disagree; he had the shield of faith. How could he wield that shield of faith so skillfully? Little comments seem to demolish my ego? He faced a formidable foe that had the entire Israeli army wilting and cowering in fear. What was his secret?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Two things kept him cool, calm and collected. First, he knew the source of his faith.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“…but the people who know their God shall be strong, and carry out great exploits.” (Daniel 11:32) Secondly, he rehearsed his victories. When King Saul complained that he wasn’t mature enough to handle the job, David rehearsed defeating the lion and the bear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I don’t know about you, but somehow I forget the good things I do, but I can remember stinging criticism for years and years. I remember the complaints far longer than the changed lives and the people ministered to in the altar. But, if we want to experience greater victories, we must lift our focus from the defeat to Jehovah Nissi who always causes us to triumph, even in the face of criticism, lack or disaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;One way I have discovered to rehearse my victories is by rereading letters, cards and praise reports from a file in my office. I re-read them today. They didn’t puff my ego. They made me want to pray harder, touch more people, and win more victories through the power of God. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;(Continued tomorrow)&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/5855822909306138117-742810003661045009?l=letusteachkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/feeds/742810003661045009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855822909306138117&amp;postID=742810003661045009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/742810003661045009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/742810003661045009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/2011/08/rehearse-your-victories.html' title='Rehearse Your Victories'/><author><name>Pat Holland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953476790936455266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYdHFsYrGaI/AAAAAAAAADc/G5ZnRHzuKrk/S220/pat+in+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KowFkfjMUAU/Tjwd-RTA8UI/AAAAAAAAANM/kbtKR-Ky324/s72-c/nascar_driver_win_celebrate_hr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855822909306138117.post-4652774633764280041</id><published>2011-08-08T06:00:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T06:00:02.147-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obedience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word of God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>What Do You Do With Criticism?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r6MTlE8AZZQ/TjwV6aKroUI/AAAAAAAAANI/F0v8DjvK0IQ/s1600/P1010014+%2528640x480%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r6MTlE8AZZQ/TjwV6aKroUI/AAAAAAAAANI/F0v8DjvK0IQ/s200/P1010014+%2528640x480%2529.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I'm sure you've felt it too...the sting of criticism. Whoever said "... but words can't hurt me" was lying or delusional. They do hurt...and like it or not, it is a part of life and ministry. So, what do we do with it? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;First, don't just dismiss it. Process it. It could be that the other end of that thorn is a rose. It could be a valuable gift wrapped in rough paper. The revelation hidden in the criticism could be a key to the growth that unlocks your future.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Move past the manner in which the criticism was given and the personality of the one it was given through to the thing that is being criticized. Is the criticism warranted? What can you do different? Ask God to let you see the situation through that person's eyes. What can you learn from their observation? How can you grow?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;If the criticism was totally unwarranted, then just dismiss it and forget it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Let it slide off like water off a duck’s back. Let it go. Don‘t dwell on the criticism because that can drain you of productivity and sidetrack you. Refocus on your priorities and keep moving toward what God has called you to do.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Everyone is not going to agree with you or even like you for that matter, but then everybody doesn’t like coffee either. It is just beyond me that anyone could not enjoy a hot cup of coffee! Sorry for the segway. The Bible actually carries this point farther, “Woe to you when all men speak well of you…” (Luke 16:26 NKJV) Scripture plainly warns us to be wary if everyone is bragging about you. I’ve never had that problem, how ‘bout you? (Continued tomorrow)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/5855822909306138117-4652774633764280041?l=letusteachkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4652774633764280041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855822909306138117&amp;postID=4652774633764280041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/4652774633764280041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/4652774633764280041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-do-you-do-with-criticism.html' title='What Do You Do With Criticism?'/><author><name>Pat Holland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953476790936455266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYdHFsYrGaI/AAAAAAAAADc/G5ZnRHzuKrk/S220/pat+in+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r6MTlE8AZZQ/TjwV6aKroUI/AAAAAAAAANI/F0v8DjvK0IQ/s72-c/P1010014+%2528640x480%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855822909306138117.post-4382767181536278409</id><published>2011-08-04T10:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T10:51:50.629-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;sPlan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obedience'/><title type='text'>Red Mercedes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a9ie_Jn9tc0/Tjqx4rK0WWI/AAAAAAAAANA/Ko4i_jjBWWA/s1600/Red+Mercedes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a9ie_Jn9tc0/Tjqx4rK0WWI/AAAAAAAAANA/Ko4i_jjBWWA/s320/Red+Mercedes.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 19px; line-height: 21px; margin: 0mm 0mm 3.52mm; text-indent: 0mm;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; border-collapse: separate; color: black; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;It was Pittsburg Steelers coach, Ray Horton’s last day on the job. His new assignment is with the Arizona Cardinals as the defensive coordinator. One of the people on his “Say Goodbye To List" was a cook Maurice Matthews. Maurice was always a fun guy, always teasing Horton that he was coaching in “his” position or “When are you going to let me drive my car”, referring to Horton’s shiny red Mercedes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 19px; line-height: 21px; margin: 0mm 0mm 3.52mm; text-indent: 0mm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Horton’s always teased back, “Man, you can’t afford the gas for that car!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 19px; line-height: 21px; margin: 0mm 0mm 3.52mm; text-indent: 0mm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;But Horton had more than a final goodbye in mind. His question probably surprised Matthews. “Man, can I borrow whatever money you got on you?” Regardless of the questions rattling in his brain, he pulled out a twenty and surrendered it to the coach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 19px; line-height: 21px; margin: 0mm 0mm 3.52mm; text-indent: 0mm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;The car keys jingled as Horton handed them to Matthews with the explanation, "sold for $20!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 19px; line-height: 21px; margin: 0mm 0mm 3.52mm; text-indent: 0mm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Don’t ya just love the generosity of this coach! There is another reality that I love even more; &amp;nbsp;Our God is a generous God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 19px; line-height: 21px; margin: 0mm 0mm 3.52mm; text-indent: 0mm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;The prophet Elijah asked the widow woman a similar question, “Give me what you have.” F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: &amp;quot;Palatino Linotype&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;rom the burning bush,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: &amp;quot;Palatino Linotype&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;God asked Moses what he had in his hand. Oh, and Jesus asked the rich young ruler the same question. I believe it is the question God is asking believers today, “What do you have in your hand?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 19px; line-height: 21px; margin: 0mm 0mm 3.52mm; text-indent: 0mm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;What ya got? The widow woman had a little meal and some oil. &amp;nbsp;Moses had a stick, The ruler had money. Whatever ya got, give it to Him; move to a place of surrender. That place of surrender positions you to receive from God. That act of obedience releases blessings. It 's in more areas than just financial. I’m not talking about how to get a car. I’m talking about releasing the blessings of God into your life. Releasing His favor, His joy, His peace and His abundance into your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 19px; line-height: 21px; margin: 0mm 0mm 3.52mm; text-indent: 0mm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;What is your talent? Are you stewarding that talent? Are you developing, using and surrendering it to God. What about your money and your time? &amp;nbsp;Have you surrendered them to God’s plan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;I am so glad Matthews surrendered his twenty dollar bill to Horton; and I’m so glad God is even more generous and capable than Horton. Thank you Mr. Horton, you made my day. Thank you God, you make me able to enjoy every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;http://sports.yahoo.com/nfl/blog/shutdown_corner/post/Steelers-coach-sells-Mercedes-to-team-cafeteria-?urn=nfl-wp4503&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/5855822909306138117-4382767181536278409?l=letusteachkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4382767181536278409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855822909306138117&amp;postID=4382767181536278409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/4382767181536278409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/4382767181536278409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/2011/08/red-mercedes.html' title='Red Mercedes'/><author><name>Pat Holland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953476790936455266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYdHFsYrGaI/AAAAAAAAADc/G5ZnRHzuKrk/S220/pat+in+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a9ie_Jn9tc0/Tjqx4rK0WWI/AAAAAAAAANA/Ko4i_jjBWWA/s72-c/Red+Mercedes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855822909306138117.post-2983256497844857048</id><published>2011-08-02T05:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T05:00:06.056-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obedience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='witnessing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>The King is Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Hugh Latimer was an influential leader in the reformation; a very dangerous time to be trying to influence people that "we are saved by grace and not works." Queen Mary was the daughter of Henry VIII and was known as “bloody Mary” for killing Christians. However, King Henry VIII actually killed more Christians than she did. Bishop Latimer understood the cost of his commitment and shares his personal thoughts at the beginning of one of his sermons in his role as the&amp;nbsp;royal chaplain.&amp;nbsp;"&amp;nbsp;Latimer, Latimer,&amp;nbsp;thou art going to speak before&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;high and mighty&amp;nbsp;king&amp;nbsp;Henry VIII., who&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;able, if he think fit, to take thy life away.&amp;nbsp;Be careful&amp;nbsp;what thou sayest. But&amp;nbsp;Latimer, Latimer,&amp;nbsp;remember also thou art about to speak before&amp;nbsp;the King&amp;nbsp;of kings and Lord of lords. Take heed that thou dost not displease Him."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;How would your ministry be different if every time you prepared for a service, if every time you spoke or touched people, you reminded yourself "I am about to speak before the King of kings and Lord of lords and I must be careful that I don't displease Him"?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?pg=PA146&amp;amp;dq=Be%20careful%20Latimer%20the%20king%20is%20here&amp;amp;ei=haYmToLEB4bq0gG-1cXoCg&amp;amp;ct=result&amp;amp;id=SUQHAAAAQAAJ&amp;amp;output=text"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;http://books.google.com/books?pg=PA146&amp;amp;dq=Be%20careful%20Latimer%20the%20king%20is%20here&amp;amp;ei=haYmToLEB4bq0gG-1cXoCg&amp;amp;ct=result&amp;amp;id=SUQHAAAAQAAJ&amp;amp;output=text&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; Acessed July 20,2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"&gt;The Biblical &amp;nbsp;Treasury The Sunday School Union 1882&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855822909306138117-2983256497844857048?l=letusteachkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2983256497844857048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855822909306138117&amp;postID=2983256497844857048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/2983256497844857048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/2983256497844857048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/2011/08/king-is-here.html' title='The King is Here'/><author><name>Pat Holland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953476790936455266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYdHFsYrGaI/AAAAAAAAADc/G5ZnRHzuKrk/S220/pat+in+blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855822909306138117.post-5156826190502376396</id><published>2011-07-28T11:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T11:29:36.383-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children&apos;s Ministry Leadership'/><title type='text'>Kid’s  In Ministry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/-_jVx_suIcZY/TjF_YatY_bI/AAAAAAAAAM8/UF9gLSd1JX8/s1600/girl+running.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_jVx_suIcZY/TjF_YatY_bI/AAAAAAAAAM8/UF9gLSd1JX8/s1600/girl+running.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;v:shapetype coordsize="21600,21600" filled="f" id="_x0000_t75" o:preferrelative="t" o:spt="75" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" stroked="f"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;/v:stroke&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Don’t get so busy ministering to the kids that you forget kids can minister too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 11.35pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I wanted to help. It didn’t matter to me that I was just a kid. I wanted to do more than sit on a pew. I agree, I wasn’t qualified to teach the class, but there were lots of things I could do. Although my Sunday school teacher couldn’t imagine her class doing anything more than listening to her talk, the state director of the girl’s ministry saw potential. She understood that girls wanted to be involved and she let us. She asked us for ideas that would make the reward ceremony extra special. She let us file and make copies. We carried out trash and we thought we were the most important girls in the world because we were helping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 11.35pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I remember helping stock the shelves in the Home Mission closet where pastor’s wives of struggling, young churches came to pick out basic supplies for their homes. I will always remember one lady’s joy as we packed her box with sheets and towels. We wrote each other for years after that. What a powerful impact that experience made on my life. I saw first-hand what it meant to pioneer a Home Mission work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 11.35pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;There are children in your class that need to become involved in ministry, before they catch the deadly Pew Potato Disease that is destroying our churches. Churches are filled with pew sitters that haven’t done anything for God in years. If we want children to be involved in ministry then why wait until they have lost that natural desire to serve and then suddenly begin to fret and whine that no one wants to help you in children’s ministry. If you want to raise-up pew potatoes, all you have to do is nothing. But if you want to raise-up a group of children that will love the church and love serving others, then help them take ownership in their church by getting them involved.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 11.35pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Maybe you are thinking “what can kids do”? The list is endless. They can pick up paper around the church. They can use puppets in outreach settings such as the nursing home and parks. They can share object lessons or short stories in a younger Sunday school class. They can sing specials or as part of a praise team. They can file visuals or make bulletin boards. Children can write notes to the visitors or absentees. They can serve as Watchman on the Row.&amp;nbsp; They can perform a number of janitorial duties. They can serve as the sound and lighting crew or any other technical requirements. They can put together newsletters or manage your web site. Children have talents that need to be used.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 11.35pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I believe there are three vital steps in involving children in ministry:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 11.35pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;1. Help them see the need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 11.35pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;2. Train them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 11.35pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;3. Give them opportunity.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/5855822909306138117-5156826190502376396?l=letusteachkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5156826190502376396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855822909306138117&amp;postID=5156826190502376396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/5156826190502376396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/5156826190502376396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/2011/07/kids-in-ministry.html' title='Kid’s  In Ministry'/><author><name>Pat Holland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953476790936455266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYdHFsYrGaI/AAAAAAAAADc/G5ZnRHzuKrk/S220/pat+in+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_jVx_suIcZY/TjF_YatY_bI/AAAAAAAAAM8/UF9gLSd1JX8/s72-c/girl+running.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855822909306138117.post-6409250852741467003</id><published>2011-07-27T06:00:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T06:00:17.227-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;sPlan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><title type='text'>Great Basket</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Y0PBzzrWG8/Ti4bVUCdF8I/AAAAAAAAAM4/D6LgyykbgZQ/s1600/Pat%2527s+Basket+002+%2528640x480%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Y0PBzzrWG8/Ti4bVUCdF8I/AAAAAAAAAM4/D6LgyykbgZQ/s320/Pat%2527s+Basket+002+%2528640x480%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span ?times="" new="" palatino="" roman?;mso-bidi-font-family:tahoma;color:#010101?="" style="font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt;Check out my cool basket. It came from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span color:black?="" linotype??,?serif?;="" mso-fareast-font-family:?times="" new="" palatino="" roman?;mso-bidi-font-family:tahoma;="" style="font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.scstitch.com/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Sarah’s Cross Stitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span linotype??,?serif?;mso-fareast-font-family:?times="" mso-bidi-font-family:tahoma;color:#010101?="" new="" palatino="" roman?;="" style="font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt;. I love, love my basket. I always have stuff to use as visual aids, so as I plan my program, I stuff my basket. Then when I’m ready to speak everything is in one convenient place and easily accessible. It folds flat for easy storage.&amp;nbsp; The embroidery is absolutely beautiful! The basket is light, attractive, durable, and it is so cool to have my name on the basket. And people really like it. Everywhere I go, people ask me where I got it, so I thought maybe you’ll like to have the resource link as well. The link is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span color:black?="" linotype??,?serif?;="" mso-fareast-font-family:?times="" new="" palatino="" roman?;mso-bidi-font-family:tahoma;="" style="font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.scstitch.com/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Sarah’s Cross Stitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;(www.scstitch.com).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-line-height-alt: 10.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span linotype??,?serif?;mso-fareast-font-family:?times="" mso-bidi-font-family:?times="" new="" palatino="" roman?;="" roman?;color:#010101?="" style="font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt;They do amazing work. I have another bag from Sara’s that has a beautiful hummingbird on it. I keep it with me everywhere I go. I treasure that beautiful bag as well, but it is not a ministry bag. Her bags could be used for gifts for visiting evangelist, special awards, contest prizes or anytime you want something that really shows someone you appreciate their ministry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-line-height-alt: 10.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span linotype??,?serif?;mso-fareast-font-family:?times="" mso-bidi-font-family:?times="" new="" palatino="" roman?;="" roman?;color:#010101?="" style="font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt;Their specialty is embroidery. They embroider shirts, patches and almost anything you need. They have no set up charge and no minimum! Wow! That makes them great for children’s ministries on a tight budget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-line-height-alt: 10.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span linotype??,?serif?;mso-fareast-font-family:?times="" mso-bidi-font-family:?times="" new="" palatino="" roman?;="" roman?;color:#010101?="" style="font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt;The folks at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span new="" palatino="" roman?;mso-bidi-font-family:?times="" roman?;mso-bidi-font-family:?times="" roman??="" style="font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.scstitch.com/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Sarah’s Cross Stitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span linotype??,?serif?;mso-fareast-font-family:?times="" mso-bidi-font-family:?times="" new="" palatino="" roman?;="" roman?;color:#010101?="" style="font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt;are amazing believers who love God. Every time I get with them I’m inspired to walk closer to God. They are active in their church teaching a Small Group (not in size or effectiveness - &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;why are they called small groups?) in their home and children’s ministry on Sunday mornings. They are creative puppeteers using visual arts to take their puppetry to higher dimensions. They are good, honest people that are great to do business with. If you have any embroidery needs, I hope you’ll contact them. 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We have been to some glorious places. We’ve seen the U.S.S. Arizona Memorial in Hawaii, Mt. McKinley in Alaska, the London Bridge in Arizona and the Sequoia’s in California. We don’t go for the touristy places, we want to explore nature, old landmarks or museums.&amp;nbsp; I love meeting people and hearing their stories. But basically, I just love to “go”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 14px; margin: 0mm 0mm 3.52mm; text-indent: 0mm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;I get my love for traveling honest. My grandmother loved to “go” too.&amp;nbsp; I remember so clearly, my mother would ask Mama ( that’s what we called our grandmother) “Wanna go home with me?” Almost, every time, she would say "let me change my apron". She’d find a fresh apron, lay some clean underwear inside her apron, roll it into a tight roll and tuck it under her arm. She’d return to the living room with it tucked under her arm and a smile on her face and say "I’m ready”. That woman should have won a medal for “lightest luggage” or something. That has to have been some kinda record.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 14px; margin: 0mm 0mm 3.52mm; text-indent: 0mm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;I’m not recommending you travel that light, but with the fees airlines are charging these days for luggage we are all packing lighter. I have three suggestions to help you pack lighter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 14px; margin: 0mm 0mm 3.52mm; text-indent: 0mm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Pack for where you’re going. Not where you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 14px; margin: 0mm 0mm 3.52mm; text-indent: 0mm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&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;How does a Florida girl pack for Alaska? She doesn’t pack shorts and sleeveless shirts, that’s for sure. I wanted to have clothes that would be warm enough and appropriate for where I was going. It didn’t matter that I was from Florida; I needed clothing that was appropriate for Alaska. So I called a friend that had just returned from Alaska. He knew exactly what I should and should not pack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 14px; margin: 0mm 0mm 3.52mm; text-indent: 0mm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;1. You gotta know where you’re going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;What do you want to accomplish with your life or ministry? What is your goal? What is God’s goal for your life? What is your passion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 14px; margin: 0mm 0mm 3.52mm; text-indent: 0mm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;2. Unpack your past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Unpack fear, pain, offenses and prejudices. Unpack jealousy, the dirty clothes, the scraps of paper and junk that litter the bottom of your suitcase from your last trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 14px; margin: 0mm 0mm 3.52mm; text-indent: 0mm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;3. Know what you need.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px;"&gt;What skill sets will you need for where you’re going? If you want to write, take a course in writing. Start sharpening your skill sets and your knowledge base for where you are going.&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/5855822909306138117-8529689830562021457?l=letusteachkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8529689830562021457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855822909306138117&amp;postID=8529689830562021457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/8529689830562021457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/8529689830562021457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/2011/07/pack-light.html' title='Pack Light'/><author><name>Pat Holland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953476790936455266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYdHFsYrGaI/AAAAAAAAADc/G5ZnRHzuKrk/S220/pat+in+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iM7LwmKkq50/TijcdBxzwFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/NwU5v71PS1A/s72-c/AUT_0517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855822909306138117.post-3097753749739504179</id><published>2011-07-22T08:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T08:17:44.697-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>It's My Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hM0jlfCwD7I/TijaUoQ1cQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/_8ID16xKb7U/s1600/Grandkids+and+Mobile+Renuion+013011+019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hM0jlfCwD7I/TijaUoQ1cQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/_8ID16xKb7U/s320/Grandkids+and+Mobile+Renuion+013011+019.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; border-collapse: separate; color: black; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: medium;"&gt;Today's my birthday. I never mention it, but today I will. I mention it only because I want to share some things with you that I &amp;nbsp;have learned in life and ministry. I would like to make it a "Top Ten List", but you know how long winded I am. However, since it's my birthday I'll just be who I am-long winded! And you don't want to miss the last one either because it's my personal favorite, but if you're&amp;nbsp;squeamish don't read it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="margin-bottom: 0mm; margin-top: 0mm;"&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 5pt; margin-right: 0pt; padding-left: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; border-collapse: separate; color: black; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I’ve learned to be flexible. Steel flexes, iron snaps. The best laid plans are subject to change. In the middle of an Easter program when the pastor says cut it short, you gotta be flexible or you'll snap. Then there are those times when you have an eight foot stage and seven foot ceiling. Or when you've been told to use one room for your class, but when you get there they give you a different room. My personal favorite is when you&amp;nbsp;meticulously&amp;nbsp;plan an hour and a half program and the evangelist rambles, oops preaches, for three hours. (I can say it, because I am one of those evangelist now.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #010101; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; margin-left: 5pt; margin-right: 0pt; padding-left: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; border-collapse: separate; color: black; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Think the best of people. Find good in everyone. They’ll love you when you value them. Love people, because love never fails. Seek to understand before you seek to be understood. I’ve learned not to look down on others because they don’t know what I know; everyone knows things I don’t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #010101; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; margin-left: 5pt; margin-right: 0pt; padding-left: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Get behind your leader, but don’t kick him/her as tempting as it may be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #010101; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; margin-left: 5pt; margin-right: 0pt; padding-left: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Forget about the wrong, remember the good. I’d like to give you examples of the wrongs, but I’ve forgotten them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #010101; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; margin-left: 5pt; margin-right: 0pt; padding-left: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Be careful what you say and who you say it to. Ministry is not the place for motor mouths without an off switch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #010101; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; margin-left: 5pt; margin-right: 0pt; padding-left: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Never put an Aaron in charge until he has your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #010101; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; margin-left: 5pt; margin-right: 0pt; padding-left: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;You have to play by the rules of the park you’re playing in; never your rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #010101; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; margin-left: 5pt; margin-right: 0pt; padding-left: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;I am responsible for only what I’m responsible for - nothing more, nothing less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #010101; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; margin-left: 5pt; margin-right: 0pt; padding-left: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;There is a God and His name is not Pat Holland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #010101; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; margin-left: 5pt; margin-right: 0pt; padding-left: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;People can’t follow you if you’re not going somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #010101; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; margin-left: 5pt; margin-right: 0pt; padding-left: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;I want to develop participators, not spectators.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #010101; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; margin-left: 5pt; margin-right: 0pt; padding-left: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #010101; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Don’t become road kill on the road to success. The road to success is strewn with dead quitters (critters). Forgive, guard your attitude and keep moving upward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855822909306138117-3097753749739504179?l=letusteachkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/feeds/3097753749739504179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855822909306138117&amp;postID=3097753749739504179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/3097753749739504179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/3097753749739504179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-my-birthday.html' title='It&apos;s My Birthday'/><author><name>Pat Holland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953476790936455266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYdHFsYrGaI/AAAAAAAAADc/G5ZnRHzuKrk/S220/pat+in+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hM0jlfCwD7I/TijaUoQ1cQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/_8ID16xKb7U/s72-c/Grandkids+and+Mobile+Renuion+013011+019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855822909306138117.post-9062744083232109914</id><published>2011-07-14T13:58:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T17:42:36.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharpening the Axe- Mini Children's Ministry Conference</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9baRUStdZ38/Th8w0YVrMzI/AAAAAAAAAMI/cOw4nczCcc4/s1600/Trinity2%2B001.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629271735681102642" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9baRUStdZ38/Th8w0YVrMzI/AAAAAAAAAMI/cOw4nczCcc4/s200/Trinity2%2B001.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 150px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.billyburnsministries.com/index.php?option=com_frontpage&amp;amp;Itemid=1"&gt;Pastor Billy Burns&lt;/a&gt; stretched me again. That is one of the things I love about him. He is always encouraging me to go higher, to do something different, or better. He did again this year. He called me several months ago with the request to teach a training seminar at his church. Pastor Billy has an amazing team of workers, many of which have been with him for many years. They are a group of people that love God and are passionate about children’s ministry! His large, yet still growing ministry means he is constantly adding and equipping new team members. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His request was that I teach five sessions that would help his leaders sharpen their axe. Using appropriate tools that are skillfully utilized is vital for any team or ministry. All the workshops would be basic skill sets that every teacher needed, but here’s the clincher, he wanted me to teach each skill set in 35 minutes. You know me, I have a hard time finishing in an hour time frame, but 35 minutes…could I do it? I did, I didn’t exceed my time allotment once. It was so much work to condense and eliminate fluff, but the results was a really concise and practical session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor Billy’s wisdom is amazing…people are busy…by condensing the sessions we were able to pack an entire day of training into a morning of training. He is a great go to person with tremendous wisdom and experience. Check out his &lt;a href="http://www.billyburnsministries.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.billyburnsministries.com/index.php?option=com_frontpage&amp;amp;Itemid=1"&gt;http://www.billyburnsministries.com/index.php?option=com_frontpage&amp;amp;Itemid=1&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;And the response was amazing. Pastor Billy’s team is always very loving and appreciative when I minister at Trinity Church International, but even the most experienced teachers were so excited. Teacher after teacher shared with me Sunday about different things they used from the seminar in their classes and how effective it was. I am always so appreciative when I hear things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all need to keep our axe sharp. From time to time we need to review and renew the basic skills that are essential skill sets that enable us to be effective in ministry. Thank you, Pastor Billy, for stretching me again. You always motivate me to grow, condense and sharpen my axe. I must constantly grow so I can more effectively equip children’s ministry leaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long has it been since you helped your ministry team to sharpen their axe? Wayne and I would love to partner with you to encourage, equip and inspire your ministry team. Contact me at pat@letusteachkids.com.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855822909306138117-9062744083232109914?l=letusteachkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/feeds/9062744083232109914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855822909306138117&amp;postID=9062744083232109914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/9062744083232109914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/9062744083232109914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/2011/07/sharpening-axe-mini-childrens-ministry.html' title='Sharpening the Axe- Mini Children&apos;s Ministry Conference'/><author><name>Pat Holland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953476790936455266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYdHFsYrGaI/AAAAAAAAADc/G5ZnRHzuKrk/S220/pat+in+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9baRUStdZ38/Th8w0YVrMzI/AAAAAAAAAMI/cOw4nczCcc4/s72-c/Trinity2%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855822909306138117.post-5472376445875753908</id><published>2011-07-12T09:31:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T09:52:17.124-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teach children the Bible; Parents; Ideas to plant God&apos;s Word in Children&apos;s hearts; Word of God; Planting the Word in children&apos;s hearts'/><title type='text'>Planting the Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GVUgf4oelmM/ThxPzVazz7I/AAAAAAAAAMA/w-iK8qWnrrU/s1600/green_stick_man_planting_tree_sm_clr.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 125px; height: 123px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628461377647792050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GVUgf4oelmM/ThxPzVazz7I/AAAAAAAAAMA/w-iK8qWnrrU/s200/green_stick_man_planting_tree_sm_clr.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things to Remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;ul&gt;a. Although the church should be a support system, it is &lt;strong&gt;your job&lt;/strong&gt; to teach your children.&lt;br /&gt;b. If you want to reap a good crop, you’ve got to plant it.&lt;br /&gt;c. You must cultivate the seed by weeding and feeding.&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s look at some suggestions to help you plant good seed, God seed, in children’s hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;1. Recognize and take your responsibility to train up your children in the way they should go.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Make Bible Study a priority in your home. This may mean realigning schedules and activities. It may mean turning off the TV or eliminating activities that consume too much time. Remember the most important thing is for your child to know God.&lt;br /&gt;3. Get a plan. Decide what are you going to study; theme, subject or Bible reading plan.&lt;br /&gt;4. Be sure your plan fits your children…their age, interests and needs. Make it age appropriate&lt;br /&gt;5. Set a time and a place for Bible study. Be consistent, yet flexible. You may discover the back porch has too many distractions for your family, so try a different place. You may find your children are too sleepy for bedtime Bible Encounters. Discover what works for your family.&lt;br /&gt;4.      Understand as with any discipline, getting started is not easy. There will be distractions. Children will not want to sit still. It will take training for them to listen to you if you have never done it before.&lt;br /&gt;5.      Make it fun. Laugh together. Involve the children. Can the children help you tell the story by acting it out or drawing the visual for the story? Let them read or tell the Bible Story, character story or object lesson.&lt;br /&gt;6.     It doesn’t have to be long to be effective.&lt;br /&gt;7.      Don’t substitute moral values only for the Word of God. Give them a biblical base for the values you teach.&lt;br /&gt;8.      Rehearse the weekly memory verse daily. It can be one from church or one that covers a particular area of concern for your family—kindness, faith, fear, etc. Use variety as you go over the verse. Let them use puppets or stuffed animals. Say the verse with a silly voice or really soft voice or squeaky mouse voice. Let them mimic the voice of their favorite cartoon character or let them suggest a voice to use for the memory verse.&lt;br /&gt;9.      Play Christian music in your home. Worship God in your home.&lt;br /&gt;10.  Pray together. Pray for your children. Teach them to pray. &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855822909306138117-5472376445875753908?l=letusteachkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5472376445875753908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855822909306138117&amp;postID=5472376445875753908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/5472376445875753908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/5472376445875753908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/2011/07/planting-word.html' title='Planting the Word'/><author><name>Pat Holland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953476790936455266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYdHFsYrGaI/AAAAAAAAADc/G5ZnRHzuKrk/S220/pat+in+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GVUgf4oelmM/ThxPzVazz7I/AAAAAAAAAMA/w-iK8qWnrrU/s72-c/green_stick_man_planting_tree_sm_clr.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855822909306138117.post-7908389337065381543</id><published>2011-07-01T09:41:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T10:25:14.608-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biblical Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotions for Kids'/><title type='text'>Time to  Plant Something</title><content type='html'>Cabbage or Weeds- Part 2&lt;br /&gt;I am absolutely certain the farmer did not plant the weeds in those fields. The weeds grew because the fields had been neglected. Something is being planted in the lives of your children. If you neglect the job of planting the Word of God in your child’s &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zy2IjY9ML_E/Tg3XgrYCAgI/AAAAAAAAALw/heX2aYRAQ4c/s1600/seed_bag_in_grass_sm_clr.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 117px; height: 98px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624388466054922754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zy2IjY9ML_E/Tg3XgrYCAgI/AAAAAAAAALw/heX2aYRAQ4c/s200/seed_bag_in_grass_sm_clr.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;life then something else will grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A good intention does not grow cabbages. Hoping for a good crop does not produce one either. If you want to grow cabbages you must plant them. If you want your children to know the Bible and the God of the Bible, then you must deliberately plant seeds of truth in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me sidetrack for a moment. Do children- or adults for that matter- really need a biblical foundation; or are good morals sufficient? This is huge! A biblical foundation is essential because the seed of God’s Word has power to reproduce itself, while morals alone are driven by human will power. While I understand we must exert human effort to do the right thing, human effort alone does not produce the life or energy that is needed to overcome sin. The seed of the Living Word has life potential inside when cultivated and reproduced in our lives. That cultivation of living seed produces a good crop and a great harvest of whatever we have planted; a delightful harvest that gives you tremendous benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BW6jFXdn5nk/Tg3Xvj5gxxI/AAAAAAAAAL4/wZPcJ7KYliw/s1600/man_seeding_grass_2_sm_clr.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 123px; height: 130px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624388721745905426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BW6jFXdn5nk/Tg3Xvj5gxxI/AAAAAAAAAL4/wZPcJ7KYliw/s200/man_seeding_grass_2_sm_clr.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ut I need to say it again, “If you don’t plant, you don’t harvest!” If this principle is so obvious, then why don’t we understand that we must plant the Word of God in our children’s hearts? Do you think it’s the church or the children’s pastor’s job to invest and plant God’s Word in your child’s heart? That’s not what I see in the Scripture. Proverbs 22:6 KJV “Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it.” Do you think the school system is going to train your child? Something is going to grow in the heart of your child…you can plant good seeds there, but wishing won’t plant them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I pass by those empty, weed infested, over-grown fields, I’m saddened. I want to see those emerald-green cabbages growing. But I’m not gonna plant anything in those fields. I don’t have that responsibility or desire, but I do for my yard and my garden. I absolutely have that responsibility for my children and even in a support role, my grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it easy? No! Kids want to be entertained every minute. They plug in a video on the way to the grocery store…they whine if they have nothing to do for 5 minutes…I’m bored. They’re over stimulated; going around and around on a merry-go-round without responsibilities or self-esteem because we have not guided them with purpose and The Purpose. It’s time that believers join the ranks of the Joshua’s that declare and do  “…but as for me and my house, we will serve the LORD.”(Joshua 24:15)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it require preparation…creativity…commitment? Yes, it does. God trusted you with those kids; don’t send them out without preparing them for life. You give them swimming lessons to prepare them for the water. Give them the Word to prepare them for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for some really good news! When you plant God’s Word in their hearts, it will accomplish something. Isaiah 55:11 NLT “so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.” Seeds take cultivation and time, so be patient, believe God and keep planting. You will reap a harvest if you don’t faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will post 10 suggestions to help you plant God’s Word in children’s hearts through devotions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855822909306138117-7908389337065381543?l=letusteachkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7908389337065381543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855822909306138117&amp;postID=7908389337065381543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/7908389337065381543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/7908389337065381543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/2011/07/time-to-plant-something.html' title='Time to  Plant Something'/><author><name>Pat Holland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953476790936455266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYdHFsYrGaI/AAAAAAAAADc/G5ZnRHzuKrk/S220/pat+in+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zy2IjY9ML_E/Tg3XgrYCAgI/AAAAAAAAALw/heX2aYRAQ4c/s72-c/seed_bag_in_grass_sm_clr.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855822909306138117.post-8575915197418065516</id><published>2011-06-27T09:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T09:34:23.751-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeds or Cabbage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NyVO_r6jojc/TgiGpGsZjUI/AAAAAAAAALo/9bh41QXIGAg/s1600/chinese%2Bcabbage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 150px; height: 200px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622892175501659458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NyVO_r6jojc/TgiGpGsZjUI/AAAAAAAAALo/9bh41QXIGAg/s200/chinese%2Bcabbage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not another blog about food. I really do more than cook and eat...honest. I even have a book coming out in a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fields were on both sides of the road which I had traveled for years. I love watching the crops mature. Every year at least two crops of Chinese cabbages were planted and harvested on the fertile fields, but not this year. Instead of the straight rows of beautiful green cabbages that I was so accustomed to seeing, scraggly weeds were growing in their place; sucking and stripping nutrients from the soil. I observed two things from that field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Something is going to grow in the field.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you want cabbages to grow, you must plant cabbages. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am absolutely certain the farmer did not plant the weeds in those fields. The weeds grew because the fields had been neglected. Something is being planted in the heart of your children and grandchildren, which will either shape or twist their character. Something is going to grow. If you don’t cultivate, the weeds will grow?   Good intentions don’t grow cabbages. Hoping for a good crop just doesn’t produce them; they must be cultivated. If you want your children to know the Bible and the God of the Bible, then you must deliberately plant seeds of truth in their lives.  First, cultivation requires plowing. Plowing softens the soil and prepares it to receive the seed. Mom and Dad, are you praying for your children? We pray when they get sick, or when they are experiencing behavior or learning problems, which we should do. Sure we pray for adult children when they have marriage problems or financial struggles. But, plowing is pro-active. Plowing looks to the future for something greater than what you hold now. Plowing prepares for the future by preparing the ground. It requires, time, faith and patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can’t have a harvest without plowing first. Prayer is plowing. Prayer opens the resources and wisdom of heaven for your children. While I can’t and don’t want to do all the praying for my kids, I want to do my part to help them be productive in life. I can plow…I can pray…but the question is not “can we”, it is “will we”? Hoping doesn’t achieve the needed results. Criticizing, nagging, or arguing doesn’t give them a leg-up. Prayer does!  Regardless of how well your children are doing, pray into their destiny. Invest in their future through prayer.  These are some dreams that I have and pray into for my children:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;That Jesus Christ will be number one, reigning on the throne of their hearts. Deuteronomy 6:5&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; That they will hear the voice of their Good Shepherd and follow Him closely. John 10:27 3.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; That they will know and experience the fullness of God’s love. Ephesians 3:16-20 4. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That they will daily lay aside every weight and run their race purposefully; serving, loving and giving. Hebrews 12:1 5. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That all grace would abound in their lives, so that they will have all they need to fulfill their destiny. 2 Corinthians 9:8 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who, like me, love to pray the scripture, here are some of my favorites. They are also where I derived my prayer goals for my children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Deuteronomy 6:5 NLT And you must love the LORD your God with all your heart, all your soul, and all your strength.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;John 10:27 NLT My sheep recognize my voice; I know them, and they follow me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ephesians 3:16-20 NLT I pray that from his glorious, unlimited resources he will give you mighty inner strength through his Holy Spirit. 17 And I pray that Christ will be more and more at home in your hearts as you trust in him. May your roots go down deep into the soil of God's marvelous love. 18 And may you have the power to understand, as all God's people should, how wide, how long, how high, and how deep his love really is. 19 May you experience the love of Christ, though it is so great you will never fully understand it. Then you will be filled with the fullness of life and power that comes from God. 20 Now glory be to God! By his mighty power at work within us, he is able to accomplish infinitely more than we would ever dare to ask or hope.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hebrews 12:1 Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 Corinthians 9:8 And God is able to make all grace abound to you, so that in all things at all times, having all that you need, you will abound in every good work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I want to chat with you about planting the seed. I love spending this time with you. I pray God’s richest blessings on you and your family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855822909306138117-8575915197418065516?l=letusteachkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8575915197418065516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855822909306138117&amp;postID=8575915197418065516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/8575915197418065516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/8575915197418065516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/2011/06/weeds-or-cabbage.html' title='Weeds or Cabbage'/><author><name>Pat Holland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953476790936455266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYdHFsYrGaI/AAAAAAAAADc/G5ZnRHzuKrk/S220/pat+in+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NyVO_r6jojc/TgiGpGsZjUI/AAAAAAAAALo/9bh41QXIGAg/s72-c/chinese%2Bcabbage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855822909306138117.post-668443912689390162</id><published>2011-06-25T06:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T07:11:03.257-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help children experience God&apos;s presence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children&apos;s Ministry Leadership'/><title type='text'>Noise or Music?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paulette’s home is tucked off the road, among a thick growth of trees, between two spring fed lakes. It is a haven for her family and guests, both human and animal. The beaver have their own lodge, which on occasions had been remodeled from the trees along the lake. A mama Canadian goose led five huge goslings, with papa falling in line last of all, as they swam across the lake in a perfect line. When they reached the other shore, they climbed out for a picnic lunch under the trees. If she gave a parenting conference, I would attend. In stark contrast, the male Mallard ducks feed brazenly at the edge of the pond, while the mama hides her babies from predators in the tall grass along the waters edge. They seem to understand the potential danger and swim around and around her without venturing very far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colorful birds of all sizes and varieties arrive at the feeders for breakfast and dinner, singing and dancing for their next meal. Crickets play their fiddles and frogs sing along, at least that’s what it sounds like to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But occasionally a guest will comment to Paulette, “This is a noisy place.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I would describe the sounds as music…peaceful, soothing melody…played by a gifted symphony, performed for their audience of one, their creator.  Maybe they sing because they’re happy. Perhaps they’re communicating, or maybe they sing because that’s what they were made to do. I prefer to believe they are fulfilling their God-given purpose with their songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scripture says, “Let everything that hath breathe praise the Lord.” When we help children move into sincere praise, we are helping them move into God’s purpose for their life—to glorify God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To some people the melody of children’s praise sounds like noise. They don’t understand that perfect praise comes from the mouth of children. The praises that comes from the hearts of children isn’t formed to satisfy the ears of critics; it is formed to penetrate the heavens, all the way to the heart of God. Matthew 21:16 (KJV) ”And said unto him, Hearest thou what these say ? And Jesus saith unto them, Yea; have ye never read, Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings thou hast perfected praise?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help children realize three things about praise:&lt;br /&gt;1. God desires their praise. Nobody can praise for them. God made them because He wanted relationship with them.&lt;br /&gt;2. Real praise is an expression of love to God. It must be sincere and heartfelt.&lt;br /&gt;3. Praise is not praise until it is expressed. You can express it by clapping, giving, saying words, playing a musical instrument, singing, raising your hands or serving.&lt;/div&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/5855822909306138117-668443912689390162?l=letusteachkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/feeds/668443912689390162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855822909306138117&amp;postID=668443912689390162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/668443912689390162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/668443912689390162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/2011/06/noise-or-music.html' title='Noise or Music?'/><author><name>Pat Holland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953476790936455266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYdHFsYrGaI/AAAAAAAAADc/G5ZnRHzuKrk/S220/pat+in+blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855822909306138117.post-4135741936571356853</id><published>2011-06-24T06:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T06:23:40.749-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help children experience God&apos;s presence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual Hunger'/><title type='text'>Hungry Girl…Hungry Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-34MQFKL0NRw/TgB6A0QtGTI/AAAAAAAAAK0/3cK7_hEvkWE/s1600/Petersburg%2BBattleField%2B%252824%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 200px; height: 150px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620626489405675826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-34MQFKL0NRw/TgB6A0QtGTI/AAAAAAAAAK0/3cK7_hEvkWE/s200/Petersburg%2BBattleField%2B%252824%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go again, talking about the Cooking Channel; maybe that’s why I struggle to stay on my diet. My new favorite show is the &lt;a href="http://www.hungry-girl.com/"&gt;Hungry Girl&lt;/a&gt;. She helps people, like me, make better choices without starving! She has a recipe for a &lt;a href="http://www.hungry-girl.com/newsletters/raw/1519"&gt;Growing Bowl of Oatmeal&lt;/a&gt;,    that turns ½ cup of oatmeal into a Pat sized serving that lets you leave the table feeling satisfied. Another one is her chocolate satisfying &lt;a href="http://www.hungry-girl.com/show/chocolate-911-mississippi-mug-pie-recipe"&gt;Mississippi Mud Pie &lt;/a&gt;recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to eat…and I love to cook for hungry people or people that enjoy food as much as I do. We have a friend in the mountains that we have over frequently to eat with us. He built his cabin during the same time we did, so about twice a week, we just added a plate and fed him whatever we were eating. He arrived with an appetite, ready to eat and share stories. It was great, but people that aren't hungry drive me bananas. No matter what you cook, they just nibble or move their food around on their plate. Agghh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have felt that way after giving an invitation to children. It is frustrating. You know God has awesome things for them, and yet they fail to respond; sometimes even to simple request like worship or giving God thanks. When I see them stare at the ground or ceiling, or playing instead of praying, I feel SO frustrated. It’s as if they’re not hungry for more of God…and that is the problem, they aren’t hungry. That hunger is graphically described in Psalm 42:1 NLT “... As the deer pants for streams of water, so I long for you, O God.” If indeed that is the real problem, what can we do to create a hunger in their hearts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can we help children develop a hunger for more of God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.Pray ‘em hungry. Ask God to give them a desire for more of Him. It’s a prayer He wants to answer. Encourage the children to pray it as well. God I want to want more of you.&lt;br /&gt;2. Whet their appetite with descriptive pictures. Describe how good God is. Describe regularly how much you enjoy worship. Let them see you enjoy it. Share special things that have happened to you as you spent time in God’s presence.&lt;br /&gt;3. Let them taste for themselves with little bites, little segments of time. Give them opportunities to pray. One minute praise break. Tell God things you love about Him.&lt;br /&gt;4. Limit the amount of junk food. If they fill up on junk, they won’t be hungry for what nourishes them. Don’t do away with the fun; just limit it so they don’t get satisfied with only junk food.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must re emphasis point 1,pray, pray, pray. Ask God to create hunger in their hearts. Invite Him into your service. He wants to come more than you can imagine and they need it more than you can imagine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5855822909306138117-4135741936571356853?l=letusteachkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4135741936571356853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855822909306138117&amp;postID=4135741936571356853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/4135741936571356853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/4135741936571356853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/2011/06/hungry-girlhungry-boy.html' title='Hungry Girl…Hungry Boy'/><author><name>Pat Holland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953476790936455266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYdHFsYrGaI/AAAAAAAAADc/G5ZnRHzuKrk/S220/pat+in+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-34MQFKL0NRw/TgB6A0QtGTI/AAAAAAAAAK0/3cK7_hEvkWE/s72-c/Petersburg%2BBattleField%2B%252824%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855822909306138117.post-9139682042613920255</id><published>2011-06-22T06:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T08:08:26.085-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help children experience God&apos;s presence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children&apos;s Ministry Leadership'/><title type='text'>You Just Can't BEET'em!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qf7_R5Ppl4k/TgB-gg_7YOI/AAAAAAAAALM/ROokPna5gEE/s1600/Beets_produce-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px; height: 172px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620631432037359842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qf7_R5Ppl4k/TgB-gg_7YOI/AAAAAAAAALM/ROokPna5gEE/s200/Beets_produce-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love beets and it’s my daddy’s fault. While I was raised in the city, my parents were country folks. Daddy always had a large garden, and one vegetable he raised from time to time was beets. Mother always pickled them in jars with sugar and vinegar.&lt;br /&gt;At supper time (that’s what we call the evening meal in the South), daddy would search through the refrigerator until he found the chilled jar of pickled ruby-red beet slices. He’d jab a fork in the jar and bring it to the table. We’d pass the bowls of food around the table to dip our plates, but the jar of beets sat beside daddy’s plate. He would lean over to me and say, “Patsy (nobody called me Patsy but daddy), want some beets.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I’d shake my head side-ways. He’d pierce several of the sweet ruby slices and pile them on his place. He always bragged about how good they tasted. “If you would try them you would like them,” he would always say. I tried them and I didn’t like them. But daddy ate them with such enjoyment, and he always encouraged me to try them; so because I loved my daddy, I would try the beets again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’ve ever tried beets, you know they have a very earthy taste. I liked the sweet and sour taste that pickling produced, but I couldn’t get past that earthy taste. But, daddy kept encouraging, and I continued to taste until I finally developed a taste for them. Now, I keep some in my pantry all the time; partly because they remind me of daddy, and partly because I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s what parents do; expose their children to different things, new things, new places, new ideas, and new books. That’s what children’s ministry leaders do too…only we expose children to God experiences, God ideas and deeper places in God. Actually, it’s the role of parents and teachers to help children experience the presence of God, but often neither seems to fulfill this role; because they don’t understand the power of influence that is needed to take children into God’s presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did my dad influence my personal desire to eat beets?&lt;br /&gt;1. He made room on his plate for the beets.&lt;br /&gt;2. He modeled enjoying them personally.&lt;br /&gt;3. He encouraged me to taste.&lt;br /&gt;4. From sincere love that comes out of relationship, he continued to encourage me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those same principles must be employed for children’s leaders to take children into the presence of God. Children love the presence of God. I have seen children of all ages have the time of their lives, praying and seeking God. But, they don’t have the life experience to know how good His presence really is until we help them experience it themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four points as adapted for children’s leaders are:&lt;br /&gt;1. Love God’s presence personally.&lt;br /&gt;2. Model our love for worship and His presence.&lt;br /&gt;3. Encourage them to take little steps toward God.&lt;br /&gt;4. Continue to encourage children to experience His presence, in a variety of ways,.&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/5855822909306138117-9139682042613920255?l=letusteachkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/feeds/9139682042613920255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855822909306138117&amp;postID=9139682042613920255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/9139682042613920255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/9139682042613920255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/2011/06/you-just-cant-beetem.html' title='You Just Can&apos;t BEET&apos;em!'/><author><name>Pat Holland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953476790936455266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYdHFsYrGaI/AAAAAAAAADc/G5ZnRHzuKrk/S220/pat+in+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qf7_R5Ppl4k/TgB-gg_7YOI/AAAAAAAAALM/ROokPna5gEE/s72-c/Beets_produce-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855822909306138117.post-4172086527557901528</id><published>2011-06-21T07:04:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T07:09:41.684-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help children experience God&apos;s presence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children&apos;s Ministry Leadership'/><title type='text'>The  Guide at Craggy Gardens</title><content type='html'>I was excited to visit Craggy Gardens. Gardens I have visited in the past, like Biltmore Gardens and Bellingrath Gardens, shaped my expectations. But, I assure you it was not what I expected. Craggy Gardens is located on the Blue Ridge Mountains, just past the turn to Mt. Mitchell, the highest point east of the Mississippi River. I expected manicured gardens designed by a Master Gardner, but I got much more than I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craggy Gardens is a beautiful mountain trail on the Blue Ridge Mountains that takes you through the snarled trunks of magnificent, fragrant Rhododendron and elevation dwarfed birch, ash and beech trees up to a peak that affords a 360 degree view. Besides the spectacular blue vistas that are available at many twists and turns along the parkway, May to June offers the glorious display of both Mountain Laurels and Rhododendron. The tall bush-like trees are covered with blooms. The color palettes range from light pink to fuchsia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had already walked about four miles through a lush canopied trail at Mount Mitchell, so Karyn wasn’t really interested in one more trail. But this area was covered with Rhododendrons, so I encouraged her to join Brayden and me. I have never seen so many of them. The sweet fragrance of the Mountain Laurels and the thick green canopy made the walk a sensual delight. Twisted and gnarled tree trunks were works of art in themselves. I wanted to continue, but I wasn’t sure they wanted to make the trek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aVuC3EdnQCI/TgB7AtErHRI/AAAAAAAAAK8/RZB6J6wiTls/s1600/rhodedrums%2Bfrom%2BNPS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 200px; height: 140px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620627586987793682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aVuC3EdnQCI/TgB7AtErHRI/AAAAAAAAAK8/RZB6J6wiTls/s200/rhodedrums%2Bfrom%2BNPS.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Karyn, “Do you want to go back to the car?” Ashlyn was taking a nap, and Wayne waited with her in the car. We weren’t sure how long the trail was or where it would take us or what we would see when we got there. We just knew this was a place people said to visit, so here we were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, Nana. This is something you want to do. Let’s go on.” (Isn't she precious! She gets that from her Nana!) I didn’t need any more encouragement. Brayden wanted to lead the way; he loves to lead. After a battle of the wills, it was agreed that Brayden would lead this leg of the trail and Karyn would lead coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kMaQYz41KEo/TgB7JfVEbSI/AAAAAAAAALE/6ALhASBcNr4/s1600/rhododendruns%2Bat%2Bcraggy%2Bnps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px; height: 134px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620627737917287714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kMaQYz41KEo/TgB7JfVEbSI/AAAAAAAAALE/6ALhASBcNr4/s200/rhododendruns%2Bat%2Bcraggy%2Bnps.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We met a park ranger on the trail who said that the trail was not too difficult and encouraged us to take the Upper Summit to get the best view. We made our way through the canopy of Rhododendron. Both sides of the trail was lined with lush green ferns, tall blueberry bushes, moss covered rocks, sprays of yellow and blue flower and white raspberry blooms. As we twisted and turned along the easy to moderate trail, climbing over tree roots and stair step boulders, we were taking a steady, but gradual climb to the top. There was so much beauty to experience as we moved along the trail that we didn’t realize we were climbing until the last short distance, which was pretty steep. Then we stepped out of the overgrowth into the clearing of the pinnacle. It was spectacular. We could see for miles and miles. Brayden and Karyn moved from side to side of the viewing platform to see everything. We found Wayne’s parking spot below. We looked out on the Asheville Watershed that supplies 30 million gallons of water daily to Asheville. Then Karyn led us back to the parking lot where we hurried to a museum at the Vistors Center. We climbed out of the car and Karyn looked straight up the mountain where she spotted a lady wearing a red top. “Look, Nana, that’s where we climbed.” Then she realized that she was looking at the lower vista, not the Upper Vista that we had climbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, look, we climbed to the top. Look. Look what we did. Man that was so cool. We climbed all the way to the top.” I don’t know where my camera was, but that would have made one incredible picture. She had the most amazing smile on her face. She just glowed from the realization of what she had just accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s what we do when we encourage children to enter into the presence of God. They have no idea where we are trying to take them. They have no idea what they are going to experience, or what God will share with them until they experience His presence for themselves. That’s why we need to be like the Park ranger that met us on the trail…guiding and encouraging. That’s our job as children’s ministry leaders; just to guide and encourage. Jesus has already made the way. Because of His death on the cross and because Holy Spirit came on the day of Pentecost, we can experience the presence of God in amazing ways. But the choice has to be made to go after God. We must choose to pursue His presence by worship and prayer, and by listening for His voice. Children can experience Him, but we need to help them find the trail that will take them there, and then encourage them to go there themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855822909306138117-4172086527557901528?l=letusteachkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4172086527557901528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855822909306138117&amp;postID=4172086527557901528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/4172086527557901528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/4172086527557901528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/2011/06/guide-at-craggy-gardens.html' title='The  Guide at Craggy Gardens'/><author><name>Pat Holland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953476790936455266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYdHFsYrGaI/AAAAAAAAADc/G5ZnRHzuKrk/S220/pat+in+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aVuC3EdnQCI/TgB7AtErHRI/AAAAAAAAAK8/RZB6J6wiTls/s72-c/rhodedrums%2Bfrom%2BNPS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855822909306138117.post-4868970604531637456</id><published>2011-06-18T05:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T06:17:21.081-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help children experience God&apos;s presence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children&apos;s Ministry Leadership'/><title type='text'>Don't Move</title><content type='html'>The air was cool and a gentle breeze was blowing across the porch looking out on the mountains, so I moved to the porch for my prayer time.  As I sipped coffee and prayed, I heard movement below and slightly beyond where I was sitting. Often, I hear gobblers and hens, which gather at the stream below, so I sat up to see if a hen had wandered to the top of the mountain looking for breakfast. The woods are thick in the direction I heard the noise coming from, so I waited patiently as the movement through the dry leaves continued. It was too loud to be a hen, so I anticipated something larger. I sat frozen, almost afraid to breathe, because I didn’t want to miss what was moving in my direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my neck stretched as far as it would go, without moving out of my seat, finally I spotted it. It was a deer. As it moved closer, I could see its tail drooping and its ears raised, like a radar antenna. When it was confident that no danger was imminent, it moved through the tall grass, nibbling the seeds that dangled and then the leaves. By now its tail was wagging, happily like a bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remained frozen, because I didn’t want to scare it away. It continued meandering through the vegetation, nibbling and munching as it strolled. It moved out of my site, so I stood up to see. It continued eating and I moved again, this time into its line of sight. It saw me and froze. I moved out of its view, but when I crept back to take another peak, it was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was exhilarating. I wanted to awaken my grandkids to share the experience with them, but I didn’t dare move, because I knew movement would scare the deer away. As I pondered my early morning visitor, I thought of the similarities between my actions and the tendencies of some children’s pastors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they seem to be unrelated, too often we act as if we think the noise and activity of children will frighten Holy Spirit like a dove or  deer flees when frightened. Maybe our caution is shaped by the fact that one of the symbols for the Holy Spirit found in the Bible is a dove. Perhaps, we think that the presence of God can be scared away by the noise that accompanies a group of children. We seem to think that God’s presence is fragile and requires quiet children, which we know most children are incapable of experiencing for any period of time. While Holy Spirit is like a dove, gentle and un-invasive, He isn’t timid and noise doesn’t bother God; He welcomes it. Just read the account of Jesus’ opinion of kid’s worship at his triumphant entry into Jerusalem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is arguably true, that one of our primary jobs in children’s ministry is to help children develop a personal relationship with God. Helping children engage in worship that takes them into God’s presence is a vital relationship key. As a children’s ministry leader with a passion to take children into the presence of God there are four very important things to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kids can genuinely experience the presence of God in life changing dimensions. His presence can leave its imprint on their lives for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Kids can move in and out of the presence of God easily. This is because they are kids and not adults. They are easily distracted, so establishing boundaries and aids to facilitate and direct their focus helps them to experience the most from their God encounter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Because kids can move in and out of the presence of God so easy, you can help them move back into His presence with encouragement and redirection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. It doesn’t have to be lengthy to be powerful. Don’t measure the impact by time or emotional reaction. God can say some powerful things to children as they encounter God without children reacting with weird or strong emotions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855822909306138117-4868970604531637456?l=letusteachkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4868970604531637456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855822909306138117&amp;postID=4868970604531637456' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/4868970604531637456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/4868970604531637456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/2011/06/dont-move.html' title='Don&apos;t Move'/><author><name>Pat Holland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953476790936455266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYdHFsYrGaI/AAAAAAAAADc/G5ZnRHzuKrk/S220/pat+in+blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855822909306138117.post-5553456688201441491</id><published>2011-06-16T05:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T06:16:09.624-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian Cartoons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visuals'/><title type='text'>Great Visuals for your Children's Ministry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggVUnrSUnJA/Tfx2pvHuWfI/AAAAAAAAAKs/dTCj1e8A8AQ/s1600/dandelions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 176px; height: 200px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619496894447114738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggVUnrSUnJA/Tfx2pvHuWfI/AAAAAAAAAKs/dTCj1e8A8AQ/s200/dandelions.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have you checked out &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thebackpew&lt;/span&gt;.com? He has some really amazing cartoons designed with the Christian community in mind. His Bible stories for Easter and Christmas are really insightful and attractive. I love his sense of humor. He has some really cutting edge stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A visual really is worth a thousand words, that's why it is so important to use them every chance we get. If you want to use some of his cartoons be sure to request permission and while you're at it, support his ministry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This cartoon is almost too true to be funny, that' the problem with a cartoon, it hits us square between the eyes. It is so important that we communicate clearly to our students, so they grasp the understanding of what we are saying. One way to evaluate if we have communicated clearly is to ask questions. Questions, clarify and solidify concepts in the learning process. And use visuals...check out thebackpew.com its really awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/5855822909306138117-5553456688201441491?l=letusteachkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://thebackpew.com/' title='Great Visuals for your Children&apos;s Ministry'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5553456688201441491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855822909306138117&amp;postID=5553456688201441491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/5553456688201441491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/5553456688201441491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/2011/06/great-visuals-for-your-childrens.html' title='Great Visuals for your Children&apos;s Ministry'/><author><name>Pat Holland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953476790936455266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYdHFsYrGaI/AAAAAAAAADc/G5ZnRHzuKrk/S220/pat+in+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggVUnrSUnJA/Tfx2pvHuWfI/AAAAAAAAAKs/dTCj1e8A8AQ/s72-c/dandelions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855822909306138117.post-5989502765729467602</id><published>2011-06-15T07:37:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T05:27:01.221-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Cause Within You'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matthew Barnett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>The Cause Within You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OiCY_Tv7zRI/TfiZ9mncDwI/AAAAAAAAAKU/gS0KvkQ1KB4/s1600/book_hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 140px; height: 200px; float: right;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618409818761727746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OiCY_Tv7zRI/TfiZ9mncDwI/AAAAAAAAAKU/gS0KvkQ1KB4/s200/book_hero.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My passion was ignited yesterday when I joined the live “Meet the Author: Matt Barnett ~ &lt;a href="http://thecausewithinyou.com/index.php/book/"&gt;The Cause Within You &lt;/a&gt;at http://www.ministrydirect.com/LIVE/. The show has not been added to their archives yet, but honestly it was the best hour I have spent in a long time. Check it out later to view &lt;a href="http://www.ministrydirect.com/LIVE/"&gt;the entire presentation&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my friends that know me, you know his dad Tommy Barnett has been one of my heroes for many years. I love people with passion and purpose. I love people that are doing things and not just talking about them. Tommy Barnett and his son are two of those people. Tommy Barnett at the age of 20 went to pastor a small church in Los Angeles. From that small beginning, which he says he was a failure, &lt;a href="http://www.dreamcenter.org/"&gt;the Dream Center &lt;/a&gt;was birthed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were numerous quotes that I jotted down, but the passion that he delivers them with is as inspiring as the words, so I hope you’ll listen to this interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crime dropped in his area by 73% in 3 years! Wow talk about effecting change in a community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Die to the dream of being a success and live to the dream of being a blessing.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Be sure that everyone recognizes Sunday is not the destination point, but the launching point.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There are no perfect plans…just compassionate ones.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The greatest risk is taking no risk at all.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If you want to be a bridge of hope you have to be willing to get walked on ever now and then.”&lt;br /&gt;“We are one inconvenient act away from finding our cause for our life.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Allow yourself to be broken. God uses broken things.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His comments on loving the things you fear was revolutionary! I can’t retell it. You just have to hear him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am buying this book TODAY and I hope you will too. Just read the first chapter at http://thecausewithinyou.com/index.php/book/. Oh, but before you read it, get a box of tissue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading my blog and allowing me to rant and rave! I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855822909306138117-5989502765729467602?l=letusteachkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://thecausewithinyou.com/index.php/book/' title='The Cause Within You'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5989502765729467602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855822909306138117&amp;postID=5989502765729467602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/5989502765729467602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/5989502765729467602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/2011/06/cause-within-you.html' title='The Cause Within You'/><author><name>Pat Holland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953476790936455266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYdHFsYrGaI/AAAAAAAAADc/G5ZnRHzuKrk/S220/pat+in+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OiCY_Tv7zRI/TfiZ9mncDwI/AAAAAAAAAKU/gS0KvkQ1KB4/s72-c/book_hero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855822909306138117.post-1632842366460802801</id><published>2011-05-28T08:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T08:15:11.581-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teach children to pray'/><title type='text'>Plug In</title><content type='html'>My computer just told me to plug in or find another source of power. Why do I wait until the battery is almost dead, before I plug in??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful that I have found the source of power and the source of life. I choose to plug in through prayer, regularly, before I run low or run out. The prayer discipline is a source of strength, relationship and hope that nourishes everything I do. I am so thankful that I learned to pray as a child and formed a holy discipline that continued as an adult. That's why I love to teach children to pray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855822909306138117-1632842366460802801?l=letusteachkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1632842366460802801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855822909306138117&amp;postID=1632842366460802801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/1632842366460802801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/1632842366460802801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/2011/05/plug-in.html' title='Plug In'/><author><name>Pat Holland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953476790936455266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYdHFsYrGaI/AAAAAAAAADc/G5ZnRHzuKrk/S220/pat+in+blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855822909306138117.post-3251344563330939919</id><published>2011-05-28T07:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T07:16:50.655-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obedience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hairbrush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='witnessing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beth Moore'/><title type='text'>Beth Moore: The Hair Brush</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Xtk5WgzZcYA" frameborder="0" width="425" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855822909306138117-3251344563330939919?l=letusteachkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/feeds/3251344563330939919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855822909306138117&amp;postID=3251344563330939919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/3251344563330939919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/3251344563330939919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/2011/05/beth-moore-hair-brush.html' title='Beth Moore: The Hair Brush'/><author><name>Pat Holland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953476790936455266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYdHFsYrGaI/AAAAAAAAADc/G5ZnRHzuKrk/S220/pat+in+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Xtk5WgzZcYA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855822909306138117.post-6549353420842742783</id><published>2011-04-25T12:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T12:03:45.968-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Passion</title><content type='html'>“I love ice cream. I love to travel. I love ______(and we name our favorite football team). ” We lump love into one emotional category, which leaves it limp, fragile and anemic. None of these adjectives describe the kind of love that energized Christ. I chose the word energized, because God is love and His love sent Jesus to Earth. But the word love is too weak, in our culture, to describe the power that propelled Jesus to die for mankind’s sin. Passion would only begin to describe the depth of God’s love. Paul caught a glimpse of the importance of understanding the scope of that love in Ephesians 3:17; “That Christ may dwell in your hearts by faith; that ye, being rooted and grounded in love, May be able to comprehend with all saints what is the breadth, and length, and depth, and height;” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passion is a powerful and compelling emotion. It is also used as a noun to describe “the sufferings of Christ on the cross or His suffering subsequent to the Last Supper.”  Without minimizing His suffering, I believe Christ’s passion far exceeds His suffering. His love for us was and continues to be passionate. His love is active, full of compassion and forgiveness. His love is not generic, but focused to kiss the heart of the individual. His love is visionary and insightful, seeing past your actions and inconsistencies to your need. His passion purchased and presented what no one else could ever propose--redemption; full and free. His passion painted redemption on the canvas of time with bold strokes of forgiveness, grace and acceptance. His passion transcends time without losing its potency. Its latent power is released in the heart of anyone that will receive Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His love is the potting soil that we must plant our lives in to flourish. It transforms the recipient, releasing our talents and kindness. It causes us to bloom. It causes His fragrance and beauty of love to be released to bless others. As we receive His passionate love, we can love others. We can forgive. We can sacrifice, because we understand that every time a rose is plucked off, more roses grow in its place. We understand that His overflow of love to us and through us is abundant and lavish, like His grace. We can love because we are loved, not with a generic, conditional love, but with a passionate, self-sacrificing love. Planted in His love, nourished by His love we can give His love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855822909306138117-6549353420842742783?l=letusteachkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6549353420842742783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855822909306138117&amp;postID=6549353420842742783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/6549353420842742783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/6549353420842742783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/2011/04/passion.html' title='The Passion'/><author><name>Pat Holland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953476790936455266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYdHFsYrGaI/AAAAAAAAADc/G5ZnRHzuKrk/S220/pat+in+blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855822909306138117.post-8302922668635395557</id><published>2011-04-05T11:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T11:50:11.057-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Panana Camp Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y06k_V5o0Rw/TZs3rDsMS6I/AAAAAAAAAI0/iliIpPgPCjc/s1600/Christmas%2B226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592124575175166882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y06k_V5o0Rw/TZs3rDsMS6I/AAAAAAAAAI0/iliIpPgPCjc/s200/Christmas%2B226.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QQLpT_zHpNY/TZs0QU160PI/AAAAAAAAAIk/f32xEKVVMNg/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning as I reflect on yesterday, as I wait for today to begin I am so thankful for 4 golden opportunities that God has deposited into my relationship account. Each one is unique. Brayden’s energy is only exceeded by his desire to please. Brayden is my Jedidah which means loved of the Lord. I have nicknames for each of them. Keira, Jason’s daughter is Smiley because she smiles with her whole body. It starts with her mouth and ripples into light on her face and wiggles its way to her toes. It is so precious to watch her smile. Which by the way she started when she was two weeks old, every time her daddy would talk to her she would break out into a big grin. And Ashlyn with her quiet, gentle spirit. She makes me feel peaceful when I am around her. She is my Joybell. Her middle name is joy. She got her name from Romans 15:13 KJV Now the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that ye may abound in hope, through the power of the Holy Ghost. Then our oldest grandchild Karyn, our Little Princess, has transformed into Beautiful Princess both inside and out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is my goal in this Panana camp to under gird the work that their parents do on a daily basis to invest in their children. We want to make camp so much fun that they will always remember Panana Camp, but so rich with God’s presence that they will forever be transformed by His love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of you have asked where is Panana Camp? It’s in our home. Panana Camp came from an idea I got from a radio broadcast that I heard in Asheville, NC from familylifetoday.com. Anne Dierks was sharing about her Granny Camp. (You can purchase her book at www.grannycamp.com.) I only heard a few minutes of the program, but it really got me to thinking. I knew I could put my personal twist on the idea. So I tried it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first camp was just one day. It was so successful I wanted to try a week of it. We asked if we could have the three oldest grand kids for the week of Spring break. We needed a name for the camp. Wayne was partnering with me to pull off the camp so I wanted a different name that included him. My grand kids think their Papa is the best thing since peanut butter. They clamor to sit by him and hold his hand. I have to include his name in the camp name—we are Papa and Nana so the name Panana Camp was born. It’s easy to remember because it rhymes with banana. I would have served bananas, but only Ashlyn will eat a banana. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What’s th&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J9jVJEBwMMQ/TZsx0S7S3ZI/AAAAAAAAAIc/KKb6VSisXkU/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592118136814099858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J9jVJEBwMMQ/TZsx0S7S3ZI/AAAAAAAAAIc/KKb6VSisXkU/s200/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at game with a yellow, bouncy ball and a racket? Oh yeah, tennis. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYv4ZAZRgKI/TZsw37V53XI/AAAAAAAAAIM/OmhnwIIPsqw/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592117099691105650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYv4ZAZRgKI/TZsw37V53XI/AAAAAAAAAIM/OmhnwIIPsqw/s200/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The name is the only thing I get right about the game. I am pitiful at every sport except eating. Eating is a sport isn't it? As soon as devotions were finished we hurried to the tennis court. We got on the courts in sprinkling rain. It was warm, so why not? The sprinkling soon stopped and we had a great time, chasing the tall, isn't that what you’re supposed to do. I get confused on all this sports stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we got to the house for lunch a deluge came complete with tornado warnings. Wayne grilled hotbox and I made mac and cheese. An absolute hit with the kids, with me, not so &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEKGbMrcW20/TZsxdTtWm0I/AAAAAAAAAIU/qg9bCp6GGb4/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592117741887068994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEKGbMrcW20/TZsxdTtWm0I/AAAAAAAAAIU/qg9bCp6GGb4/s200/027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;much! Because we are using a nautical theme I tried to cut the wieners into octopus to set on the mac and cheese. The kids didn't want to wait for my nonsense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my goal for my grand kids. Hebrews 13:20 NLT "And now, may the God of peace, who brought again from the dead our Lord Jesus, equip you"(Karyn, Brayden, Ashlyn and Keira my emphasis added) "with all you need for doing his will. May he produce in you, through the power of Jesus Christ, all that is pleasing to him. Jesus is the great Shepherd of the sheep by an everlasting covenant, signed with his blood. To him be glory forever and ever. Amen."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I didn’t get this posted last week, but I wanted to share my thoughts instead of just tossing this blog. Our days were just too full to finish my thoughts. Thanks for reading. Be blessed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5855822909306138117-8302922668635395557?l=letusteachkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8302922668635395557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855822909306138117&amp;postID=8302922668635395557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/8302922668635395557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/8302922668635395557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/2011/04/panana-camp-day-3.html' title='Panana Camp Day 3'/><author><name>Pat Holland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953476790936455266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYdHFsYrGaI/AAAAAAAAADc/G5ZnRHzuKrk/S220/pat+in+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y06k_V5o0Rw/TZs3rDsMS6I/AAAAAAAAAI0/iliIpPgPCjc/s72-c/Christmas%2B226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855822909306138117.post-5617546412020304237</id><published>2011-03-29T22:37:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T09:03:37.239-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Panana Camp Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QcWyQQAdyPQ/TZMkDIIB_BI/AAAAAAAAAHk/T-8CY2pg4Dw/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today our theme was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Commission&lt;/span&gt;. We explained that just like a ship is made and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;commissioned&lt;/span&gt; for a specific purpose that God has a plan or blueprint for each of our lives. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; helped me explain my point by explaining that his dad had directions to help him put together the tent for their recent camping trip. We talked about the Coast Guard ships, cruise ships and cargo ships. As we drove to our first stop on our field trip we passed Jaxport. We saw two cargo ships. One which was being unloaded as we passed. I was more impressed than any of the kids. "Thank you God for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;supplying&lt;/span&gt; the visual aids." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kV0Zu_3SuSw/TZMkrWXPe-I/AAAAAAAAAH0/UddclLQ_P8A/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589851889652956130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kV0Zu_3SuSw/TZMkrWXPe-I/AAAAAAAAAH0/UddclLQ_P8A/s200/018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was much colder than we thin-skinned Floridians like to admit. We went to Kingsly Plantation. The house was being scraped and painted so we couldn't go inside the plantation house. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ashlynn&lt;/span&gt; was asleep by this time. Wayne waited in the car while the other three of us tramped the path down to the waterfront. We had talked about the clams that open their shells for the water to flow through so they can filter feed. The tide was out. We walked out and touched clumps of oyster shells similar to the clams we had just talked about. Again, I had to say, "Thank you God for the visual aids." The illustration was how when clams get frightened they shut their shells real quick or they clam up. Too many believers are like the clams. Instead of sharing Jesus with their friends, which is God's great &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;commission&lt;/span&gt; for every believer, they clam up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids liked the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; kitchen and even let me read brief snippets of historical information about indigo, cotton and sugar cane. But when we crossed to the other side of the plantation, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; and Karyn came alive. They got to see a gopher hole. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; especially liked the well and the trough that flowed out of the well. But they both were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fascinated&lt;/span&gt; by the twisted and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;gnarled&lt;/span&gt; trees on the plantation. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; kept saying, "Papa's got to see this. Papa's just got to see this." And he did. I sat in the car and they showed Papa everything. What an amazing Papa he is!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xarkgnJM0Lk/TZMkS6oFiVI/AAAAAAAAAHs/3y2li2kSjaI/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589851469890554194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xarkgnJM0Lk/TZMkS6oFiVI/AAAAAAAAAHs/3y2li2kSjaI/s200/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTXmryzTj9g/TZMjniCwrDI/AAAAAAAAAHc/0Rwl61d7Dyo/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589850724557171762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTXmryzTj9g/TZMjniCwrDI/AAAAAAAAAHc/0Rwl61d7Dyo/s200/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was hard to imagine that a tree with so many knots and holes could still be alive. I think they were some kind of cedar trees. They were beautiful except for the worms. I've never seen them this bad before. Tiny little green worms on thin string like threads seemed to spin their way to the ground or your clothes or your hair if you weren't careful. Things like that don't bother me, but I wasn't too happy when Karyn found one in my hair. It makes my head itch to think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little armadillo made its appearance looking for grubs. It dashed away into the thicket near some of the ruins of twenty-five tabby brick buildings on the plantation. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden, Ashlynn&lt;/span&gt; and I followed it to the edge of the thicket and then down the road. He reappeared on the other side of the thicket about two feet away from us, then he meandered &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;across&lt;/span&gt; the road where he scratched for grubs. It was so much fun to watch the kids enjoy the armadillo. I have a story I'll share with them tomorrow about the armadillo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was way too cold to collect shells on the beach. Sorry, Kimberly, but I wrapped them up really good and well...we only stayed on the beach for a few minutes. At least it only seemed like a few minutes. Then we were off to Amelia Island and Fort Clinch. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8R6C980aeSk/TZMlOpHYheI/AAAAAAAAAH8/FLPOm-BJS0M/s1600/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589852495982134754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8R6C980aeSk/TZMlOpHYheI/AAAAAAAAAH8/FLPOm-BJS0M/s200/025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amelia Island is so beautiful this time of year. Azaleas. Burst of spring green. So beautiful! Quaint little shops, but not this trip. It's Panana Camp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had just been to the big fort, Castillo de San Marco at St. Augustine, so I wasn't sure if I wanted to go to another one. But I'm so glad we did. Its a great fort. Karyn said it was her favorite part of the day. Ashlynn said it was a "fun fort". It was inexpensive and the guide had a nice fire going in the kitchen. He showed us the finger prints of the slaves that made the bricks in the lower part of the walls. You could actually see their prints as they handled the soft clay before it was fired. I was amazed. We went around the fort after that looking for smooth thumb and finger indentions in the bricks. We climbed a twisted, spiral staircase that went up without rails. Yes, Kimberly we were careful. I held &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden's&lt;/span&gt; hand and Papa carried &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ashlynn&lt;/span&gt;. And Karyn was her normal, careful young lady. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And our lunch was fun. I froze a gallon of naturally &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;decaffeinated&lt;/span&gt; tea in the freezer, leaving enough room for it to expand. By lunch time we had ice cold sweet tea to drink. We had sandwiches and deviled eggs. Actually, Wayne and I ate sandwiches and they sorta ate...and yes we ate too many potato chips and animal crackers and moon pies. I'll do better tomorrow on the menu. And yes we were tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was amaz&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O6xj4gKaJbQ/TZMpmCUID0I/AAAAAAAAAIE/U-qB8JlrU04/s1600/090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589857295929970498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O6xj4gKaJbQ/TZMpmCUID0I/AAAAAAAAAIE/U-qB8JlrU04/s200/090.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ing, nobody was unkind, except me for just a minute in my hurry to get &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; organized so we could leave on time. I repented to Wayne very quickly. Karyn prayed we would be all be kind and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; felt he should pray about it too. God answered their prayer. Maybe Wayne's too. God is so good to let me enjoy my wonderful grandkids and husband. I even got to talk to Jason's baby on the phone today. She was jabbering in her daddy's arms. What a day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5855822909306138117-5617546412020304237?l=letusteachkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5617546412020304237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855822909306138117&amp;postID=5617546412020304237' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/5617546412020304237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/5617546412020304237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/2011/03/panana-camp-day-2.html' title='Panana Camp Day 2'/><author><name>Pat Holland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953476790936455266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYdHFsYrGaI/AAAAAAAAADc/G5ZnRHzuKrk/S220/pat+in+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kV0Zu_3SuSw/TZMkrWXPe-I/AAAAAAAAAH0/UddclLQ_P8A/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855822909306138117.post-649244170343591825</id><published>2011-03-29T07:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T07:31:23.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Panana Camp Day 1</title><content type='html'>I think I am more excited than the kids are. I chatted with Brayden on the phone to remind him to bring items that I wanted him to bring to Panana Camp. He said we should pray and I agreed. So he was named our official prayer captain. The kids arrived with beach toys, pajamas and old clothes to wear to splash in the mud. We are using my Sailing the Seven 7C’s curriculum so beach activities will be our primary field trips. Even Ashlyn enjoyed the devotions. Our first lesson is converted. It is an abstract word which we explained thoroughly. It is used because it is explains that we are a new person when Christ comes into our lives and it begins with the letter C. We went to the park to find tadpoles. I don’t think they have hatched yet. If they have hatched the fish have gobbled them. I didn’t see a single tadpole. Two pre-teen boys were fishing at the pond and shared their knowledge with us. We marched through the trails taking turns leading the way. We stumbled over Cypress knees and imagined floating logs were hungry alligators. The trees are bursting with spring green, my most favorite color of all. You can only see it this time of year, so I savor it! Karyn discovered white silky cocoons on a bush. Wayne cut it open to show them the caterpillar inside, just what we needed for our lesson. Thank you God! And Karyn discovered it. I love nature. God is so awesome to put inside a tiny worm-like creature the ability to spin and change inside a cocoon. It’s mind boggling. I am so thankful to know that God did that. Almighty God strategically designed even the little caterpillar in such a way that it would be transformed into a beautiful butterfly. His design doesn’t stop with a caterpillar; it includes His greatest creation-people. We are transformed by the love of God that made a way for us to become new creatures in Christ Jesus. Wow! It’s too amazing to imagine. The rules say we have to be ready to leave by 9:00 and I need to get moving even though Karyn is making pancakes for us! Yum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855822909306138117-649244170343591825?l=letusteachkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/feeds/649244170343591825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855822909306138117&amp;postID=649244170343591825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/649244170343591825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/649244170343591825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/2011/03/panana-camp-day-1.html' title='Panana Camp Day 1'/><author><name>Pat Holland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953476790936455266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYdHFsYrGaI/AAAAAAAAADc/G5ZnRHzuKrk/S220/pat+in+blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855822909306138117.post-6253926070629549592</id><published>2011-03-22T21:05:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T21:57:03.832-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teach children to worship Grandma'/><title type='text'>Nana Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AqQHTVboFSs/TYlIuHBlbrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/J0aFSPbiYoA/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587076769726688946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AqQHTVboFSs/TYlIuHBlbrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/J0aFSPbiYoA/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;y granddaughter Ashlyn, who is almost 3 years old, asked me yesterday, “Can we praise the Lord,” I was thrilled. I grabbed a plastic bowl, but the lid on it and handed it and a spoon to her. My grandson, Brayden, grabbed an empty plastic bottle, added a few dry beans, it was a perfect praise instrument. I didn’t need an instrument because I’m so loud. We marched around the living room and through the kitchen echoing and singing “Praise the Lord. Praise the Lord.” It was great fun! Praising is something that I have strategically and deliberately done with my grandchildren. I want them to understand, anytime is a great time to express your gratitude and worship to God. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Ni6eyu9BlY/TYlJiwxKrcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/SohdgFBLook/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I pull Ashlyn’s shirt off over her head and her hands are up in the air, I say let’s praise the Lord, baby! She and I begin to say “Praise you Jesus. Hallelujah!” From the time they were babies I would scoop them up in my arms and say, “Come, on baby, let’s dance before the Lord.” Then we would begin to swing and hop around praising the Lord. It is so amazing that really young children will actually raise their hands and praise the Lord with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is a game to them, but that’s where teaching and modeling come into the picture. Brayden said to me, “You love to praise the Lord, Nana.” I agreed with him, and continued with the explanation, “Yes, Jesus has been so good to me. I want to thank Him.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iu7JVG23sf8/TYlRqX34qwI/AAAAAAAAAG0/pRLAjm16GVE/s1600/Grandkids%2Band%2BMobile%2BRenuion%2B013011%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587086601134582530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iu7JVG23sf8/TYlRqX34qwI/AAAAAAAAAG0/pRLAjm16GVE/s320/Grandkids%2Band%2BMobile%2BRenuion%2B013011%2B020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are a couple of things to remember when teaching children, or any age group for that matter, to praise. First, reach them on their level. Second, explain it. Thirdly, create an atmosphere where it is the norm. Then model it. For young children it must be fun and active. My explanations must be brief and concise and the praise time is limited to their attention span. We all do it together, plus it is done in the culture of acceptance of love which is critical in creating an atmosphere of worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I ask them, “What is something you are thankful for?” After they answer I say, “Let’s say thank you to Jesus.” Then I join them in saying “Thank you” to God for what they just mentioned. Again, I don’t spend an extended time doing it. It’s just done in conversation while we are coloring or baking a cake together. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R19T6wQfRV4/TYlLpg88G2I/AAAAAAAAAGs/EWUUHvjn038/s1600/26Jan2011again%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ht7LGBRRtMU/TYlS-L9xSPI/AAAAAAAAAHE/b6cOw_koSn0/s1600/Grandkids%2Band%2BMobile%2BRenuion%2B013011%2B019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587088041047050482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ht7LGBRRtMU/TYlS-L9xSPI/AAAAAAAAAHE/b6cOw_koSn0/s320/Grandkids%2Band%2BMobile%2BRenuion%2B013011%2B019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I understand no one can worship for me and because I understand the power of worship I want my grandchildren to become worshipers. Worship is more than a song, it is more than words, but when it is connected to the heart of a person that loves God, a song or words are transformed into a fragrance of praise that pleases God. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru8EvAyoHfc/TYlSSb9feUI/AAAAAAAAAG8/hbSrsgF3u1Y/s1600/Grandkids%2Band%2BMobile%2BRenuion%2B013011%2B022.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little children and adults can worship…and God loves our worship. We all should do more of it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5855822909306138117-6253926070629549592?l=letusteachkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6253926070629549592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855822909306138117&amp;postID=6253926070629549592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/6253926070629549592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/6253926070629549592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/2011/03/nana-time.html' title='Nana Time'/><author><name>Pat Holland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953476790936455266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYdHFsYrGaI/AAAAAAAAADc/G5ZnRHzuKrk/S220/pat+in+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AqQHTVboFSs/TYlIuHBlbrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/J0aFSPbiYoA/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855822909306138117.post-7088000040723009935</id><published>2011-01-10T11:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T11:28:40.958-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lose Weight and Lose Weight</title><content type='html'>Lose Weight … is almost always my number one New Year’s goal. The fact that it shows up on my list every year gives you an idea of how successful my follow through really is! But this year I want to lose weight and lose weight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain. In my last blog I shared that forgiveness severs the hold that dead things have on a person’s life. But in my time of fasting and prayer that kicked off my new year, the Holy Spirit has been dealing with my heart about weights that need to be removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain. After the kids and grandkids left from celebrating Christmas with us, Wayne and I began to clean out years of clutter from the garage and storage shed; the kid’s stuff, the grandkid’s stuff, hobby stuff, remodeling stuff- junk piled and stuffed into every corner. If you are seeing visions from the repulsive hoarder episodes on television, well, let’s not go there. We had put off cleaning it out for years because it looked and felt like a monumental task. So we allowed the clutter to accumulate and we just shut the door on the mess. But it was time to deal with it! No more clutter. No more searching for where we put stuff. It was time to take dominion. So we did it! It has taken some time and hard work, but it hasn’t been a bad job. Actually, we have enjoyed working together on the project. Why didn’t we do it sooner? Because the weight of the task seemed enormous, too hard. Too much work. Too overwhelming! It wasn’t the work I wanted to avoid, it was just the weight, the mental weight I felt every time I tried to plan the job on my schedule. So I procrastinated wasting both time and money when I couldn’t find things I needed and suffered from guilt because I knew it needed to be done. Now it almost is! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precious Holy Spirit has been dealing with my heart that it is time to de-clutter, clean out, organize and strategize spiritually. That’s where the second weight and my second New Year’s resolution comes in. This year I want to lose physical weight, but secondly and most importantly, I want to lose the mental and spiritual weights that keep me from God’s best. I didn’t even realize I was carrying these weights until Holy Spirit began to open the garage door of my heart and open some boxes that I had stuffed in the corners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 58:6 Is not this the fast that I have chosen? To loose the bands of wickedness, to undo the heavy burdens, and to let the oppressed go free, and that ye break every yoke?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855822909306138117-7088000040723009935?l=letusteachkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7088000040723009935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855822909306138117&amp;postID=7088000040723009935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/7088000040723009935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/7088000040723009935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/2011/01/lose-weight-and-lose-weight.html' title='Lose Weight and Lose Weight'/><author><name>Pat Holland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953476790936455266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYdHFsYrGaI/AAAAAAAAADc/G5ZnRHzuKrk/S220/pat+in+blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855822909306138117.post-2643525087103431274</id><published>2010-12-28T07:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T11:28:46.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stinking Chicken Skins</title><content type='html'>The garbage only runs once a week. If I cook chicken early in the week, I can’t throw the chicken skins in the trash because they will be stinking within 24 hours. So I wrap the chicken skins in a bag and put them in the freezer until garbage day. I don’t tie them to my arm and carry them around with me. Everyone understands that chicken skins quickly begin to stink and salmonella breeds quickly in room temperature chicken. They belong in the trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet while we cringe at the thought of carrying around rotten chicken skins, we carry a different stench and poison without giving it a second thought. The poison’s name…un-forgiveness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are approaching a new year-don’t carry the poison of the past into your new year. No one can make that choice for you. Forgive! Turn loose of the wrong that was done to you. God will help you! God’s grace is sufficient. Take your pain to the cross. Ask God to forgive you for insisting on your right to hold onto the wrong that was done to you. Ask God to help you forgive. Allow God to pour in His healing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855822909306138117-2643525087103431274?l=letusteachkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2643525087103431274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855822909306138117&amp;postID=2643525087103431274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/2643525087103431274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/2643525087103431274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/2010/12/stinking-chicken-skins.html' title='Stinking Chicken Skins'/><author><name>Pat Holland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953476790936455266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYdHFsYrGaI/AAAAAAAAADc/G5ZnRHzuKrk/S220/pat+in+blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855822909306138117.post-4767354105063065765</id><published>2010-12-25T07:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T07:07:09.714-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Gift</title><content type='html'>This morning hundreds and thousands of presents will be opened. Beautiful paper will be torn, wadded and discarded as each gift is un-wrapped by its recipient. The most wanted gift lists will vary from individual to individual according to age, gender and personal taste. There will be fun gifts, practical gifts and wonderful gifts under the tree this morning. There will be cheap gifts and extravagant gifts. But the one gift that is absolutely essential for life and eternal life didn’t make it to the top ten list this year or any other year. That gift is a priceless gift. But a limited pocket book isn’t the reason you won’t find it under the tree at your house. Jesus was and is the Perfect Gift sent to be Emanuel- God is with us. Yet He must be recognized as God and received just as a little child will receive presents around the tree this morning. Unwrap the gift of His love and begin to discover in your everyday life the joy and peace that come from believing. I am so thankful that He continues to be Emanuel and that age 4 I opened God’s Best Gift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 15:13 Now the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that ye may abound in hope, through the power of the Holy Ghost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855822909306138117-4767354105063065765?l=letusteachkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4767354105063065765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855822909306138117&amp;postID=4767354105063065765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/4767354105063065765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/4767354105063065765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/2010/12/best-gift.html' title='The Best Gift'/><author><name>Pat Holland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953476790936455266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYdHFsYrGaI/AAAAAAAAADc/G5ZnRHzuKrk/S220/pat+in+blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855822909306138117.post-146623673831150998</id><published>2010-12-23T09:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T10:02:01.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living the Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/TRNjzVWBJMI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Y7drMqf0iN0/s1600/cabin%2B1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553892499031925954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/TRNjzVWBJMI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Y7drMqf0iN0/s320/cabin%2B1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday morning on our way to Jacksonville we stopped for church in Pensacola. It was delightful to see dear, old friends and see their Christmas musical. The musical’s message was clear and relevant. I really enjoyed it. I jotted down a quote from the musical. I am sorry but I don’t even know the name of the musical but this is the quote concerning the light of Christmas. “The shepherds experienced it, the wise men followed it and we must live it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I emotionally staggered at the thought of what that really means? Walk out the light in my everyday life? What would that look like? How would that change my responses to frustrations and irritations? How would that change my attitude toward injustices?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to one conclusion I cannot live the light unless I have on a regular basis what both the shepherds and the wise men had. The wise men followed because they had direction and they made a choice to follow the directions. If I am going to live out the light I must have the direction and insight that comes from the Scriptures. They didn’t just hear about the Messiah. They experienced Him. Only as I experience His grace and His presence energizing me and enabling me can I live out the light in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our culture is bumbling around in the dark. But the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Light&lt;/span&gt; has come. We just need to live it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 1:78 KJV Through the tender mercy of our God; whereby the dayspring from on high hath visited us, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855822909306138117-146623673831150998?l=letusteachkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/feeds/146623673831150998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855822909306138117&amp;postID=146623673831150998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/146623673831150998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/146623673831150998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/2010/12/living-light.html' title='Living the Light'/><author><name>Pat Holland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953476790936455266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYdHFsYrGaI/AAAAAAAAADc/G5ZnRHzuKrk/S220/pat+in+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/TRNjzVWBJMI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Y7drMqf0iN0/s72-c/cabin%2B1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855822909306138117.post-1895888551647907528</id><published>2010-12-14T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T13:02:40.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumpster Diving</title><content type='html'>When we are in North Carolina, we are about 20 minutes away from town and about 45 minutes away from a large city so we don’t make the trek into town very often. We had errands to run and a desire to see our new granddaughter so Asheville was the perfect place to do both. We made a quick run to the garbage dump…that right we don’t have garbage pick up in the mountains. So Wayne tossed the bags of garbage into the dumpsters while I worked on my laptop and then we hurried toward Asheville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we were on the interstate I asked Wayne for his phone. I never have mine, just one more thing to keep up with. It was then we discovered his phone was missing. As quickly as possible, which wasn’t very quick, we found an exit and returned to the garbage dump. I began to search and Wayne went to the little shed on the property to talk with the attendant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The small, wrinkled faced man walked back with Wayne toward the dumpster where we had tossed our garbage. “Was it a heavy black thing?” the man questioned. Wayne nodded feeling his first wave of relief. “It’s my fault,” the man began, “I thought it was trash…I didn’t know what it was…I threw it into the dumpster.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Which dumpster?.” Wayne questioned as his eyes scanned 7 big dumpsters lining the fence..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think I threw it in one of these two,” the old man answered while peering inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One dumpster only had a few bags in the bottom, so Wayne found a stick and began to look for his precious I-Phone. It was obvious. The phone wasn’t in this dumpster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stuck my head in the other dumpster. There was a lot of garbage in the second container. Wayne took his stick and tried to move the garbage around. It wasn’t working very well so he rolled up his pants and crawled inside where he began to search through the bags of garbage. It was at that moment I really wished I had his phone to take his picture. I’m telling you, it’s a sight you don’t see often. It wasn’t funny then, but it is now. Once Wayne sorted through the garbage to see the bottom of the dumpster he found his valuable black I-phone sitting in six inches of rain water from the storm the day before. He plunged his hand in the water, yuck, and retrieved the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were thankful that someone hadn’t found the phone and taken it with them and we were thankful to God for helping us find it. But with all that water, was it ruined?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got in the car Wayne removed the Otter case and handed the phone to me to dry it off while he pulled out the hand sanitizer and began slathering himself with it. As I dried the phone the phone came on. Because the case was so water tight there was no water inside the case. The phone was dry and worked perfectly. Double praise God! What a relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple days later I was dealing with stuff, just the junk that comes with life, aggravating, discouraging stuff when the Lord reminded me of Wayne in the dumpster retrieving his phone. He reminded me that the phone was protected because of the case that held the phone. He remind me that He holds me in His tender care and that I have a case that protects me even better than the one on Wayne’s I-phone—the whole armor of God. What is that armor? It’s the Word of God and prayer. That’s what I needed--more of the Word and more prayer; Not after the storm comes, but daily so my emotions and attitudes are wrapped in the faith that God’s promises are sure and He will not fail me regardless of what I am going through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you feel like you’ve been tossed in the dumpster. Your value is not recognized and people seem to mindlessly toss you away. That is the message of Christmas. God is the God that pursues. While we were sinners, God sent His Son into the world to seek and to save the lost. He loves you and wants to encase you in His love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dumpster wasn’t really that icky because everything was enclosed in plastic bags. But Jesus came into this world, to seek and to save the lost. He not only stuck his hand into the garbage of this world, but He became sin for us so He could pay the penalty of sin. That is amazing to me. Absolutely amazing. The message of Christmas to me is the message of redemption. Love...peace… joy…become the result of receiving that Redemption through the person of Jesus Christ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855822909306138117-1895888551647907528?l=letusteachkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1895888551647907528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855822909306138117&amp;postID=1895888551647907528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/1895888551647907528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/1895888551647907528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/2010/12/dumpster-diving.html' title='Dumpster Diving'/><author><name>Pat Holland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953476790936455266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYdHFsYrGaI/AAAAAAAAADc/G5ZnRHzuKrk/S220/pat+in+blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855822909306138117.post-7820536683177948416</id><published>2010-11-25T07:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T07:19:27.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Giver Menu</title><content type='html'>My Thanksgiving Day menu is important. I want to be sure to include &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every one's&lt;/span&gt; favorite, which actually isn't too hard--they all want my cheese bread. It is sooo good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thanksgiving is much more than a day or an event it is a life style, so I have put together a Thanks Giver Menu that can be used all year long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lettuce- Squash- Taters- Meat- Rolls- Beets- Thyme- Dressing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Lettuce- Let us give thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Squash- squash ingratitude and greed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Taters- become a par-tater (participator)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Meat- Meet God with your gift of thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Rolls- Roll all your cares on Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Beet- Beet the temptation to skip the thanks and move to just asking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thyme- Give Him some of your time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Dressing- Dress in the garment of praise- don't leave home without it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Every good cook knows the secret ingredient is love- express your love to Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I hear the first of my grand children awake. I don't want to miss a minute with them. Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855822909306138117-7820536683177948416?l=letusteachkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7820536683177948416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855822909306138117&amp;postID=7820536683177948416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/7820536683177948416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/7820536683177948416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanks-giver-menu.html' title='Thanks Giver Menu'/><author><name>Pat Holland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953476790936455266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYdHFsYrGaI/AAAAAAAAADc/G5ZnRHzuKrk/S220/pat+in+blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855822909306138117.post-902600712776655834</id><published>2010-11-16T18:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T18:42:20.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Caring for the Golden Goose</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Aesop tells of an old farmer with a very special goose. This goose looked like any other goose, but she laid eggs unlike any other eggs.&lt;img align=" width=" src="http://www.letusteachkids.com/outlines/pix/goose.gif" height="142" shapes="_x0000_i1030" /&gt; The eggs were solid gold. The farmer and he wife were thrilled, they had never owned much. Their lives had been filled with endless work in the hot blistering sun. Now they were blessed with this incredible goose that laid pure golden eggs. You can imagine their excitement as they waited each morning for the mother goose to lay yet another golden egg. But the farmer and his faithful wife grew weary of waiting for the daily one egg to be deposited in the feather lined nest. They wanted more gold and they wanted it now. So they decided the goose must be made of gold inside. In order to get the gold, they decided to kill the goose and remove all the gold so they would be rich now instead of later. So they killed the goose but inside they only found goose organs and not a single ounce of gold. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The moral of this story is “Don’t love the gold more than the goose!” Take good care of the goose that lays the golden eggs. In ministry terms that means take care of the workers that God gives you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now if the old farmer was very wise like most farmers are, how do you think he would have cared for his goose? If that goose was mine I would protect it. I would watch over it carefully, feed it the best food money could buy, see that all of its needs were met. Are you getting the picture? These volunteers that God has trusted you with are the ones that are doing all the work. They are the ones that are teaching the kids, making the visits, on and on. They are making your vision of reaching children possible. You just can’t do it without them unless you have a very small ministry or plan to have a very small ministry soon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you value the workers and team that God has sent you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Then show them!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.letusteachkids.com/teacher/appreciation.htm"&gt;Need some ideas? Go to our website for ideas.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855822909306138117-902600712776655834?l=letusteachkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.letusteachkids.com/teacher/appreciation.htm' title='Caring for the Golden Goose'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/feeds/902600712776655834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855822909306138117&amp;postID=902600712776655834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/902600712776655834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/902600712776655834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/2010/11/caring-for-golden-goose.html' title='Caring for the Golden Goose'/><author><name>Pat Holland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953476790936455266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYdHFsYrGaI/AAAAAAAAADc/G5ZnRHzuKrk/S220/pat+in+blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855822909306138117.post-2285532970299660669</id><published>2009-08-28T08:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T09:48:15.968-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Going It Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Eric Bruntlett didn't plan it. You can't plan something that remarkable. He wasn't even on his best game. He was playing his position just like he had done every time before, but this time he was in the right spot at the right time. The opportunity came and Bruntlett seized it. The stage was set. It was the 9th ending. A runner was on first base and one was on 2nd base. The pitch was 2-2. Both runners were intent on stealing the next base. Jeff Francoeur hit a line drive and Eric grabbed it for his first out. Bruntlett stepped on 2nd base for the 2nd out and then tagged the player trying to steal 2nd base for his third out. Amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was shocked. It happened so fast, he didn't even realize what was happening until the event was history. Eric Bruntlett made three outs all by himself to end the Philles vs Mets game. It has only happened 15 times in MLB history and only twice that such a play ended a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SpffxibvXUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/tcuQmnpYtos/s1600-h/softball_player_ready_to_catch_ball_ty_wht_st.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 61px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 87px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375010722439716162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SpffxibvXUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/tcuQmnpYtos/s320/softball_player_ready_to_catch_ball_ty_wht_st.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This event reminded me of 3 things:&lt;br /&gt;1. Play your position diligently. I must be faithful and conscientious to do what I've been called to do.&lt;br /&gt;2. See and seize opportunities while they are still opportunities. I must constantly be aware of what is going on around me. They present opportunities that expire, so I must grab them and act on them while they are there. Opportunities to help meet a practical need, to pray for them when they are sick or to witness to them when the door opens.&lt;br /&gt;3. Never loose sight of your goal. In baseball it's winning the game, plain and simple. For a believer it's building God's kingdom. It's not about being a super star or winning people's applause. All our actions should go through the sieve labeled "Does this glorify God?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one more thought I had about Eric's praiseworthy accomplishment-he did it alone. But I am so thankful that God never intended for me to do it alone. He promised He would be with me. He would dwell in me and help me do everything He has called me to do. I am deeply grateful for His indwelling ability that saturates every area of my life: relationships, work, faith, my body, my mind and my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855822909306138117-2285532970299660669?l=letusteachkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2285532970299660669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855822909306138117&amp;postID=2285532970299660669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/2285532970299660669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/2285532970299660669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/2009/08/going-it-alone.html' title='Going It Alone'/><author><name>Pat Holland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953476790936455266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYdHFsYrGaI/AAAAAAAAADc/G5ZnRHzuKrk/S220/pat+in+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SpffxibvXUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/tcuQmnpYtos/s72-c/softball_player_ready_to_catch_ball_ty_wht_st.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855822909306138117.post-976525940714756073</id><published>2009-08-13T08:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T08:07:23.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I love being a Grandma!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SpfIV16QdyI/AAAAAAAAAFE/NgneJOBJ4Vg/s1600-h/summer+09+grandkids2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 97px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374984957864212258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SpfIV16QdyI/AAAAAAAAAFE/NgneJOBJ4Vg/s320/summer+09+grandkids2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were sitting at the table eating lunch. Brayden and Karyn were chattering back and forth when Wayne interjected. One time I went hunting. I killed a turkey and a coon and a potfor. Karyn fell for it hook line and sinker...what's a potfor (pot for)? To cook it in, silly! Karyn begin to laugh contagiously. Brayden didn't get it but he laughed. We all laughed for a long time, mostly because Karyn thought the joke was so funny. It was Brayden's turn to tell a joke and we all laughed again. It was the typical four year old type joke, but we still laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being a grandma. I love playing "Hide and Go Seek" with them...running with them (They are still young enough I really could out run them. That's great!) Building cardboard and sheet houses over the furniture seems to be one of their favorite. Ashlynn is still young enough that she even likes my singing. She'll outgrow that really fast. The others are polite, but avoid my singing whenever possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But being a grandma is more than just having fun with them. It's a big responsibility. I want to leave a mark on their lives. I want to leave them a spiritual legacy. I want them to love God and love to pray. Because love is a magnet that pulls the best out of them, I want them to know they are loved unconditionally. I want them to really know God and love His presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting this things is admirable but growing these things in a life of a child is deliberate and purposeful. I pray for them using the scripture as the foundation of my prayers. This Word based prayer builds my faith and expands my vision of what they can be through Christ. I guard my words and speak my faith vision instead of cursing them and their future with my fears. I use every opportunity to build their faith by giving them Christian music, DVDs and books. We pray together. I start them early praising the Lord. We pray together for children that no one prays for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My greatest joy in life is my family! Oh, how I thank God for them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855822909306138117-976525940714756073?l=letusteachkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/feeds/976525940714756073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855822909306138117&amp;postID=976525940714756073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/976525940714756073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/976525940714756073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-being-grandma.html' title='I love being a Grandma!'/><author><name>Pat Holland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953476790936455266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYdHFsYrGaI/AAAAAAAAADc/G5ZnRHzuKrk/S220/pat+in+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SpfIV16QdyI/AAAAAAAAAFE/NgneJOBJ4Vg/s72-c/summer+09+grandkids2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855822909306138117.post-8542513706704059417</id><published>2009-05-03T07:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T08:30:52.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating Birthdays</title><content type='html'>It's birthday season at the Holland House. My beautitul daughter (she takes her looks after her mother) had a birthday April 15. My youngest granddaughter Ashlyn turned 1, April 25. My comedian son (he is so much like his dad) had a birthday April 30. Wayne's spunky mother had a birthday on May 1 and my first granddaughter, Karyn, turned 9, May 2. That's a lot of birthday cake! We're headed to Ollie's after church today to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashlyn was adorable digging into her first cake. With small dainty fingers she put the frosting to her mouth without making much of a mess. Brayden, my grandson, was very different. On his first birthday he was so covered in chocolate cake and frosting that he had to been carefully taken to the bathtub for a "major" cleaning. Frosting is hard to clean out of a tub. Brayden was greasy for several days. How different they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is an amazing treasure. They are precious jewels to me. Each are different in so many ways and those differences add such a dimension to my life. I celebrate who they are. I thank God for the precious gift of my family. I treasure the time I have to spend with each of them as my most precious possessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My role as a mother is different now. I am enjoying the fruit of my labors. All the spankings, advice and prayer has paid off. I have two adult children that are wonderful beyond words. My role is different, but I will never stop being their mother. I pray just as hard. I understand it is only as they stay connected to God through a vibrant relationship with Him will they be able to fulfill their destiny and purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a grandmother I pray the scriptures over my grandchildren much like I did my children. I want them to be "examples of the believers in word, in conversation, in charity and in truth." I am convinced that the provison and blessings come only as a result of asking. Jesus said, you have not because you ask not. As I celebrate all these birthdays, I reflect and enjoy the precious memories but I also make a new commitment to invest in their lives by pounding on heaven's doors with petions of heaven's blessings on their lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855822909306138117-8542513706704059417?l=letusteachkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8542513706704059417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855822909306138117&amp;postID=8542513706704059417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/8542513706704059417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/8542513706704059417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/2009/05/celebrating-birthdays.html' title='Celebrating Birthdays'/><author><name>Pat Holland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953476790936455266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYdHFsYrGaI/AAAAAAAAADc/G5ZnRHzuKrk/S220/pat+in+blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855822909306138117.post-697953971969066923</id><published>2009-03-19T09:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T09:56:46.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One of My Favorite Places</title><content type='html'>I have ridden it numerous times but never during peak rush hour. It is an experience that I will always remember. The Metro in DC was full so we stood toddering as I clug to the overhead handrail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the next stop, passengers got off, so Wayne and I scooted into seats. The influx of passengers was amazing. People packed into what I thought was an already full car. At every stop more passenger packed into the Metro with only one or two departing. The hands that clutched the metal rod were diverse. Some were chubby while others small and dainty. The assortment of colors representing ethnic diversity was wide. The economic diversity was also stark and wide. Some slept standing, which was amazing to me. We were jozzled back and forth with such spunk it seemed we might be spit out at any moment. Some gripped the rail passionately, while others balanced lightly touching the rail, while I sat comfortably enjoying the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda glad none of the hands were wrinkled, because manners and kindness would have dictated that I give up my seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rumbling ride required that you hold on...the rumbling ride of life requires that we hold on to the promises on God until they bring us to the place of possessing that promise. God's Word works and I am so thankful that it brings stablity in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to see more sights in Washington DC. This time we waited until rush hour was over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855822909306138117-697953971969066923?l=letusteachkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/feeds/697953971969066923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855822909306138117&amp;postID=697953971969066923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/697953971969066923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/697953971969066923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-of-my-favorite-places.html' title='One of My Favorite Places'/><author><name>Pat Holland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953476790936455266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYdHFsYrGaI/AAAAAAAAADc/G5ZnRHzuKrk/S220/pat+in+blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855822909306138117.post-7828869403923182429</id><published>2009-03-06T08:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T08:18:36.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Math</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For this object lesson you will need Life to Death&lt;br /&gt;Miracle Screen; green silk; money bag or gold silk; mouse or animal trap;&lt;br /&gt;cardboard or large foam cross; 3 large nails; (Show&lt;br /&gt;the Life to Death Screen with the Jesus side out.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Because God really, really loved this&lt;br /&gt;world He gave it His most precious, perfect gift-His son&lt;br /&gt;Jesus. Jesus came to give life, not just life, but abundant&lt;br /&gt;life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Fold and open the&lt;br /&gt;screen using the directions that came with the screen to&lt;br /&gt;show the Satan side of screen. This takes a little practice,&lt;br /&gt;but it is sooooo worth it! Make sure you practice this move&lt;br /&gt;so you don't expose the load.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Satan came to&lt;br /&gt;kill, steal and destroy. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Pull trap from the&lt;br /&gt;load. inside the screen.)&lt;/span&gt; His trap was working or so&lt;br /&gt;it seemed to him at the time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;He stirred the hearts of religious&lt;br /&gt;leaders to jealousy, (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pull the green silk out&lt;br /&gt;of the load inside the screen.)&lt;/span&gt; Yes, they were green&lt;br /&gt;with envy. So much so that they wanted to get rid of&lt;br /&gt;Jesus-permanently. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then there was Judas, he was a&lt;br /&gt;disciple of Jesus. He was chosen by the perfect son of God&lt;br /&gt;to become part of Christ's elite team. He was chosen to do&lt;br /&gt;miracles-lay hands on the sick, heal the blind and the lame&lt;br /&gt;and cast out demons through the power of God. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But Judas wanted something else. &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Pull gold silk or money bag out of load.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;He wanted money! Satan gave Judas, what Judas&lt;br /&gt;must have thought was a brilliant idea. It was an easy, get&lt;br /&gt;rich quick scheme birthed in the heart of hell-betray Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;The priest will give you money!. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Pull cross out)&lt;/span&gt; His&lt;br /&gt;plan worked. Jesus was dead. Hell celebrated. Nature&lt;br /&gt;sobbed with a great earthquake. Finally, he had defeated the King of Kings and&lt;br /&gt;the Lord of Lords. Jesus, the Son of God was dead. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Pull the three nails and the cross out of the load.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Satan's method of destruction-3 nails and two boards. But Satan did not understand God's math.&lt;br /&gt;He thought 3 nails would hold Jesus to those splintered,&lt;br /&gt;rough boards fashioned into a crude cross. But it took a&lt;br /&gt;force more powerful than nails to hold Jesus to the cross.&lt;br /&gt;Only love was that powerful. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satan didn't realize that 3 nails, plus 2 boards does not equal five. Not&lt;br /&gt;this time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's do the math. (Tear the bottom off the cross so you have a plus sign in&lt;br /&gt;one hand and a minus sign in the other)&lt;/span&gt;3 nails, plus 2 boards&lt;br /&gt;equals 5; if that were the end of the story. But it's not&lt;br /&gt;the end. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something happened on that cross. Something Satan didn't&lt;br /&gt;anticipate. Jesus paid the penalty of sin. With His precious&lt;br /&gt;blood He paid the price to take away the guilt of sin&lt;br /&gt;once and for all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's do the math again 3nails plus 2 boards equals&lt;br /&gt;5; take away the guilt of sin equals four (for)-given.&lt;br /&gt;Satan didn't understand God's math. You see with Christ's&lt;br /&gt;death on the cross, He subtracted (took away) the penalty of&lt;br /&gt;sin. He subtracted (took away) your sickness. He subtracted&lt;br /&gt;(took away) your fear. He paid the debt of sin with His&lt;br /&gt;life, so you could go free from sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satan thought a cross and 3 nails could&lt;br /&gt;reduce Jesus to a zero-a nothing. Satan thought death&lt;br /&gt;was the end of the Son of God, but not even death could hold&lt;br /&gt;Jesus; because He had never sinned. Jesus broke the power of&lt;br /&gt;death when He paid its penalty with the precious gift&lt;br /&gt;of His blood. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This amazing feat of victory, snatched from the jaws&lt;br /&gt;of defeat was possible because Satan couldn't take what&lt;br /&gt;Jesus had already freely given. Jesus laid down his life as&lt;br /&gt;a substitute for mankind, because Jesus loved you so much,&lt;br /&gt;He laid his life down freely, He redeemed mankind from sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God's message of the cross does not end with the things&lt;br /&gt;he subtracted. The cross is also a place of addition. Jesus&lt;br /&gt;came to give...to add to your life. He came to add life and&lt;br /&gt;that life more abundant. He came to add peace, to add joy to&lt;br /&gt;add eternal life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The message of the cross goes beyond subtraction and&lt;br /&gt;addition. Because Jesus never sinned death could not hold&lt;br /&gt;him. On the third day God raised Jesus from the dead and&lt;br /&gt;brought Him back to life. Think about that. Dead for three&lt;br /&gt;days yet God gives Him life. God is all powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a&lt;br /&gt;loving, awesome God would send His precious Son to die so&lt;br /&gt;you could be born into His family; so multiplication could&lt;br /&gt;take place; so many sons could become joint heirs, enjoying&lt;br /&gt;the privileges that belong to a member of God's family.&lt;br /&gt;Now you can have&lt;br /&gt;Life-- abundant life. God wants you to enjoy eternal life.&lt;br /&gt;The God kind of life that can only comes from knowing and&lt;br /&gt;making Jesus Lord of your life. Receive His gift. Receive&lt;br /&gt;Jesus as your Savior. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&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/5855822909306138117-7828869403923182429?l=letusteachkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.letusteachkids.com/outlines/News.htm' title='God&apos;s Math'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7828869403923182429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855822909306138117&amp;postID=7828869403923182429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/7828869403923182429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/7828869403923182429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/2009/03/gods-math.html' title='God&apos;s Math'/><author><name>Pat Holland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953476790936455266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYdHFsYrGaI/AAAAAAAAADc/G5ZnRHzuKrk/S220/pat+in+blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855822909306138117.post-7212559410603661613</id><published>2009-03-03T20:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:37:22.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/Sa3k-qS-h2I/AAAAAAAAAEc/qOVrOZ0xC6s/s1600-h/cabin+covered+in+snow.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309151300896589666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/Sa3k-qS-h2I/AAAAAAAAAEc/qOVrOZ0xC6s/s320/cabin+covered+in+snow.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It snowed in the mountains Sunday. The only time it has snowed at our house the entire winter. While it wasn’t a blizzard, the snow continued all day. I wish I could have been there. I love the snow. It would have been perfect cuddling weather too. I was ministering at the West Florida District Christian Education conference. It was a great weekend. I got to catch up with old friends and teach some workshops. I even got to preach at my dear friend, Pastor Alice Burdeshaw’s church. They are such good folks. That is my idea of an awesome weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayne sent me a picture of the dazzling beauty of the pure, white snow. Snow is so white that it is used as a metaphor in Isaiah 18:1 niv "Come now, let us reason together," says the LORD. "Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to imagine how white it really is until you have something to compare it too. A man looked out his window and saw a little dog bouncing and playing in the snow. What was that dingy, dog doing in his yard,” was his first thought. Then he realized it was his own little dog that he had always groomed and kept perfectly clean. The dog only looked dingy when compared to the brilliantly white snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure white, white as snow…white a symbol of purity and righteousness. How can that purity be attained? Trying really, really hard to do the right thing? Going to church? Moving away from everyone and everything that is impure—maybe like a cabin in the woods with no neighbors? No, while all these things are good, they won’t make you as white as snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have all sinned, all of us. Those sins keep us from attaining the goal or hitting God’s mark of being righteous. But through the gift of God’s Son, Jesus, we can be forgiven. We can be pure, like snow. Not because we earned it, but because Jesus freely gave His life so we could be saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This routine was written to be used with the &lt;a href="http://store.letusteachkids.com/servlet/Detail?no=3987&amp;amp;sfs=e7b69690"&gt;Color Changing Rope&lt;/a&gt;. An easy to use magic trick to illustrate the salvation message. Use it for Easter or anytime you want a salvation visual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855822909306138117-7212559410603661613?l=letusteachkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://store.letusteachkids.com/servlet/Detail?no=3987&amp;sfs=e7b69690' title='Snow'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://store.letusteachkids.com/servlet/Detail?no=3987&amp;sfs=e7b69690' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7212559410603661613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855822909306138117&amp;postID=7212559410603661613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/7212559410603661613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/7212559410603661613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/2009/03/snow.html' title='Snow'/><author><name>Pat Holland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953476790936455266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYdHFsYrGaI/AAAAAAAAADc/G5ZnRHzuKrk/S220/pat+in+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/Sa3k-qS-h2I/AAAAAAAAAEc/qOVrOZ0xC6s/s72-c/cabin+covered+in+snow.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855822909306138117.post-611817351400584952</id><published>2009-02-24T10:16:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T08:46:40.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashlyn is Dedicated</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SaQUj13qXAI/AAAAAAAAAEU/eMEaTFnQKLE/s1600-h/ash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306388866937805826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SaQUj13qXAI/AAAAAAAAAEU/eMEaTFnQKLE/s320/ash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby dedications are always special. Adorable babies. Precocious toddlers. Optimistic young adults, whom, by the way, look too young to be parents, embarking on a life-long parenting journey. A baby dedication is more than a pageant. More than a ceremony. It is a sacred commitment to raise this child in a way that is pleasing to God. A baby dedication is an act of faith and community that as a parent, you are partnering with God to train and equip that precious gift for life. Equipping them for dual life-abundant life on Earth and eternal life in Heaven. At every dedication, I always pray passionately as each child is introduced to the congregation, because as a mother and now a grandmother, I understand the grave responsibility entrusted to each parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many times I have wished that an instruction manual was attached to the other end of the umbilici cord. A manual that would help me know how to nurture this child effectively. The love part came easy, the patience and skills were more difficult.&lt;br /&gt;But as I look back I really did have a parenting manual- precious Holy Spirit. Each child was unique. Each child was a treasure that has continued to unfold with each stage of growth and development-even through adulthood. Each child kept me on my knees. They kept me in the Word. How do I handle this situation? How can I help them understand? How can I help them know God better? How can I get them to eat their peas or say please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parenting can be terrifying and exhilarating! But it must be done with faith. Faith that these kids are good kids. Faith that God is good and wants to help you! Faith that is modeled and lived out at home, at church and in real life. Faith that God is big enough to be God in their lives too! Faith that God will keep them and guide them. Faith that God’s great love will draw them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SaQUjja_-KI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-7VaVJ7E-k0/s1600-h/Baby+Dedication+Feb.+2009+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306388861985749154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SaQUjja_-KI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-7VaVJ7E-k0/s320/Baby+Dedication+Feb.+2009+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And back to my original point. Even though baby dedications are always special, the baby dedication the last Sunday in February was very special. My 3rd grandchild, Ashlyn Joy was dedicated to God. She was so beautiful! I love the way her face and eyes light up when she laughs and smiles. She looks like both her brother and sister, which makes her sister very happy. Her brother doesn’t care who she looks like. Babies are such a joy-especially when they are your grandbaby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies are important part of the church and Sunday school. While it is ultimately the parent’s job to raise the child as a church we must partner with parents to help them develop adults equipped for both life and eternal life.&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/5855822909306138117-611817351400584952?l=letusteachkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/feeds/611817351400584952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855822909306138117&amp;postID=611817351400584952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/611817351400584952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/611817351400584952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/2009/02/ashlyn-is-dedicated.html' title='Ashlyn is Dedicated'/><author><name>Pat Holland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953476790936455266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYdHFsYrGaI/AAAAAAAAADc/G5ZnRHzuKrk/S220/pat+in+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SaQUj13qXAI/AAAAAAAAAEU/eMEaTFnQKLE/s72-c/ash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855822909306138117.post-6078683788293960531</id><published>2009-02-02T14:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:11:53.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwrap the Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYe1IYBRNLI/AAAAAAAAAEE/TyHzWieCj-c/s1600-h/Cabin+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298402642116031666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYe1IYBRNLI/AAAAAAAAAEE/TyHzWieCj-c/s320/Cabin+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unwrapping presents had rules at my house:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Don't crush the bow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Don't tear the paper; it can be reused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the kids came along the rules changed:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Only one person at a time can open a present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. The others have to watch while it is being opened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My son reminded me recently of other rules we had:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Wait until the coffee is ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Really, wait until the coffee is ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He still feels the sting of that perceived abuse and suggests that we could have set the timer on the pot to be ready the next morning when we got up. (Actually, we didn't have such a thing back then.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whether it was child abuse to make them wait or a horrible addiction to caffeine, the fact remains they waited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One by one each gift was torn open with joy and laughter as the paper and bows were left for me to clean up. After the last gift was opened the kids ran to their rooms to play and I scrambled to the kitchen for more coffee and dinner preparation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe you're thinking what's going on here? Christmas is long gone. Even the old man, excuse me, the older gentleman down the street has removed the last light. I want to remind you to unwrap your gift. When you put away the decorations, you didn't put away your gift did you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you remember to unwrap it? Now that all the hustle and bustle is over and even now that the super bowl is behind us, did you remember to unwrap it? The gift I'm refering to is the gift of His peace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is a gift I refuse to put away this year. I keep going back and picking it up. In the face of all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;turmoil&lt;/span&gt; around me I choose to trust Him. In the face of financial struggles, downsizing and businesses closing, I choose to live in peace. Jesus came to give us peace, but peace is a choice. David said, what time I am afraid I will trust.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I choose, like David, to trust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855822909306138117-6078683788293960531?l=letusteachkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6078683788293960531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855822909306138117&amp;postID=6078683788293960531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/6078683788293960531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/6078683788293960531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/2009/02/unwrap-gift.html' title='Unwrap the Gift'/><author><name>Pat Holland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953476790936455266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYdHFsYrGaI/AAAAAAAAADc/G5ZnRHzuKrk/S220/pat+in+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYe1IYBRNLI/AAAAAAAAAEE/TyHzWieCj-c/s72-c/Cabin+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855822909306138117.post-6288802174503267891</id><published>2008-11-14T12:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T12:54:01.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Visual</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SR26kDiG46I/AAAAAAAAADQ/xINbFP4GXCA/s1600-h/Cabin+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268572267679769506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SR26kDiG46I/AAAAAAAAADQ/xINbFP4GXCA/s320/Cabin+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have to see the beauty of a mountain sunset to really understand how spectacular they are, but a picture can help. Visuals help us see and understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is so important that our children discover the truths conveyed in simple Bible stories. But if we bore them to tears, they won't hear us or the message our stories carry. We must grab their attention and convey the message effectively if we want them to grasp the truth we love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a visual of your class listening and learning and in that visual, you’ll be using good visuals. But hold everything. I know how busy just living life can be these days. Maybe you’ have asked, “With so many balls to juggle everyday, is adding visuals to my class really necessary? I would have to answer with a resounding, “Yes. Visuals are necessary. Visuals play a vital role in impacting your audience.” If you want to make Bible stories come alive, then you need to use visuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God used visuals throughout the Bible. So many of the Bible stories use visuals as illustrations. I would call Ezekiel the object lesson book of the Bible. The tabernacle is a visual aid on a grand and glorious scale. Jesus used visuals when he spoke to farmers about seeds or the lost coin or when He asked the woman at the well for a drink of water. I believe Jesus was the ultimate master teacher and He established a pattern for modern teachers to use when He used visuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visuals unlock understanding. In the parable of the sower, Jesus used four types of soil to explain the kingdom of God to His disciples. In all of the soil types the seed sprang up and grew except one. The seeds only lay on the hard ground and the birds gobbled the seeds. Do you remember what the meaning of the hard ground was? Jesus explained, “The hearer did not understand.” Brain research has proven that your brain dumps 90% of everything you do not understand. When people leave our classrooms without understanding the message or truth we have presented, then their brain dumps 90% of that information. That makes teaching for understanding essential. Visuals help you teach for understanding. The old adage, “A picture is worth a thousand words,” really is true. &lt;a href="http://www.letusteachkids.com/felts/felt.htm"&gt;Read the remainder of this article...&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/5855822909306138117-6288802174503267891?l=letusteachkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6288802174503267891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855822909306138117&amp;postID=6288802174503267891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/6288802174503267891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/6288802174503267891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/2008/11/get-visual.html' title='Get Visual'/><author><name>Pat Holland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953476790936455266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYdHFsYrGaI/AAAAAAAAADc/G5ZnRHzuKrk/S220/pat+in+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SR26kDiG46I/AAAAAAAAADQ/xINbFP4GXCA/s72-c/Cabin+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855822909306138117.post-4954205825894975383</id><published>2008-11-01T06:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T07:39:12.504-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer That Works</title><content type='html'>If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and heal their land. 2 Chronicles 7:14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If-&lt;br /&gt;There it is, that enormous two letter word –if. God’s promises have conditions. If we want to receive the promise, then we must meet His requirements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…my people, which are called by my name-&lt;br /&gt;God is not talking to the sinner, He is talking to His children- Christian. Sometimes we get caught in the trap of thinking, "If those rotten sinners would change…God says if my people.&lt;br /&gt;…shall humble themselves- Wait a minute, humble-me? We would rather strut than struggle in prayer. Isn’t there another way, one that will glorify the flesh instead of crucify it? But God says if we will humble ourselves and….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…and pray-&lt;br /&gt;How long has it been since you wept over the children in your class? I wonder if maybe one reason we don’t see more lasting fruit is because we have lost our passion to pray? You wouldn’t think of going out every afternoon to look for ripe tomatoes in the garden if you had never planted any tomatoes. Why do we expect to reap a spiritual harvest when we have not done the things God requires to receive that harvest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…and seek my face-&lt;br /&gt;This denotes intimacy. This is a place where we know God, we know His will and His desires become ours. Psalms 103:7 "He made know His ways to Moses, his acts to the children of Israel." Israel saw what God could do, but they didn’t know God. You can know God, if you are willing to pay the price to seek His face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended a ladies conference when my children were young. It was nice to get a way with other young mothers. After the service, we began to cut up and play silly pranks on each other. After a while, one young mother excused herself. "I need to get to bed, I pray at 5:00 every morning. Somebody asked why she needed to pray with all the spiritual emphasis of the conference. She explained, "I haven’t always had a regular prayer time, but one night in a dream. I saw Jesus crying. I asked Him, "Why are you crying?" He said, "I want to spend time with you and you re always busy." That was a turning point in my life, now I spend time with Him every morning. It’s just our time to be together." We can’t know Him, if we don’t spend time with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…and turn from their wicked ways-&lt;br /&gt;Do we really have to talk about this one? If we want results we must turn from our sins of unbelief. We must turn from the sins of omission and commission that would rob and defeat us. It is a loving father, not a cruel judge that demands that we release the poisonous snake of sin that brings death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…then&lt;br /&gt;We don't pray to fill a required time slot. We pray to get results. We must pray expecting. That is why praying the scriptures is so important. What does the Bible say about the situation you are walking through? What are the promises that you can wrap your faith around as you approach the throne of God's mercy and grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I discovered an amazing site with scriptural references to guide a believer as they pray for the American Presidential election. &lt;a href="http://http//www.presidentialprayerteam.org/site/PageServer?pagename=ptv_res_whattopray"&gt;Pray the Vote&lt;/a&gt; This page contains scriptures to pray or you can click on the daily prayer to see specific prayer guides for each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  &lt;a href="http://america.http//www.presidentialprayerteam.org/site/PageServer?pagename=ppt_homepage"&gt;Presidential Prayer Team&lt;/a&gt;  page is a guide to pray for the president and his activities daily. This is a great prayer resource regardless of who wins the election because the new president is going to be facing some critical issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we are not hearing from heaven, maybe we need to check our schedules. Have we made time for God or have all the good things we do as teachers and children’s pastors crowded Jesus out. We must have a personal relationship with Jesus and that only comes when we make room for Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…will I hear from heaven&lt;br /&gt;God promises that He will hear us. God’s ears are tuned to hear your prayer. Prayer is the key to the all of heaven’s resources. Faith turns the key. Go to the scriptures for your need. When you pray the scriptures, you’ll have the confidence to believe God for what you are asking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…and will forgive their sin- Are you sick of the crime that has infested our land? Are you sick of shooting in our schools and the garbage on the television. It’s time to do something about it besides gripe. It’s time to pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…and heal their land-&lt;br /&gt;We experienced a drought in Florida. Even though we are on a private well we could only water our lawns twice a week. Every time I walked in my yard, my wilted flowers reminded me to pray for rain. And when I prayed for rain, I prayed for revival to sweep this land. Only the rain of God's spirit will quench the spiritual thirst in our land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Welsh revival, the Charles Finney revivals and all the revivals where great numbers were saved came as a result of prayer. I want to encourage you that God has awesome plans for the children of your city. I believe God wants to raise a Joshua generation. A generation of children that will believe and receive the promises of God. But it will not happen unless the Moses’, the leaders, the teachers, God’s people begin to pray and turn from their sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See resources to help you &lt;a href="http://www.letusteachkids.com/news/prayer.htm"&gt;teach children to pray&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855822909306138117-4954205825894975383?l=letusteachkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4954205825894975383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855822909306138117&amp;postID=4954205825894975383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/4954205825894975383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/4954205825894975383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/2008/11/prayer-that-works.html' title='Prayer That Works'/><author><name>Pat Holland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953476790936455266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYdHFsYrGaI/AAAAAAAAADc/G5ZnRHzuKrk/S220/pat+in+blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855822909306138117.post-3609407157137958815</id><published>2008-10-22T09:46:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T09:15:39.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids are Worried Too!</title><content type='html'>These days I find myself glued to the TV screen. I'm apprehensive, yet hopeful of hearing some good news, but none is forth coming. Even as an adult I must redirect my focus from the local/national news to the Good News. Just as God took care of the children of Israel in Goshen, He will take care of His children today. I refuse to embrace fear. Instead, I embrace faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what about our children? They are also hearing the news. They are feeling the crunch. They are fearful. God never intended for believers to be engulfed by fear. He sent Jesus, the Prince of Peace, to provide freedom from fear. But, how can we have peace in troubled times? Is peace really possible when the news is so bad? Absolutely! Peace can and should be a believers reality, even in troubled times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Halloween is a great time to talk about fear, especially this year. Children need real answers on how to have peace in troubled times. Here are some thoughts and suggestions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Teach your children to ask for peace. They need the Prince of Peace to fill their hearts with Peace.&lt;br /&gt;2. Purposefully redirect their focus from the Bad News to the Good News-the promises of God. Give them specific promises to memorize and meditate upon. Share Bible stories and modern stories of the protection and provision of God. Teach them how to find specific promises from the Bible for the things that trouble them.&lt;br /&gt;3. Teach them to guard their thoughts and to pray the scriptures aloud when fearful thoughts come and to pray the solution, not the problem.&lt;br /&gt;4. Teach them to trust God.&lt;br /&gt;5. Lastly, help them develop an attitude of gratitude, continually expressing thanks to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have some wonderful resources to help you teach on peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://store.letusteachkids.com/servlet/Detail?no=3292"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://store.letusteachkids.com/catalog/oeye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://store.letusteachkids.com/servlet/Detail?no=3292"&gt;Eyeball&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Icky, yucky eyeball? No way! Powerful effective object lesson to remind us of God's watchful eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://store.letusteachkids.com/servlet/Detail?no=3377"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://store.letusteachkids.com/servlet/Detail?no=3377"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://store.letusteachkids.com/catalog/inthenews.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://store.letusteachkids.com/servlet/Detail?no=3377"&gt;In The News &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you tired of all the bad news in the papers? With this truly &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt;amazing trick you'll pour water into the paper, open the paper to show the dry pages inside and then pour the water out into a glass. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://store.letusteachkids.com/servlet/Detail?no=3303"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://store.letusteachkids.com/catalog/omissing-Peace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://store.letusteachkids.com/servlet/Detail?no=3303"&gt;Missing Peace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our Gospel Dollar has been cut into four pieces. If you assemble the pieces with the back (green side) showing, the four pieces make a complete dollar bill. If you turn them over and assemble them with the front showing (the black side), there is a rectangular piece missing in the center. Remember- the spectator is the one who does the actual assembling of the pieces. The surprise comes when spectator assembles the face-up bill and it has a hole in it. Jesus' picture is missing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855822909306138117-3609407157137958815?l=letusteachkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/feeds/3609407157137958815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855822909306138117&amp;postID=3609407157137958815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/3609407157137958815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/3609407157137958815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/2008/10/kids-are-worried-too.html' title='Kids are Worried Too!'/><author><name>Pat Holland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953476790936455266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYdHFsYrGaI/AAAAAAAAADc/G5ZnRHzuKrk/S220/pat+in+blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855822909306138117.post-1840690383372984629</id><published>2008-10-01T13:37:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T16:41:11.508-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving Tracks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SOPKNkIVvrI/AAAAAAAAADI/pGpr6r9QLL4/s1600-h/Cabin+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SOPJaC6K6_I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eeeqxejNtUs/s1600-h/Cabin+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252263039738768370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SOPJaC6K6_I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eeeqxejNtUs/s320/Cabin+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunday afternoon we took a short hike through the woods. The leaves are turning colors. The temperature was perfect. The mountains were glorious! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We crossed a mud road that looked like turkeys must have held a square dance. Turkey tracks crisscrossed the road in every direction. Either they found a mud hole to drink from or a breakfast treat in the mud in the road! The road had far too many turkey tracks for a casual crossing. The roadway told of deer gatherings and a single raccoon crossing as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SOPKNCeEB_I/AAAAAAAAADA/X_dsFYcaaqU/s1600-h/Cabin+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252263915794204658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SOPKNCeEB_I/AAAAAAAAADA/X_dsFYcaaqU/s320/Cabin+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've seen all these animals often as we walk or drive through the mountains, then we saw the unexpected. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wayne spotted them first- it was bear tracks. Bear tracks on the same road we were hiking. We don't see those too often--thank goodness! I was so excited to see bear tracks that I had to call my grandchildren to tell them about our adventure. They wanted to join us, but their mama had a different opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I stooped to look at the tracks and take a picture, I realized the tracks are not a deliberate activity for the animal. They don't plan to leave their tracks in the road, like the squirrels or deers plot havoc in the insurance commercial, which is, by the way, one of my favorite commercials. It's just what happens when they cross or travel down a muddy road. They leave tracks as they move down the path. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's what you do in the lives of your children or the children you minister to--you leave tracts. You are making an impression whether intentional or not. You are impacting the lives either for good or evil by your attitudes and choices. Yes, and let's not forget what you say and how you say it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walk carefully...you are leaving tracks on a life of a child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I talk more about tracks in my "Train'em Right &lt;a no="'3877"&gt;CD &lt;/a&gt;or also available in &lt;a no="'3891"&gt;DVD &lt;/a&gt;. It is a motivational teaching for parents and children's ministry leaders to follow Jesus' tracks so they can help children follow Jesus tracks as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5855822909306138117-1840690383372984629?l=letusteachkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://store.letusteachkids.com/servlet/Detail?no=3877' title='Leaving Tracks'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1840690383372984629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855822909306138117&amp;postID=1840690383372984629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/1840690383372984629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/1840690383372984629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/2008/10/leaving-tracks.html' title='Leaving Tracks'/><author><name>Pat Holland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953476790936455266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYdHFsYrGaI/AAAAAAAAADc/G5ZnRHzuKrk/S220/pat+in+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SOPJaC6K6_I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eeeqxejNtUs/s72-c/Cabin+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855822909306138117.post-3727976966776181789</id><published>2008-09-26T15:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T17:13:02.772-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad News</title><content type='html'>It's a rainy, dreary day in North Carolina. Yes, we need the rain. And yes the rain is a good thing. But the fog and overcast skies make me feel bleak-like the news. The news plastered on every channel and the headlines on every newspaper is dreadfully bleak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America is facing both an economic and energy crisis. Never in my life time have we faced circumstances as critical as the ones we face now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand we are in crisis, but I refuse to play the blame game, instead I choose to become part of the solution. I join the ranks of believers like King David who declared, "What time I am afraid, I will trust in you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lift my eyes off the circumstances to the promises of God's Word in &lt;a href="javascript:verseResultsPage("&gt;2 Chronicles 7:14 NIV&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and will heal their land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to pray, not worry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855822909306138117-3727976966776181789?l=letusteachkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='text/html' href='http://www.letusteachkids.com/magic/news.htm' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/feeds/3727976966776181789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855822909306138117&amp;postID=3727976966776181789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/3727976966776181789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855822909306138117/posts/default/3727976966776181789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letusteachkids.blogspot.com/2008/09/bad-news.html' title='Bad News'/><author><name>Pat Holland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953476790936455266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWom689eqw/SYdHFsYrGaI/AAAAAAAAADc/G5ZnRHzuKrk/S220/pat+in+blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
