<?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-8687175221936298069</id><updated>2012-02-15T01:33:53.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maralee Dawn</title><subtitle type='html'>News and updates about Maralee Dawn and Friends!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-987984285671789386</id><published>2012-02-15T01:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T01:33:53.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Computer Repairing in London UK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;font-weight:normal;letter-spacing:normal;line-height:normal;text-indent:0px;text-transform:none;white-space:normal;word-spacing:0px;font-size:small"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Online &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Computer Repairing &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;is not a new concept , It has been popular for years. 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According to Chambers we can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="line-height: 17px; font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; "&gt; think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; "&gt;our way out of practical problems (that would be my specialty) but if we try to do so in spiritual matters we will think our selves into &amp;quot;Cotton wool&amp;quot; ...yikes I have visions of me in a jar of cotton batton! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-repeat: initial; background-color: yellow; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; "&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; "&gt;! Yes I&amp;#39;ve been there and done that! In conclusion: Chambers states that to have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="line-height: 17px; font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; "&gt;clear vision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; "&gt; we need the Holy Spirit to reveal the area (or areas) that we need to bring into obedience and then things will be &amp;quot;simplified and clear&amp;quot;. Sigh. It catapults me back to my childhood and the song ...&amp;quot;Trust and obey for there&amp;#39;s no other way to be happy in Jesus, but to trust and obey.&amp;quot; How elementary is that? How simple? I will carry that melody with me, as I start my day with humility and prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#2A2A2A" face="Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#2A2A2A" face="Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; line-height: 17px; "&gt;My desire today is to live this verse, and so I &amp;quot;pull focus&amp;quot; (a media term used in filming)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#2A2A2A" face="Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); "&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large; "&gt;John 17:4 &amp;quot;I have brought you glory on earth by completing the work you have given me to do.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-8616022097072184762?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8616022097072184762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=8616022097072184762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/8616022097072184762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/8616022097072184762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2010/09/thank-you-mr-chambers.html' title='Thank you Mr Chambers!'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-710272137396415809</id><published>2010-03-25T15:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T15:13:39.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } --&gt;&lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; Today on a devotional site called The Catch of the Day I was inspired by the following...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; "&gt;God doesn't want your ability as much as he wants your availability.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We shine in our abilities; God shines in our availability.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Our ability makes us strong; our availability makes us vulnerable.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;People are impressed with our abilities; God is impressed with our availability.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Practice improves our ability; faith improves our availability.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="Verdana, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="Verdana, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;I am vulnerable and ready for the Lord to use me. I am now stepping out in faith into a new arena as I welcome two foster youth into my home next week. A little jittery, but full of "availablity". Big smile. Can't wait to see what God will do... with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="Verdana, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you sense the challenge in your own life too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-710272137396415809?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/710272137396415809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=710272137396415809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/710272137396415809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/710272137396415809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2010/03/today-on-devotional-site-called-catch.html' title=''/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-4205905417546720427</id><published>2010-01-06T07:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T07:49:52.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010...starting the year with ...love</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } --&gt;&lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;God has sent us His love through Jesus...his one and only son. I was corresponding with a friend and&lt;div&gt;penned the following...&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;div class="ecxnH"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxh7  " style="padding-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div class="ecxBk" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); margin-bottom: 10px; float: left; width: 765px; "&gt;&lt;div class="ecxG3" style="zoom: 1; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(239, 239, 239); border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(239, 239, 239); margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; overflow-x: visible; overflow-y: visible; "&gt;&lt;div class="ecxG2" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(188, 188, 188); border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(188, 188, 188); border-top-width: 0px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;div class="ecxnH"&gt;&lt;div id="ecx:lu"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxHprMsc"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxgs"&gt;&lt;div id="ecx:i1" class="ecxii ecxgt" style="font-size: 13px; margin-right: 15px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 15px; padding-bottom: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;John 21:15..."Jesus said...Do you love me....? "Yes Lord, he said, "You know that I love you" Jesus said "Feed my lambs."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read several chapters in John today but these are the verses that jumped iinto my soul...what a priviledge, what joy that He could use broken people like me (and you) what incredible grace. I am so blessed, highly favored and greatly loved!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so are you...have a great day, and may His presense be your daily reward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my friend responded with...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;font class="ecxApple-style-span" face="'Comic Sans MS'" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;Good morning, or should I say Good Dawn (Maralee Dawn) ?&lt;br style="text-indent: 0in !important; "&gt;&lt;br style="text-indent: 0in !important; "&gt;Maralee, this is one of my favourite passages.&lt;br style="text-indent: 0in !important; "&gt;&lt;br style="text-indent: 0in !important; "&gt;Did you know that the word agape used in the first two questions is the word used to translate the Hebrew word hesed. Hesed means covenant love.&lt;br style="text-indent: 0in !important; "&gt;&lt;br style="text-indent: 0in !important; "&gt;So for Peter, who had failed at covenant love, was still being asked by Jesus to love him with the best love that Peter could love him with. And, although Peter had failed in his commitment of covenant love to Jesus, Peter was still worthy to feed his lambs.&lt;br style="text-indent: 0in !important; "&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br style="text-indent: 0in !important; "&gt;&lt;font class="ecxApple-style-span" face="'Comic Sans MS'" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;This passage just overwhelms me every time I read it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br style="text-indent: 0in !important; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray that these two letters will ... bless and encourage you today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Jesus name...warmly Maralee &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-4205905417546720427?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4205905417546720427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=4205905417546720427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/4205905417546720427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/4205905417546720427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010starting-year-with-love.html' title='2010...starting the year with ...love'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-164412967180804993</id><published>2010-01-06T07:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T07:40:59.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting 2010 with... Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x4r4oSnmSlU/S0SvDLxa5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/J2kguIqBEUQ/s1600-h/CIMG3105-759628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x4r4oSnmSlU/S0SvDLxa5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/J2kguIqBEUQ/s320/CIMG3105-759628.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423652320495461410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } --&gt;&lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; God has sent us His love through Jesus...his one and only son. I was corresponding with a friend and&lt;div&gt;penned the following...&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;div class="nH"&gt;&lt;div class="h7  " style="padding-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div class="Bk" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); margin-bottom: 10px; float: left; width: 765px; "&gt;&lt;div class="G3" style="zoom: 1; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(239, 239, 239); border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(239, 239, 239); position: relative; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; overflow-x: visible; overflow-y: visible; "&gt;&lt;div class="G2" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(188, 188, 188); border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(188, 188, 188); border-top-width: 0px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;div class="nH"&gt;&lt;div id=":lu"&gt;&lt;div class="HprMsc"&gt;&lt;div class="gs"&gt;&lt;div id=":i1" class="ii gt" style="font-size: 13px; margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 15px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 15px; padding-bottom: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;John 21:15..."Jesus said...Do you love me....? "Yes Lord, he said, "You know that I love you" Jesus said "Feed my lambs."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read several chapters in John today but these are the verses that jumped iinto my soul...what a priviledge, what joy that He could use broken people like me (and you) what incredible grace. I am so blessed, highly favored and greatly loved!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so are you...have a great day, and may His presense be your daily reward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my friend responded with...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;Good morning, or should I say Good Dawn (Maralee Dawn) ?&lt;br style="text-indent: 0in !important; "&gt;&lt;br style="text-indent: 0in !important; "&gt;Maralee, this is one of my favourite passages.&lt;br style="text-indent: 0in !important; "&gt;&lt;br style="text-indent: 0in !important; "&gt;Did you know that the word agape used in the first two questions is the word used to translate the Hebrew word hesed. Hesed means covenant love.&lt;br style="text-indent: 0in !important; "&gt;&lt;br style="text-indent: 0in !important; "&gt;So for Peter, who had failed at covenant love, was still being asked by Jesus to love him with the best love that Peter could love him with. And, although Peter had failed in his commitment of covenant love to Jesus, Peter was still worthy to feed his lambs.&lt;br style="text-indent: 0in !important; "&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br style="text-indent: 0in !important; "&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;This passage just overwhelms me every time I read it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br style="text-indent: 0in !important; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray that these two letters will ... bless and encourage you today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Jesus name...warmly Maralee &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-164412967180804993?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/164412967180804993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=164412967180804993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/164412967180804993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/164412967180804993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2010/01/starting-2010-with-love.html' title='Starting 2010 with... Love'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x4r4oSnmSlU/S0SvDLxa5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/J2kguIqBEUQ/s72-c/CIMG3105-759628.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-6850061784104447464</id><published>2009-12-20T22:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T22:05:05.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston is so pretty wrapped in a Blanket of Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } --&gt;&lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; &lt;br&gt;I am so thrilled to be here and to see the snow fall today. It changed the ambience overnight! Now the back gas lanterns with the green wreaths and big red bows look so nostalgic...like England...after all this is called New England (Boston well Massachusetts, Main, Vermont, New Hamshire, and Conneticut) ... smile, I think I have them all. It is a pretty picture perfect setting, tomorrow I will try to post a photo. And one of the twins too, and their big sister! We are having so much fun with 1 yr old twins and a 3 yr old...the nights are long with babies waking up though! One soon forgets what sleep depervation is like...how these Mom's manage is beyond me. I can go home and catch up on my sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-6850061784104447464?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6850061784104447464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=6850061784104447464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/6850061784104447464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/6850061784104447464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2009/12/boston-is-so-pretty-wrapped-in-blanket.html' title='Boston is so pretty wrapped in a Blanket of Snow'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-395208439424631355</id><published>2009-12-03T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T18:00:59.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you hear, or can 'your Spirit' hear when you are in a coma?</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } --&gt;&lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; My brother Marty and I chatted on the phone a couple of days ago from his home where he is convalescing. Now I am convinced that while he was in hospital in a coma his Spirit was connecting with me and this is why;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was by his side for 4-5 days, he tells me he did not know I was there until his family told him so after he came out of the coma. At the time I had anointed him with oil, whispered in his ear, prayed intensely, sang to him ...and quoted scripture every day for hours (I could not take my Bible in because he had H1N1) I told him to "fight and to cry out to God". And he did. He now tells me that on at least three occasions while in the coma he called to me and said; "Maralee pray for me... pray as hard as you can". When we spoke the other day he said "thanks for doing what I told you to do"...big smile. I love him. What do you think ...was&amp;nbsp; his "Spirit Man" connecting with me? Beyond his intellect while in a coma? Is it possible that there is more to the Spirit realm that we can not see and do not understand? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-395208439424631355?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/395208439424631355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=395208439424631355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/395208439424631355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/395208439424631355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2009/12/can-you-hear-or-can-your-spirit-hear.html' title='Can you hear, or can &apos;your Spirit&apos; hear when you are in a coma?'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-4655152663845288557</id><published>2009-11-26T05:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T05:07:21.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avalanche Area Do Not Stop (part two)</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;In our life there are times that are like driving through the Rockie Mountains on winter roads. Poor visibility and lurking danger. Intense times of uncertainty and questioning. At those times, when it seems too difficult to press on, when inwardly I am desperate and feel I do not have the fortitude to move forward and all I want to do is pause or perhaps quit. But the Lord has a road sign that reads ..."Avalanche area do not stop" I must press on. Sigh. I must trust that this directional sign is for my good. There is more danger if I stop... I must keep going no matter how slow the pace. And then, and then there is the euphoric rush when I have made it through the pass, gone further then I thought possible, and I am on the other side...thanking God!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;Get a great deal on Windows 7 and see how it works the way you want. &lt;a href='http://go.microsoft.com/?linkid=9691812' target='_new'&gt;Check out the offers on Windows 7now.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-4655152663845288557?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4655152663845288557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=4655152663845288557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/4655152663845288557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/4655152663845288557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2009/11/avalanche-area-do-not-stop-part-two.html' title='Avalanche Area Do Not Stop (part two)'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-4405729890962725586</id><published>2009-11-23T22:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:37:19.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avalache Area Do Not Stop</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;When i pulled out of Gplden the roads looked clear but in just 10 short min that all changed. The visibility dropped drastically and the snow blinded my wind shield. I sighed and clenched the wheel. I did not want to drive on these wintery roads and mt shoulders rose slightly and my back stiffened, I whispered a prayer and clung to the wheel of the car praying for safety. God has been good and now I am safely home and very,very blessed.&lt;br&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;Windows Live: Keep your friends up to date &lt;a href='http://go.microsoft.com/?linkid=9691810' target='_new'&gt;with what you do online.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-4405729890962725586?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4405729890962725586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=4405729890962725586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/4405729890962725586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/4405729890962725586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2009/11/avalache-area-do-not-stop.html' title='Avalache Area Do Not Stop'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-50666736861934294</id><published>2009-11-13T00:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T00:52:50.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He will Always be my Little Brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tonight I fell on my knees beside my bed to petition the Lord, once again on behalf of Marty. Being as I am a visual person...in my minds eye I could picture him lying in the hospital bed, the eight medication bags hanging from chrome hooks on tall stands&amp;nbsp; to my left, and the connecting tubes running to Marts jugular on the right side of his throat. His dark, wavy, silver threaded hair, drenched from the perspiration as he rested unconsciously against the bleached white pillows. His arms and shoulders propped up with towels his daughter rolled and tenderly tucked around him for comfort. His month gaped open with white adhesive strapped across three tubes, adhering them to his beard and upper lip, which was blistered with dried blood. The large tube wedged between his lips was the respirator and it had a vacuum cleaner like hose that billowed gently in and out with each life sustaining breath. Then there was the small one with the cream colored "liquid dinner' going straight to his stomach... and the third, the ugliest, was sucking the poison from his lungs and filling the clear glass bottles, tucked behind the humming and colorfully blinking machines, filling up with gross brownish blood-stained gunk from his lungs... I think.&lt;br&gt;It hurt as I prayed...then the transformation happened. I saw him as this delightful little boy, his eyes were dancing with life and mischief, he was smiling..and laughting I saw him as "my little brother" and I wanted to hold him, protect him and most of all I was over whelmed with a strong, powerful love for him. With those wonderful pictures I forged into the realm of supernatural prayer, I entered the courts of the Lord as a warrior, a big sister doing battle, relentless battle and so I continue...I had to get up and come into my office and type this, it is so real tonight. I feel a sense, like when I was there in his room, and now over 1000 miles away I pray...and the miles evaporate. The spirit know no distance no barriors...and I thank God for this miracle. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;br&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;Get a great deal on Windows 7 and see how it works the way you want. &lt;a href='http://go.microsoft.com/?linkid=9691813' target='_new'&gt;See the Windows 7 offers now.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-50666736861934294?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/50666736861934294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=50666736861934294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/50666736861934294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/50666736861934294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2009/11/he-will-always-be-my-little-brother_13.html' title='He will Always be my Little Brother'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-435516365459856542</id><published>2009-11-13T00:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T00:50:26.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He will Always be ...my Little Brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tonight I fell on my knees beside my bed to petition the Lord, once again on behalf of Marty. Being as I am a visual person...in my minds eye I could picture him lying in the hospital bed, the eight medication bags hanging from chrome hooks on tall stands&amp;nbsp; to my left, and the connecting tubes running to Marts jugular on the right side of his throat. His dark, wavy, silver threaded hair, drenched from the perspiration as he rested unconsciously against the bleached white pillows. His arms and shoulders propped up with towels his daughter rolled and tenderly tucked around him for comfort. His month gaped open with white adhesive strapped across three tubes, adhering them to his beard and upper lip, which was blistered with dried blood. The large tube wedged between his lips was the respirator and it had a vacuum cleaner like hose that billowed gently in and out with each life sustaining breath. Then there was the small one with the cream colored "liquid dinner' going straight to his stomach... and the third, the ugliest, was sucking the poison from his lungs and filling the clear glass bottles, tucked behind the humming and colorfully blinking machines, filling up with gross brownish blood-stained gunk from his lungs... I think.&lt;br&gt;It hurt as I prayed...then the transformation happened. I saw him as this delightful little boy, his eyes were dancing with life and mischief, he was smiling..and laughting I saw him as "my little brother" and I wanted to hold him, protect him and most of all I was over whelmed with a strong, powerful love for him. With those wonderful pictures I forged into the realm of supernatural prayer, I entered the courts of the Lord as a warrior, a big sister doing battle, relentless battle and so I continue...I had to get up and come into my office and type this, it is so real tonight. I feel a sense, like when I was there in his room, and now over 1000 miles away I pray...and the miles evaporate. The spirit know no distance no barriors...and I thank God for this miracle. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;br&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;Windows Live: Make it easier for your friends to see  &lt;a href='http://go.microsoft.com/?linkid=9691811' target='_new'&gt;what you're up to on Facebook.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-435516365459856542?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/435516365459856542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=435516365459856542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/435516365459856542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/435516365459856542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2009/11/he-will-always-be-my-little-brother.html' title='He will Always be ...my Little Brother'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-1170827351288593813</id><published>2009-10-20T11:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T11:47:21.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every day Crystal</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } --&gt;&lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; This is a continuation of the &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fine China&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I will use crystal glasses every day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'll wear new clothes to go to the supermarket, if I feel like.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I won't save my special perfume for special occasions, I use it whenever I want to. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The words '&lt;i&gt;Someday.&lt;/i&gt;..' and ' &lt;i&gt;One Da&lt;/i&gt;y...' are fading away from my dictionary. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If it's worth seeing, listening to or doing, I want to see, listen or do it...&lt;i&gt; now!&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My niece Nikki sent this to me today (part of a much longer e mail) and I love it. Smile. In just a minute I am going to leave my computer to change into my Sunday clothes, put on my gold heirloom necklace from my mom, and splash on the exquisite perfume gift that I have been using sparingly, for special occasions. Sigh. Just thinking about it makes my heart skip. And then I will go and sip a glass of&lt;i&gt; Mona Vie&lt;/i&gt; from my crystal goblet. Let this be a new beginning...that I would live each day as not just saying... "I am blessed and highly favored" but living it out. Big smile. I shall walk my talk. How about you? Any changes in sight?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-1170827351288593813?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1170827351288593813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=1170827351288593813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/1170827351288593813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/1170827351288593813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2009/10/every-day-crystal.html' title='Every day Crystal'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-1324387331874625300</id><published>2009-10-15T09:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T09:39:45.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fine China..mine is Royal Albert Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x4r4oSnmSlU/StdQUvrjdOI/AAAAAAAAADA/OupMVa4wfdI/s1600-h/CIMG2719_2-785100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x4r4oSnmSlU/StdQUvrjdOI/AAAAAAAAADA/OupMVa4wfdI/s320/CIMG2719_2-785100.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392867396126209250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My friend Daryl told the story about a mother who used her fine china &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;every day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. His illustration included how one day that mother became a grandma and shared with her grand daughter why some of her china had chips and one plate in particular had been broken to pieces and the salvage was glued back together. It happened when the little girls mother was 7 years of age and was so excited because guests were coming to see her new baby brother, she dropped the plate! Together,mother and daughter, with painstaking effort, patch the plate like gluing a puzzle. The beauty in this scenario was that the mother never "lost her temper" but focused on the "journey of repairing it" and now with the precious memory of that journey, she held the treasured... fractured and mended plate and recited the story to her grand child. The morale of the story is that I will continue to use &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; 'inherited china', every day. But I still display it in the cabinet where Mom kept it locked up for years. I think she is applauding my transitioning her china...to my &lt;i&gt;daily dishes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;New! Open Hotmail faster on the new &lt;a href='http://go.microsoft.com/?linkid=9677400' target='_new'&gt;MSN homepage!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-1324387331874625300?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1324387331874625300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=1324387331874625300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/1324387331874625300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/1324387331874625300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2009/10/fine-chinamine-is-royal-albert.html' title='Fine China..mine is Royal Albert Celebration'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x4r4oSnmSlU/StdQUvrjdOI/AAAAAAAAADA/OupMVa4wfdI/s72-c/CIMG2719_2-785100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-6574397561182104525</id><published>2009-09-28T23:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T23:42:29.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Head lines; Americans Come to Canada for Wedding Officated by a Dummie</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } --&gt;&lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; &lt;br&gt;It was such a great wedding, I was thinking it was going to be too much of a stretch for me...to do it with a vent figure and all...but it went VERY well. Christine, the bride, lost two husbands to cancer and she wanted a "light hearted" wedding ceremony. Both her and David, the groom, have a great sense of humor so I reluctantly agreed to comply with their wishes. And what a marvelous and extraordinary wedding it was ...and oh sooo much fun!&lt;br&gt;  Butch and I stood in our tuxedo's (did you see a photo?) it was on the front page of the Vancouver Sun, Wednesday Sept 16, and that is what initiated the media stir... the Globe and Mail called as well as the New York times. It was on the news too (City TV, CBC and Global) I wore 3 mics so that every one could film it. Big smile. We will soon have it on youtube. &lt;br&gt;  The wedding began with me extending a warm welcome to the guests (most had traveled from the States) and then prepare them for a "unique and joyful" wedding. Including a chat about how Jesus did his first miracle at a wedding and that wine represents "joy" and that Jesus was today looking down with great joy at the wedding of David and Christine...and perhaps he may even be laughing along with us.&lt;br&gt;  &amp;nbsp;Then turning to Butch I inquired "I believe you were in charge of arranging the music?" Butch pulls out a card from his vest pocket and the brides maid (Laura Lynn Tyler Thompson, a comedian herself) opened it and held it to the mic, the card plays the wedding march and in came the bride on the arm of a friend...the ceremony continued. Butch banters a little and then when they say "I do" he says "I couldn't hear you" and he asks the groom repeats it louder, and then for the bride, because she had declined for 5 years to marry David, Butch had her say"I do" five times! It was priceless. In conclusion Butch had some interactive audience banter and then asked every one present to say "they do"!! People were shouting and laughing and it was great.&lt;br&gt;  Next came &lt;u&gt;the &lt;i&gt;exchanging of the rings&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/u&gt;and the ring bearer, Butch, pulls out a ring, a gaudy 5" plastic diamond and announced that he took the ring the bride had entrusted to him to a local&amp;nbsp; Pawn shop and "exchanged" it for the "bigger rock". Little chuckles. Then after a struggle and search of his many pockets we find the right ring. Next comes a 'bright red flashing ring"...the grooms ring for the bride and again we have a few laughs and then Butch finds the authentic ring. The exchange was sweet and more serious but immediately followed by more kibitzing. Then the more serious vows, Butch read I Corinthians 13, the verses on love, and I prayed a very touching serious prayer. In closing I introduced the newly married couple and said "what God has joined together let no man divide". And the brides maid said "or dummy" There was also a light hearted response when I said "It gives me great pleasure to introduce Dr David Balsger and Dr Christine strong, husband and wife, under the autority of God, and the Province of British Columbia, Canada...Butch added "and the International Association of Marriage by Dummies". Concluding with hilarious laughter, whistles, cheers and lots and lots of bubbles. Big smile. It was quite the celebration! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-6574397561182104525?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6574397561182104525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=6574397561182104525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/6574397561182104525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/6574397561182104525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2009/09/head-lines-americans-come-to-canada-for.html' title='Head lines; Americans Come to Canada for Wedding Officated by a Dummie'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-3777218900279703538</id><published>2009-08-16T14:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T14:11:01.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Right Hand or Left Hand...Whats the Difference?</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; And God will lead you by his right hand ....and he will take your right hand. I remember reading that in scripture and after pondering it for a little while I recognized the significance, his right hand enfolding my right hand. Hmm, I am convinced that sometimes when he heads us he wants to do so looking in our eyes, you can read so much by gazing deep into someones eyes, into their very soul. In conclusion; leading in that style is an expression of&amp;nbsp; God's deep love, he leads while walking backwards. He is taking the most difficult steps, because he wants us to look into his face, and with our eyes fixed on his we feel the intimate connection the amazing security&amp;nbsp; and with His passionate love we can there fore confidently move forward and loose our carnal anxiety. A beautiful picture of a compassionate father and his favored child don't you think? Warm blessings, Maralee. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-3777218900279703538?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3777218900279703538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=3777218900279703538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/3777218900279703538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/3777218900279703538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2009/08/right-hand-or-left-handwhats-difference.html' title='Right Hand or Left Hand...Whats the Difference?'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-7822681956597248454</id><published>2009-07-23T07:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T07:15:57.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Them Tell Their Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; &lt;br&gt;So many of my friends, and myself included, are writing their stories, or books. Psalm 107:2 says " Let the redeemed of the Lord tell their story" &lt;font style="font-size: 8pt;" size="1"&gt;TNIV&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;" size="3"&gt;I was in Medicine Hat at Eagles nest ranch a few days ago and met a new friend, Katie, who shared with me her story. Prior to her sharing I looked across the camp fire and listened to her talk about "Papa Daddy" in reference to our Lord...and I was uncomfortable with her terminology.Perhaps even a little judgmental. Later that night, alone in my car, she shared her story...her son Joshua, 19 yrs old has been&amp;nbsp; missing for the past 12 weeks and I was stunned to tears. This strong, courageous prophetess continued to say... he went missing on a canoe trip with his dog on lake Huron in Ontario. The rescuers who are now saying it is not a&lt;i&gt; rescue mission&lt;/i&gt; but a &lt;i&gt;recovery mission&lt;/i&gt;, have found the dog (who died&amp;nbsp; shortly after being found) they had been missing a week at the point the search began... due to a fumbled alert&amp;nbsp; (someone alerted authorities that there was a canoe in distress but after a brief search they abandoned the mission for 6 days) they now have the canoe, but not the body of her son. &lt;br&gt;Katie had her phone on and was "on alert" each time it rang, longing for closure. She also shared how she went up to the cabin and crawled into Josh's sleeping bag, the last place he was, to get as close as she could.&lt;br&gt;Oh how I long to move into a place of intimacy with Jesus ...to move as close as I can to him. This morning I was up early and re reading one of Joshua's journal entries (Katie was so kind to give me a copy) His last line was a trigger&amp;nbsp; for me, calling for a response. &lt;u&gt;" The door that requires the most sacrifce will take you to the highest level." &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lord give me the courage today to move to the highest level in you. I will tell my story...thank you "Papa Daddy", for bringing Katie into my life and for her courage ... hearing her story has challenged me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-7822681956597248454?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7822681956597248454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=7822681956597248454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/7822681956597248454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/7822681956597248454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2009/07/let-them-tell-their-story.html' title='Let Them Tell Their Story'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-3519262498046809482</id><published>2009-07-06T00:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:21:59.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Near Accident...</title><content type='html'>I arrived an hour ago in Calgary and leave for Denver in the morning, oops it is morning now...well later in the morn. The trip up here was long with many construction delays, a one hour delay for a serious accident near Crazy Creek and then just prior to Golden a big 18 wheeler that I was following had a load shift and lost a piece of lumber which splintered on the road and on my car...no injuries to me or the car...just left me &amp;quot;all shook up&amp;quot; after doing the dodge ball swerve to avoid all the flying wood!  I passed the trucker asap and then reported it to a Mountie (who happened to be doing a radar set up on the highway) right where I was. He radioed his colleague to catch up with the trucker in the next town. The concern was for the 10 foot concrete slabs that were standing up like tee pees top on top of the lumber... least they should shift and cause a serious accident!&lt;br&gt; I had a great visit with my grandma in Penticton yesterday on the way here. I took her out for dinner, did a little shopping (to replenish her &amp;quot;junk food stash&amp;quot;), then whet back to The Hamlet (where she lives now) and they had a little out door music concert with a accordion player. It was so precious to me, grandma and I sat under a little canopy/tent and they served us lemonade and chocolate chip cookies, which we made room for even thought we had just had a chocolate malt at Wendy&amp;#39;s! Grandma reached over and took my hand clutching it in both of her hands and then she kissed my hand and smiled a large warm smile and said &amp;quot;thank you so much for coming and sitting with me, and for connecting me with my past.&amp;quot; We both cried when I left. Sigh. Tell you more later. It is hard to believe that we too will move to that stage in our life. Sooner then we care to imagine. When grandma was moving from her wheelchair to the car (for the third time on our excursion) she was getting weaker and had a little difficulty, she moaned and then said &amp;#39;when did this happen...I mean when did my body get like this? I don&amp;#39;t really remember how my body quit working for me&amp;quot;.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Big smile. Only one life will soon be past only whats done for Christ will last. We have the gift of today.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-3519262498046809482?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3519262498046809482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=3519262498046809482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/3519262498046809482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/3519262498046809482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2009/07/near-accident.html' title='Near Accident...'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-7956368677638462848</id><published>2009-06-29T01:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T01:24:39.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>His eye is on the sparrow...and I know He is watching you</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x4r4oSnmSlU/Skh6SGVvg8I/AAAAAAAAACw/EyIu3errbq0/s1600-h/CIMG2063-779091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x4r4oSnmSlU/Skh6SGVvg8I/AAAAAAAAACw/EyIu3errbq0/s320/CIMG2063-779091.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352662608487875522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x4r4oSnmSlU/Skh6Scv87XI/AAAAAAAAAC4/5l55iBqHZwg/s1600-h/CIMG2064-781067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x4r4oSnmSlU/Skh6Scv87XI/AAAAAAAAAC4/5l55iBqHZwg/s320/CIMG2064-781067.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352662614503386482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hey friends when you look closely at the photo do you wonder what it could be?&amp;nbsp; It looks like a piece of art right? It is &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; art ..please read on.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;My two friends and I were standing chatting in the cool of the evening in front of our apartment when an unusual sight caught my eye. I brought their attention to the little bird hoping on the lawn in front of us with his head poking out from under, what appeared to be, a piece of news print or a flyer of some sort. I commented. "How is it possible that the little bird is carrying such a large piece of paper with its foot ...its strange that its not using its beak". We stood oberving as he continued to amuse us hopping ackwardly across the grass. "Well, said Hazel, "I've never seen anything like that!" Then Alice piped up "Maybe its tangled by some string or thing under the paper?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;I quickly slipped up to the bird and cautiously crouched down as the ladies watched me. I was speaking in soft comforting tones, "Hey... little fellow... let me take a look"...he paused and I gently reached for the wee sparrow and discovered he was "glued" to a 4"X6" piece of cardboard! He cocked his little head and looked at me with pleading eyes. Cautiously I&amp;nbsp; tugged at the wing that was adhered and could see much of the "downy feathers" had been completly torn off his body and were stuck all over the card board, he must have been struggeling for a very long time.There were bits of twigs, flower petals, and plastic artifical grass stuck fast to the card too. On close examination I deducted that there was not choice I would have to tear out a couple of very strong feathers in order to free my liittle friend. Holding him gently tight, like getting a knot out of a toddlers hair, so as not to hurt the little one. I snapped the two feathers while cooing the words&amp;nbsp; "Your OK,&amp;nbsp; here let me help you" ...and he did let me help. With in seconds he took to the air, he was free! &lt;br&gt;The three of us were in awe; he had a wee struggle and a gimped flutter but he gracefully landed in a near by tree. We looked at the card board "trap" and wondered if any other animals, such as our little bunnies, get caught unintentionally&amp;nbsp; in these sticky haszardous cockroach things. Who would have thought they could be such a risk? How would any of God's creatures ever get unglued with out human help?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Since then, every morning, and in the cool of the evening, I hear one little bird who seems to sing a little sweeter ...perphaps a little shriller,&amp;nbsp; than the others. And some times a sparrow lands on my patio railing...I am pretty sure it must be the little fellow that I set free, sigh, he is just wanting to thank me. Smile.&amp;nbsp; Or is it his mother?&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br&gt;"And not one sparrow will fall to the ground without your Father knowing" Math 10:29 &lt;br&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;Windows Live helps you keep up with all your friends,  &lt;a href='http://go.microsoft.com/?linkid=9660824' target='_new'&gt;in one place.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-7956368677638462848?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7956368677638462848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=7956368677638462848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/7956368677638462848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/7956368677638462848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2009/06/his-eye-is-on-sparrowand-i-know-he-is.html' title='His eye is on the sparrow...and I know He is watching you'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x4r4oSnmSlU/Skh6SGVvg8I/AAAAAAAAACw/EyIu3errbq0/s72-c/CIMG2063-779091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-2116751841233403292</id><published>2009-06-20T23:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T23:41:44.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Balcony Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Is it possible to grow a garden on a balcony? Yes! Why not? The last few years I have limited myself to flowers but this year I planted peas (they are already 2" tall in just one week), dill, tomatoes, and strawberries! I have just picked my first strawberry, and my how sweet to eat the fruit of my own planting. When you think of it, what a miracle to grow things...I was watering dirt for several days, and now there are green sprouts everywhere. I believe in the miracle of a garden growing under the soil where I can not see it, and I believe in God when I can not see&amp;nbsp; him. I know he is there, he is here, right beside me and he is applauding as I enjoy the fruit, that ultimately He blessed me with. Big smile. In the beginning God created...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-2116751841233403292?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2116751841233403292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=2116751841233403292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/2116751841233403292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/2116751841233403292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-little-balcony-garden.html' title='My Little Balcony Garden'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-6585845096121519875</id><published>2009-06-13T01:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T01:36:25.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Commitment to Journal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; &lt;br&gt;Kananaskis, Alberta is one of the most breath taking places I have ever been. After completing my first semester of classes there, for the CREST coarse I am taking, we were committed to journal. I was certain that I would "journal every day"..NOT happening. Sigh. In fact I wrote in my journal more&lt;i&gt; before &lt;/i&gt;the course then I do now, go figure.&lt;br&gt;  I left that amazing setting in the foothills rented a car and drove to Lethbridge where I began producing wrap a rounds (TV lingo for the threads that tie a show together) for the interviews which I had previously filmed in Thailand. Fortunately for me, Becky is my producer. She is both Thai and Canadian, and multi talented. We fought through pouring rain, cold winds, snow and hail. By the end of day two we had only managed to get one show in the can and called it quits, which gave us a total of 3 shows and we needed 10. We all knew it would take a miracle to complete them all, and that is exactly what happened. So today I 'blog' a thank you to all who were praying, and to the Lord for His faithfulness. Tomorrow I journal. Smile. How about you?.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-6585845096121519875?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6585845096121519875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=6585845096121519875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/6585845096121519875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/6585845096121519875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2009/06/commitment-to-journal.html' title='Commitment to Journal...'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-6082039396424796864</id><published>2009-06-01T22:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:18:03.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School...by Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; What an adventure to step back into the class room ...I did so with fear, trepidation, and a great big dose of Faith.&amp;nbsp; It was three years ago when Dr Dan Reinhart first invited me to attend CREST Leadership training and I wanted to, but the timing was not right. My ministry board agreed that NOW was the time. So I registered and qualified for a 50% bursary and was stretched to believe for the rest of the finances. When classes started there was enough for the first semester. This is a two year commitment and I knew that each quarter I would need to trust God for the monies needed. Can you imagine my surprise, I don't know why I should be so "surprised", when God answered my prayers?! Yes it is a miracle! Upon returning from classes in Kananaskis Alberta, I received an e-mail that an anonymous donor had come forward and my tuition is now fully paid for the entire two years! I am so blessed... and reminded that our God is a miracle working God. Why not put your hand in His and take a step of faith today...all things are possible...only believe. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-6082039396424796864?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6082039396424796864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=6082039396424796864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/6082039396424796864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/6082039396424796864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-to-schoolby-faith.html' title='Back to School...by Faith'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-1706179282202097540</id><published>2009-05-25T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T15:23:46.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding this weekend</title><content type='html'>I was at a wedding this week end it was quite an unusual experience. It was the first time I attended a Sikh wedding and my friend Kamal gave me a Sari to wear. Many times I closed my eyes and whispered a prayer for the couple to come to know the love of God in full intimacy with Jesus.  As I approached the temple I was a little intimidated with the circle of men in black with red hankies wrapped around their heads. Not many wore turbans. Fortunately Kamal had her phone of vibrate and  she came to rescue me and guide me in to the boys side (the grooms side) .I was in awe of the dazzling colors, extravagant silks with lots of bling, bling , bling! I starred at  young man with a scarlet turban and decorations whom she informed me was the groom and the lady across, was beaming and highly decorated with jewels on her forehead and I took her tattooed hand in mine and thanked her for allowing me to share the celebration with her and continued babbling as I told her she was the first Sikh bride I had ever met! She let me know that she was not the "bride" just a sister in law to the groom and the wedding planner. Blush. Oh well, she really was gorgeous. The room smelled of warm curry and spices as we were ushered on up to the "great hall" where we would sit on the floor in our bare feet waiting for the long ceremony to begin. Children giggled and whined and ran wildly around the room, crossing from the boys side (where all the men sat) to the girls side (where we were) this proved to be a bit of a game with the parents caught in the middle (like Keep a Way)...or catch me if you can! Smile.&lt;br /&gt;Other sights and sounds: arms with bracelets to the elbow, making tinkling sounds every where, sons leaning back sleeping on their proud fathers chests, girls dancing around the room with silk scarfs flowing, strangers and non Indian folk trying to keep the scarf on their head (including men) line up of people paying tribute, and filling a trough at the front with money and gifts. A Bible being fanned with a large white plume, and what seemed like an eerie sad sounding music from strange instruments and drums. Every one seemed so sad. The processional started at last, my back was starting to ache and their are only so may ways to sit with your legs under you until they cramp. We, the non Indian, were out of shape, they sat cross legged and seemed quite comfortable...even the grannies! The brides maids wore gold and green, the bride wore green, and wedding party was followed by large groups of people, family and friends I assume. They couple sat on the floor cross legged and got up and walked in a circle four different times. There was no 'now you may kiss the bride" but she was tenderly passed along by the male attendees from one to the other and to the groom, whom she followed obediently behind holding on to his coat tail, or so it looked. And he carried a red sack, apparently with a coconut in it so that if she wasn't pleasing him he could crack her on the head with it. Seems a little brutal however I am not sure if the person telling me that was kidding or not. I was naive enough to believe it, but now as I think about it no doubt it was probably jewels or money??&lt;br /&gt;The evening celebration and the dinner following the wedding and the other 3 days of celebrating are for another blog! Pictures to follow.#end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-1706179282202097540?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1706179282202097540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=1706179282202097540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/1706179282202097540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/1706179282202097540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2009/05/wedding-this-weekend.html' title='Wedding this weekend'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-8427030453679400485</id><published>2009-05-21T23:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:45:18.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends and Frogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; My faithful friend who watches our series &lt;i&gt;Maralee Dawn and Friends&lt;/i&gt; sent me this e mail today.&lt;br&gt;&lt;p style="" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Book Antiqua','serif'; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;How do you rely on God for your every need of life that may come your way of living in today world?&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;In&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;my 2 &amp;amp; years&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;with my&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;type of&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Cancer&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Melanoma ''SKIN CANCER'' I have rely on God to help me get through this hard time&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;of my life and&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I trust in God&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;every day of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Book Antiqua','serif'; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;In my room I have this stuffed frog and a frog blanket on my bed to comfort me in the rough times. When I go to the hospital for treatments I take my frog and my blanket in my suitcase with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Thank you Lord of this reminder today that I have so much to praise you for and teach me to learn to&lt;b&gt; F&lt;/b&gt;ully&lt;b&gt; R&lt;/b&gt;elay&lt;b&gt; o&lt;/b&gt;n&lt;b&gt; y&lt;/b&gt;ou...and that takes a big leap, like a frog. Smile. Thank you for the gift of today. My heart is full and I am so blessed. I am &lt;u&gt;learning &lt;/u&gt;to rely on you. Forgive me for my petty complaints and forgive me for my trespasses as I learn to forgive others who trespass against me...or whom I feel have moved into a place and challenge what I feel are my "rights". I surrender my "rights to you Jesus". I am a servant of all. Please teach me to see others through your eyes and to serve as you did when you walked among us. Amen. And Lord bless my dear friends, our viewers who are tuned in to our show. Bless them with courage, and love on them please Jesus. Like this letter has blessed me. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-8427030453679400485?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8427030453679400485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=8427030453679400485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/8427030453679400485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/8427030453679400485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2009/05/friends-and-frogs.html' title='Friends and Frogs'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-242380613669345909</id><published>2009-05-05T19:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T19:34:03.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It is so Funny I have to LOL!!</title><content type='html'>OK so I just finished blogging and then realized that last week I already shared that story ! Yikes it must be that menopause thing everyone is talking about! How can it be? I thought I would skip it! &lt;br&gt;When I was much younger everyone was talking about preparing to go through menopause so I asked my mother in law about it and she said she was busy on the farm planting big gardens (for survival) raising seven children, haying, plucking chickens, canning etc etc. She told me she didn&amp;#39;t have time to menopause, in fact their were no pauses in her life, summer, winter spring or fall.  So I determined way back then that I would skip it too, I just don&amp;#39;t have time for the &amp;quot;pauses in my life&amp;quot;.&lt;br&gt; Well today I guess I need to pause, reflect and well...perhaps take time for listening prayer. Big blush, big smile.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-242380613669345909?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/242380613669345909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=242380613669345909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/242380613669345909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/242380613669345909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-is-so-funny-i-have-to-lol.html' title='It is so Funny I have to LOL!!'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-5730756281038370729</id><published>2009-05-05T19:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T19:26:54.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wonderful Family...sigh and a big smile too!</title><content type='html'>When children choose to focus on the positive things in their family what a  joy it is and how it blesses the hearts of their parents! I recently received this heart warming e-mail from one of my regular viewers of our &lt;i&gt;Maralee Dawn and Friends &lt;/i&gt;TV series, I was so delighted I asked permission to share it with you...be blessed! &lt;br&gt; I cut and pasted it just as it was sent except for the few words that I placed in brackets.&lt;br&gt;Dear Maralee&lt;br&gt;I want to tell you about my wonderful family.&lt;br&gt;Who has been a great part of my life growing up?&lt;br&gt;I have a wonderful father,mother,brother David and my wonderful sister-in-law, my 3 nieces, one nephew, who has encouraged me to be a great listener,and to tell them about my life,and about Jesus who cares for us. My family is wonderful to be around, they are very understanding,and very helpful to be there for me through my trials of impatience of going down to M D Anderson &lt;i&gt;(for chemo treatments)&lt;/i&gt;. My family is the best of the best,they are so caring and so understanding to help me get through my rough times of my life.&lt;br&gt; The reason why my family is great because they know how to love you no matter what happens they can help you to relax and be patient about your situations of your life. &lt;br&gt;I am so thankful for my family a loving family. &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;                            &lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-5730756281038370729?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5730756281038370729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=5730756281038370729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/5730756281038370729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/5730756281038370729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-wonderful-familysigh-and-big-smile.html' title='My Wonderful Family...sigh and a big smile too!'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-8861280528687120858</id><published>2009-04-27T22:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T22:51:24.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Grateful heart? or a Great full heart ?</title><content type='html'>Tonight I am so full of the joy that comes from having family, the Kingdom family, which can be just like &amp;#39;blood relatives&amp;#39;, or even greater! I feel so blessed to read this letter from one of my viewers who is battling with cancer, her letters always in spire me, and leave me with a &amp;quot;great full&amp;quot; heart. Big smile. It will bless you too...read on (printed with permission).&lt;br&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I want to tell you about my wonderful family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Who has been a great part of my life growing up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I have a wonderful father,mother,brother David and my wonderful sister-in-law, my 3 nieces, one nephew, who has encouraged me to be a great listener,and to tell them about my life,and about Jesus who cares for us. My family is wonderful to be around, they are very understanding,and very helpful to be there for me through my trials of impatience of going down to M D Anderson for cancer treatment. My family is the best of the best,they are so caring and so understanding to help me get through my rough times of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The reason why my family is great because they know how to love you no matter what happens they can help you to relax and be patient about your situations of your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I am so thankful for my family a loving family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;With Mothers Day coming we can take time to write a note to say how &amp;#39;great full&amp;quot; we are. And whisper a prayer for that matter too! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-8861280528687120858?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8861280528687120858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=8861280528687120858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/8861280528687120858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/8861280528687120858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2009/04/grateful-heart-or-great-full-heart.html' title='A Grateful heart? or a Great full heart ?'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-4805007068518700351</id><published>2009-04-21T13:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T13:15:07.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our newest child</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x4r4oSnmSlU/Se4pS-uwkxI/AAAAAAAAACo/DBsm0p3UCjs/s1600-h/IMGP0104-707195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x4r4oSnmSlU/Se4pS-uwkxI/AAAAAAAAACo/DBsm0p3UCjs/s320/IMGP0104-707195.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327240815279379218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love to hold and smell new born babies, they come with a promise and with God's blessing. Here is the newest member of our family, Jaxon Coomber. When we look in his eyes we see his his trust and dependency, love and hope, we see a future of great things to come. Big smile. When we look into the eyes of Jesus with trust and dependency we find hope and a future too! A wonderful positive furture filled with promises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-4805007068518700351?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4805007068518700351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=4805007068518700351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/4805007068518700351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/4805007068518700351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-newest-child.html' title='Our newest child'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x4r4oSnmSlU/Se4pS-uwkxI/AAAAAAAAACo/DBsm0p3UCjs/s72-c/IMGP0104-707195.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-5591990782720373360</id><published>2009-04-18T22:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T22:06:23.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily took me to Hanna Montana</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I went to a movie tonight with my&lt;/i&gt; little friend&lt;i&gt; Emily, age 9, she chose &lt;/i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hanna Montana. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;i&gt;The movie was cute but at times a little juvenile.&lt;/i&gt; I would glance around at the children laughing hysterically and I would paste on a smile. Bu at the of the show when Hanna sang these words...&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There&amp;#39;s always going to be another mountain &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&amp;#39;m always going to want to make it move... &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ain&amp;#39;t about how fast I get there,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ain&amp;#39;t about what&amp;#39;s waiting on the other side&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It&amp;#39;s about the climb&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;....I wiped a tear from the corner of my misty eyes. I was reminded of the mountains in my life, such as the time I had 20% of my body in second and third degree burns and my feet were deeply scared...the promise I clung to and then and the verse I embraced was... &amp;quot; How lovely on the mountain are the feet of them who bring good news.&amp;quot; I had assimilated this scripture into my life while I was healing and preparing to go back into evangelism. I was in a rush back then too, to heal and to take the good news to the Nations!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now here I am in transition, years later, and once again anxious to &amp;quot;get to the other side&amp;quot;, to &amp;quot;make the mountain move&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;in a big hurry&amp;quot;. Who would have thought the Lord would use a childrens&amp;#39; movie tonight to remind me...its all about the climb? Sigh. I am so blessed. And so are all the children at the theater, oh how wonderful to learn these lessons early in life. Excuse me I need to go down load that song on my ipod &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-5591990782720373360?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5591990782720373360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=5591990782720373360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/5591990782720373360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/5591990782720373360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2009/04/emily-took-me-to-hanna-montana.html' title='Emily took me to Hanna Montana'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-85205686077859772</id><published>2009-04-01T23:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T23:16:17.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fools Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; Well I missed it, April fools had come and gone and an entire morning of opportunity to laugh and have fun! I simply forgot. And no one called me either! I can't believe not one of my family of friends pulled one on me. This is the first time in all my life, that I can recall, not having fun on April Fools day! Sigh. &lt;br&gt;Hmm the only thing that I can think of is that famous missionary Jim Elliot, who said "He is &lt;b&gt;no fool &lt;/b&gt;who gives what he can not keep to gain what he can never loose". So there... at least I blogged something with the word fool in it! Big smile. Now I can go to bed and sleep in peace. Hope you had a happy April Fools Day! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-85205686077859772?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/85205686077859772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=85205686077859772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/85205686077859772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/85205686077859772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-fools-day.html' title='April Fools Day'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-7562234892912487765</id><published>2009-03-31T10:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T10:52:58.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Year ago Today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My devotional last night asked, "what were you doing a year ago"?&amp;nbsp; I grabbed my 08 journal and surprise! I was in Dallas, Texas with my friends Suellen and Jimy. And Erin and her dad Mark came over to 'convert me', smile, from a PC to a Mac! Such a clelbration! And I discovered change does not come easy... it has been a process and all year I have been learning the Mac precept on precept. Hmm. It is so like our faith journey. And the verse a year ago? "Consider the lilies...how they grow" Math 6:28. Yesterday on my walk, I paused to look at the spring flowers pushing their way through the stubborn sod and I thought about the beauty in that. The crocus, tulip and lilies all come out looking elegant, tender colors splash across the barren soil, yet none of the soil clings to the flower. Perhaps refreshing spring showers cleanse them? Like the showers of kindness from my friends in Texas, refreshing and encouraging. The Easter lily and its sweet perfume will soon permiate&amp;nbsp; my home, as I prepare for the celebration of the reserrection of my Lord. I will find a friend to share Easter with, my hopitiality or kindness my be the "shower" they need to refresh their soul. What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-7562234892912487765?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7562234892912487765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=7562234892912487765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/7562234892912487765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/7562234892912487765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2009/03/year-ago-today.html' title='A Year ago Today?'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-8898982961181947652</id><published>2009-03-31T10:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T10:31:45.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing and Praying</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; &lt;br&gt;While I was working out at the gym I read a poster that said "You don't stop Playing because you grow old, you grow old because you stop playing". I had a grin from ear to ear. But it also spurred on another thought in my heart, " You don't stop praying because you grow weary, you grow weary because you stop praying"!! Now that's a revelation.&lt;br&gt;Take time to chat with God to day, He is listening, and He, most likely, is in your waiting room. Smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-8898982961181947652?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8898982961181947652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=8898982961181947652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/8898982961181947652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/8898982961181947652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2009/03/playing-and-praying.html' title='Playing and Praying'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-3233142868733637380</id><published>2009-03-26T14:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T14:15:11.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reccess...and much more</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; &lt;br&gt;I was at curves today working out and I read a sign that said something like t his "Recess has always been good for you" and another one that I really liked is "Laughing burns calories, now how funny is that?"&lt;br&gt;i pray that you will have some "funny" in your day today. And remember money can't buy funny! Happiness comes not from the cash we have, or the possessions, not even from close friends and family (because even they can abandon you) but tru happiness, the deep down in side kind, comes from knowing Jesus. And he is a true friend who will always be there for you and He is family. For me He is the father I never had, he is my brother, my closest friend and my God! Big smile. And He laughs at me...a lot! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-3233142868733637380?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3233142868733637380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=3233142868733637380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/3233142868733637380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/3233142868733637380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2009/03/reccessand-much-more.html' title='Reccess...and much more'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-4718364407876123066</id><published>2009-03-25T20:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T20:22:15.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Tired? Here is some Food for Thought</title><content type='html'>Is it because I pray that I grow so weary"&lt;br&gt;Or I grow so weary because I don't pray?&lt;br&gt;Is 40:31 "Those who wait on the Lord will renew their strength, they will mount up with wings as Eagles, they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not faint".&lt;br&gt;Blessings!!&lt;br&gt;Maralee&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-&lt;br&gt;Maralee Dawn Ministries&lt;br&gt;maraleedawn@gmail.com&lt;br&gt;Toll Free 1-866-930-1333&lt;br&gt;Ph. (604) 930-1333&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;Messenger has tons of new features that make chatting more fun.  &lt;a href='http://go.microsoft.com/?linkid=9650730' target='_new'&gt;Click here to learn more.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-4718364407876123066?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4718364407876123066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=4718364407876123066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/4718364407876123066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/4718364407876123066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2009/03/getting-tired-here-is-some-food-for.html' title='Getting Tired? Here is some Food for Thought'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-3816657916996849460</id><published>2009-03-22T23:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:14:21.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Trail and Salmo, British Columbia</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; &lt;br&gt;Hi I just arrived home tonight from the airport, I flew in from Trail today. It was a lovely day for a flight and so beautiful to see the sights from the sky, just a small plane so we flew low through the mountains, valleys and over the city..and it was fantastic!&lt;br&gt;  I had so many surprises this week end. On Friday I was surprised the little Trail church had grown so much since I was there&amp;nbsp; over 20 years ago and that they had a bus ministry for kids! I was blessed as we drove to Salmo and I found that my friend Milan was visiting, she is married now and has a baby! And her parents are the pastors there! The another surprise was on Saturday back in Trail, I met a lady whose friends name is Maralee, same spelling, and she was named after me!(I never knew there was anyone ever named after me)! I was told that her mother was blessed by my ministry way back about 25 years ago and she named her only child&lt;i&gt; after me&lt;/i&gt;! What an honor. However the sad note was that when Maralee was only 10yrs old her mother took ill and was unable to "mother" her. Then about 2 year ago Maralee's mom died of a brain tumor or brain cancer (so did my Mom)! My name sake now lives in Saskatchewan and I hope to connect with her one day, perhaps God will use me in her life. This story will be continued!&lt;br&gt; The other surprise was that Pastor Shane McIntyre (from the Trail church) took my Thailand photos and put them to music! I have been so blessed this week end, I can't remember when I have had more surprises, more fun, met more friends, old and new, and been more blessed by the sovereign move of God. It has been a beautiful, supernatural week-end... as I have let my light shine, so that they might see your good works (Jesus) and Glorify your Fathers which is in heaven! Big smile. And the light shone back on me. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-3816657916996849460?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3816657916996849460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=3816657916996849460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/3816657916996849460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/3816657916996849460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-from-trail-and-salmo-british.html' title='Back from Trail and Salmo, British Columbia'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-7451906824422704577</id><published>2009-03-22T23:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:10:59.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Trail and Salmo BC</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-&lt;br&gt;Maralee Dawn Ministries&lt;br&gt;maraleedawn@gmail.com&lt;br&gt;Toll Free 1-866-930-1333&lt;br&gt;Ph. (604) 930-1333&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;Make your Messenger window look the way you want.  &lt;a href='http://go.microsoft.com/?linkid=9650733' target='_new'&gt;Express Yourself!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-7451906824422704577?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7451906824422704577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=7451906824422704577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/7451906824422704577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/7451906824422704577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-from-trail-and-salmo-bc.html' title='Back from Trail and Salmo BC'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-7370421445171322784</id><published>2009-03-20T00:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T00:05:25.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; &lt;br&gt;I am doing well after the Thai trip. but what an emotional turmoil! I had no idea of the volcanic anger that would spew up inside of me, sigh, when I saw, with my own eyes, pathetic men praying on little girls and the young women in Pattaya. I am told is is a two billion dollar a year buisness; the sex trade and human trafficking! Preying on the poor and the weak!&lt;br&gt;  &amp;nbsp;I had to visit my own "Shack" (have you read the best seller this year, &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Shack by William P. Young&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;?). I met God at "the Shack" (we all have one, a place of pure anguish and entitled pain where God tenderly confronts us with... forgiveness) and believe you me ...God and I spent a long time together in &lt;i&gt;my shack&lt;/i&gt;! The good news is that I did come away, after bloody tears of anguish and outrageous anger, with the precious gift of peace and forgiveness. Embracing this truth, "they are &lt;i&gt;His&lt;/i&gt; children"...too. &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt; The strange thing is, that I knew of the atrocities I would encounter prior to leaving on my Thailand mission,but still I&amp;nbsp; was blinded sided and surprised&amp;nbsp; by the emotional investment that I would need to deposit when engaging with the people. It was a transition that I did not anticipate. Confronting&amp;nbsp; evil was the most exhausting part of the trip...in every sense. Including the agony in my soul as I observed people groveling before the stone idols and statues.&lt;br&gt;  How blessed I was to use every opportunity to lift of Jesus and share the good news!&lt;br&gt;  In Thailand, in the deception and in the darkest night, I was able to shine my tiny candle, and there was light. And where there is light there is truth, and the truth sets people free! Big smile. And leaves them with 'hope'.&lt;br&gt;  "Nations will come to your light...to the brightness of your &lt;i&gt;'dawn'&lt;/i&gt; " &lt;font style="font-size: 8pt;" size="1"&gt;Is 60:3 TNIV&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 8pt;" size="1"&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-7370421445171322784?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7370421445171322784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=7370421445171322784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/7370421445171322784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/7370421445171322784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-7116121550551133893</id><published>2009-03-07T13:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T13:10:32.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; &lt;br&gt;I woke up with a dream about the children in the refugee camps that I visited. Little snap shots in my mind. Oh how I wish I could have "printed them" and given them to the kids and their parents. I never want to forget the gentle eyes, the little crooked grins that broke into rapturous laughter. Oh yes...and the one Mom whose child received Suzi's shoes, small enough for a puppet but a perfect fit for a toddler! How quickly the snap shots have faded in just two weeks as I jet through my days. I am delighted to have a disk full of photos...and yet the refugees have only their memory. Sigh. I am blessed. I am comforted to know that I used visual puppets and scripture to verbally paint a photo of heaven for them, so that they could understand and embrace God's love. This photo memory that I left behind will never fad.&lt;br&gt;However, next missions trip I&lt;i&gt; will&lt;/i&gt; leave photos with the children... and the mom's, sigh, so they can remember what their baby looked like, they will cherish the record too. It such a blessing to look back and see how we change... how we grow. As new born babies desire the milk of the word that you may grow...its God's plan. That is why we celebrate growth! And babies, and birthdays...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-7116121550551133893?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7116121550551133893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=7116121550551133893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/7116121550551133893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/7116121550551133893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-had-dream.html' title='I had a Dream'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-5595392363955343911</id><published>2009-03-02T23:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T23:29:33.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do you hurt?</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; Oswald Chambers seems to believe that at point of our greatest pain is where we will find truth. So then, I must ask myself, where do I hurt? Then I must embrace the pain and move forward, by the grace of God.To rest in Him and in Him alone. He is enough. More than enough.And the truth will set you free! Freedom tastes so sweet.Having recently returned from visiting the refugee camps in Thailand it is so much more palatable to me.I am so blessed...and so grateful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-5595392363955343911?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5595392363955343911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=5595392363955343911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/5595392363955343911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/5595392363955343911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-do-you-hurt.html' title='Where do you hurt?'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-6086585361777111371</id><published>2009-02-25T22:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:40:42.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will the lost return?</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; I lost my precious TNIV Bible at Missions Fest, it has treasures in it... like my grandma's handkerchief.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;So I went back and re traced all my foot steps including every washroom ...anywhere I had been, but alas I did not find it.&lt;BR&gt;However in the process I met a gentleman who told me not to worry my Bible will be returned. He was certain because his lost Bible always came back and then he relayed this story; When he was a boy his mother made him write&amp;nbsp;in the front of his Bible " I am 7 years old and I loose things, please mail this back to me". He could not recount how many countless times he found his Bible in his mail box! &lt;BR&gt; That got me to thinking, what if I made labels to put on everything I own that read " I am menopausal and I loose things so could you please mail this back to me" What do you think? Big smile. And blessings! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-6086585361777111371?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6086585361777111371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=6086585361777111371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/6086585361777111371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/6086585361777111371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2009/02/will-lost-return.html' title='Will the lost return?'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-970351429028100032</id><published>2009-02-24T22:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T22:42:40.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you spare some change?</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; &lt;BR&gt;I was down town Edmonton leaving Missions Fest and carefully&amp;nbsp;walking the icy streets&amp;nbsp;when I noticed a man rummaging in the garbage. I scurried past but felt prompted to go back and give him $5 with the warm reassurance that "God love you". He looked up misty eyed and stammered out a "thank you". I responded with "don't thank me thank Jesus...&amp;nbsp;I have never done this before and I know&amp;nbsp;Jesus prompted me to tell you how much He loves you." &lt;BR&gt; The frail elderly man then&amp;nbsp;said "can you thank him for me?" And I&amp;nbsp;responded "we can do it together right now"&amp;nbsp;then&amp;nbsp;gently I place my hand on his arm as we prayed together out loud..a prayer of thanks, repentence and consecration. I'm thinking of him tonight, -27 snowing and icy cold winds. I pray he makes it through the night but if he doesn't I feel confident that he is in a very warm place...with Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-970351429028100032?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/970351429028100032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=970351429028100032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/970351429028100032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/970351429028100032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2009/02/can-you-spare-some-change.html' title='Can you spare some change?'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-3718611277162121244</id><published>2009-02-18T21:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:56:00.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet ...but Aimee and Lucille stayed on... for a few days of R&amp;R. Hooray for them!</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; Its good to be back in Canada on safe soil...and a beautiful place of freedom and opportunity! From all my life changing experiences my heart is torn and full of tears, I have no words... yet. It is all ...indescribable. And yet I wonder " Why Lord, why did you show me these things?" and "What Lord am I to do next"? I am confident there is a purpose that he will reveal to me. I am reminded of the logo for &lt;u&gt;Compassion Canada&lt;/u&gt;..I think thats where I heard this so many years ago:&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt; Pity weeps and she walks away&lt;br&gt; Compassion comes to hep and stay&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; I must sleep now and ponder and process so many things ...later...good night my friend. This e-mail &lt;b&gt;is .&lt;/b&gt;..the last 'sparkle' in my day! I know you will read it and you will pray. Smile. Soon I will attach some amazing photos! Check back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-3718611277162121244?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3718611277162121244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=3718611277162121244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/3718611277162121244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/3718611277162121244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2009/02/home-sweet-but-aimee-and-lucille-stayed.html' title='Home Sweet ...but Aimee and Lucille stayed on... for a few days of R&amp;R. Hooray for them!'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-8215576101590799445</id><published>2009-02-11T21:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:29:54.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FW: Terry is a Mother of 20 chidren, and 16 still at Home!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x4r4oSnmSlU/SZOz0jclk6I/AAAAAAAAACI/XSouPwRBkCc/s1600-h/IMG_0557-794201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x4r4oSnmSlU/SZOz0jclk6I/AAAAAAAAACI/XSouPwRBkCc/s320/IMG_0557-794201.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301778901794919330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x4r4oSnmSlU/SZOz04cFiYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/e2uFvRGHQ6o/s1600-h/IMG_0597-795093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x4r4oSnmSlU/SZOz04cFiYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/e2uFvRGHQ6o/s320/IMG_0597-795093.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301778907429964162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x4r4oSnmSlU/SZOz1NWzENI/AAAAAAAAACY/EiALakgh9b8/s1600-h/IMG_0583-796057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x4r4oSnmSlU/SZOz1NWzENI/AAAAAAAAACY/EiALakgh9b8/s320/IMG_0583-796057.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301778913044926674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x4r4oSnmSlU/SZOz1SjdThI/AAAAAAAAACg/jASqr4zu_tQ/s1600-h/IMG_0590-796987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x4r4oSnmSlU/SZOz1SjdThI/AAAAAAAAACg/jASqr4zu_tQ/s320/IMG_0590-796987.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301778914440203794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; &lt;br&gt;    &lt;style&gt; .ExternalClass .EC_hmmessage P {padding:0px;} .ExternalClass body.EC_hmmessage {font-size:10pt;font-family:Verdana;} &lt;/style&gt;   &lt;br&gt;Oops I made a mistake...I received an e-mail from the children at the home, who have adopted Terry, our Canadian friend and their new Mom, and I made a big mistake, I said there were 13 children and there are 20 in all! Big smile. Tonight they made us cookies and we had such a wonderful visit, they loved Butch and he loved them too. Here are some photo's. Butch gave them a DVD sent from Canadian friends who purchased and donated them. Enjoy! And please pray for these sweet new friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-8215576101590799445?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8215576101590799445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=8215576101590799445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/8215576101590799445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/8215576101590799445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2009/02/fw-terry-is-mother-of-20-chidren-and-16.html' title='FW: Terry is a Mother of 20 chidren, and 16 still at Home!!'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x4r4oSnmSlU/SZOz0jclk6I/AAAAAAAAACI/XSouPwRBkCc/s72-c/IMG_0557-794201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-9123931333384353923</id><published>2009-02-08T08:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T08:57:11.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The God made family...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x4r4oSnmSlU/SY8O52Y4gcI/AAAAAAAAACA/GMcdVULXgBA/s1600-h/IMG_0233-731530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x4r4oSnmSlU/SY8O52Y4gcI/AAAAAAAAACA/GMcdVULXgBA/s320/IMG_0233-731530.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300471673453576642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; Wow... how awesome to meet Terry and Terry, two wonderful mothers (sister in laws) from Canada who are living in Thailand. Terry #1 and her husband Al Purvis have raised 33 children! Many of them I have met and it give me chills to see how God rescued these precious little ones and answered their hearts cry and prayer for a "forever family". We went to the market tonight after church and Terry shared more of her story ...it touched my heart.&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;Terry #2 has 13 children... and I met nine of them yesterday, and oh how they loved the puppets! They were teaching Butch to speak Thai and he was teaching them English. LOL Then afterwards the students made balloon sculptures for them...we brought the balloons from Canada and I taught them how to make the only three that I knew how to make; a sword, a dog and a crown, Smile. Here is a photo...enjoy! Please remember them in your prayers. Thank you. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-9123931333384353923?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/9123931333384353923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=9123931333384353923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/9123931333384353923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/9123931333384353923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2009/02/god-made-family.html' title='The God made family...'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x4r4oSnmSlU/SY8O52Y4gcI/AAAAAAAAACA/GMcdVULXgBA/s72-c/IMG_0233-731530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-7463163945760185301</id><published>2009-02-03T05:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T05:45:11.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thank you thank you to each of you who have been praying for me.! I arrived safely.&lt;br&gt;I have had a long journey, but a lovely flight (and they fed us every couple hours!) and we had prefect connections. Aimee and Lucille got seats together all the way (that was amazing as they booked them less than a week before departing and they only had single seats left at the time of booking).&lt;br&gt;Our rooms are comfortable and the College has air conditioning! See photos at www.victoryasia.com It is so hot here...smile and humid. We arrive at 2:30 am and slept for&amp;nbsp; a few hours and were up at 6:30 am for chapel at 8 ...and then I was teaching until noon. There was an outreach tonight but we were too tired to go. I am going to bed now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I love the students already! The are so keen to learn and can you ...some of these "future Pastors and leaders" admitted to day that they did not want to take my class and had no or very little interest in children's ministry. I apprciated their honesty. The good news is that by the end of the day I had won their favor and supernaturally they changed their minds! And they were quick to tell me so. This was the greatest gift to me today. Big smile. Love to you all will write again when I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-7463163945760185301?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7463163945760185301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=7463163945760185301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/7463163945760185301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/7463163945760185301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-4262526186553250228</id><published>2009-01-30T09:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T09:14:17.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does God Sing to me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; This morning as I prepared my heart and Spirit to go on "the air" (a live radio broadcast over the phone on air from Edmonton , Alberta, Canada, The Morning Show AM 930) it seemed the Lord lead me to Psm 107 these are the verses that jumped out for me...Verse 2 "Tell our story", 8 Thanks giving, 14 Brought out of darkness, 15 UNFAILING Love!!, 20 Word healed them, 21 Unfailing LOVE, 27 "At their wits end..!", 28 Cried to Lord in their troubles, 29 Stilled the storm to a whisper (smile I love that 'word picture') and "hushed the waves" (can you see it? I see&amp;nbsp; a mother singing to her baby ..hush little baby don't you cry, mommy's going to sing you a lullaby ...). God sings to us, yes he does its in the word somewhere (I forget where) but I read it, and I know its true! So why not welcome your heavenly Father, you Abba Father (and if you are comfortable with these words "your daddy") to sing to you. Smile, I know that He longs to, what parent doesn't? Your His child. Maybe you could do a duet? We sing "to" him why not with Him? Sigh. I love him, and you, big smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-4262526186553250228?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4262526186553250228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=4262526186553250228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/4262526186553250228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/4262526186553250228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2009/01/does-god-sing-to-me.html' title='Does God Sing to me?'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-1522744743562427904</id><published>2009-01-28T22:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T22:19:38.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving Soon for Thailand</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; I am counting the sleeps, just five more days and I will be in Thailand!&lt;br&gt;I am busy doing last minute preparations and packing...I am very excited about going, this has been over two years of planning, praying and preparing and now it is culminating so quickly! I trust I will be a blessing. I am long to meet the wonderful, warm and loving new Thai friends that I have heard about, and that God has chosen.&lt;br&gt;This morning at 6:30 am several (6) 0f us prayed, Karen in the USA and 5 of us on a conference call, the Holy Spirit moved powerfully. I sense some thing supernatural is going to happen, I feel it in my bones. Something that has God's signature on it. I am going with great&amp;nbsp; anticipation! There has already been a series of miracles on many levels to make this missions trip possible ie like with one weeks notice Lucille and Aimee are coming with me! And the finances are all falling in place, and Hilde and Miriam helping with lessons and power point and Barb getting the finances and year end done and much more..&lt;br&gt;I am so blessed to be,&lt;br&gt;Walking with my King one day at a time and...&lt;br&gt;to think that 'He" calls me "friend"? Smile. Yes I am blessed! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-1522744743562427904?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1522744743562427904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=1522744743562427904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/1522744743562427904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/1522744743562427904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2009/01/leaving-soon-for-thailand.html' title='Leaving Soon for Thailand'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-7213950596734766389</id><published>2009-01-14T10:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T10:09:25.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Prayer for you...From My Friend Laura Lynn</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; Wow what a prayer, thank you Laura Lynn for writing this and praying it for me! And for our permission to pass it along and pray it for all my friends...dear friends this is for you!&lt;br&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;font face="Courier New" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;I pray for divine connections, favor so great it astounds and ironic honor to take its rightful place in our lives.&amp;nbsp; I pray that mistakes of the past become so distant that we wonder if they ever really happened and the successes of our future will be so awe inspiring...it will be difficult to comprehend or believe it's true.&amp;nbsp; I pray for clarity, good judgment, wisdom and Godly power, strength to endure and an open heart to receive more than we asked for...more than we imagined could be.&amp;nbsp; I pray that the God who saw us in the darkness of our weakness would raise us in His strength to higher places, larger lands, indomitable territories and unpredicted conquests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;font face="Courier New" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 10pt;" face="Courier New" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;May God raise your expectations to what He is truly capable of and may you experience the most unrelenting, overwhelming breeze of His unfailing, unconditional, incomprehensible love.&amp;nbsp; And may you truly know that He sees you and is captured by your brilliance as you shine with magnificent beauty, not only before Him, but also before those whom you serve so graciously.&amp;nbsp; I pray that you receive glimpses in shadowed moments of how He really feels about you...but only in small humanly bearable portions...cause if we truly knew...if we could experience the whole of it...would we be able to stand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And this is all possible because of Heb 13:8..."Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today and forever!" Be blessed and pass it along! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-7213950596734766389?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7213950596734766389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=7213950596734766389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/7213950596734766389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/7213950596734766389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-prayer-for-youfrom-my-friend-laura.html' title='My Prayer for you...From My Friend Laura Lynn'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-2057607988790345954</id><published>2009-01-11T09:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T09:34:32.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;A New year has arrived, and I celebrate, for God has given me more time to win the lost and rescue the dying. I am more passionate to &amp;quot;preach the Gospel&amp;quot; than ever before. It is all I live for, to please my Jesus, one day at a time. And my but the days fly by quickly, there is so much work to do for the King and to advance His Kingdom! What a joy to be a servant of the most high God.&lt;br&gt; I know you have heard me say this before, but I must say it again, &amp;quot;I am greatly&amp;nbsp; blessed, highly favored and deeply loved, and to this statement I am adding one more thing...&amp;quot;I am choosing joy in my journey&amp;quot;. Smile.&lt;br&gt; The other day I was reading the book of James (very short, only five chapters) but dear friends can you believe this... &lt;b&gt;all &lt;/b&gt;of the above statement is included in that one book, James? Please read it I am sure there are other promises in James just for YOU. I highlight or underline &amp;amp; date he ones that He gives me.&lt;br&gt;  James 1;12 &amp;quot;&lt;b&gt;Blessed&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;James 2:5 &amp;quot;&lt;b&gt;Loved&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt; ..because I am chosen&amp;quot; and of coarse His LOVE is confirmed in John 3:16&lt;br&gt;James 4:6 &amp;quot;&lt;b&gt;Favored&lt;/b&gt;...God shows favor to the humble and the oppressed&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt; James 1:2 &lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Joy&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; a special thank you for each one of you who have covered me with your on going prayers and your encouragement in practical ways, words of affirmation,gifts, e-mails cards, financial support and time,;a very valuable commodity these days! Each of these practical gifts being equal in our God given love language.&lt;br&gt;This year I pledge to be more of a Jude 20 women! My prayer is that you too will embrace Jude 20 as your personal challenge too. As we continue to walk hand in hand with the King. Smile.&lt;br&gt; With Love and pausing to pray for you all who read this blog.Maralee &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-2057607988790345954?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2057607988790345954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=2057607988790345954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/2057607988790345954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/2057607988790345954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-2009.html' title='Happy New Year 2009'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-1486337303600953774</id><published>2008-12-29T14:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T14:36:35.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas: Passengers Stranded, and my Story of Shame</title><content type='html'>Hi from Boston!&lt;BR&gt; Trust you had a warm memory making family Christmas?!&lt;BR&gt; I was blessed to be here in Boston after only one night sleeping in the Seattle airport. There were so many heart wrenching stories at the airport that my heart had tears. Like the father who was trying to get home to spend Christmas with his 3 young children (after working up North for several months), and the seniors who were sleeping sitting up and the one man whom I noticed had trouble breathing and I called for help. There was the three brides maids that were informed there was "no way there plane could take off" and they missed the wedding. And so many that had been 3 days waiting for flights! &lt;BR&gt; But here is the sad story of my own personal shame. I was in a long line, trying to change a ticket, and a lady, in her late 60's butts in front of me. This long slow moving line (with only two agents serving the entire line) allowed lots of time to chat with others. The women continued to stand in front of me after the gentleman directly ahead of me told her that I was next in line. She spoke broken english and had reported to him that she &lt;BR&gt; was going to see her daughter in Newfoundland. That she was from Russia. I began to study this poor women and noticed her coloring was NOT good. Then I decided the right thing to do was to let her go first,and so I did. But as I waited I noted the attendant was raising her voice and at her and informing her that&amp;nbsp;"a supervisor was coming" to&amp;nbsp;"step to the side"...which she did. The attendant did&amp;nbsp;not proceed with the next in line (me) but waited for the supervisor too. This Russian women then came to me and pleaded with me to use my credit card to buy her an airline ticket and that she would pay me "more cash than the ticket". I paused and my heart leapt to do it, but my head said, "this could be a scam", at that moment the Supervisor arrived and upon hearing the story assured me the women could purchase a ticket with cash. And so I was served then by the other attendant. As I finished my transaction I glanced over and noticed the Russian women approaching someone else to buy her a ticket with their credit card! I quickly ducked passed her and rushed through security. Once safely at my gate I pondered this situation and felt ashamed of how I had dodged her. I spoke about&amp;nbsp;this Russian lady&amp;nbsp;to the&amp;nbsp;traveller &amp;nbsp;next to me and she too had been approached by the same women. Only she heard the women's daughter in Newfoundland was very sick! Now I felt worse, so I went to speak with the agent that would call us to board the plane. And she informed me they too knew of this women and that&amp;nbsp;she had been over night in the airport and that they could not understand her and had no one who could speak Russian. I asked her to inform the airport security because&amp;nbsp;there must be someone that could help this desperate women and I said "her coloring isn't good, she looks exhausted".&lt;BR&gt; Within 20 min the West Jet attendant came back to inform me they had found an interpreter and sold the women a ticket to Newfoundland. And by the way she added, "you were right in noting her coloring, she has a heart condition". Sigh.&lt;BR&gt; I pondered my behaviour, and asked God to forgive me, and to give me spiritual eyes. To be sensitive and remember to think about "what would Jesus do?"&amp;nbsp;I arrived at the&amp;nbsp;Seattle airport, where the vending machines were reported to be empty,&amp;nbsp;an elderly gentleman&amp;nbsp;limped past me pulling a wagon, shouting "Free soup and beverages for hungry stranded travellers", I smiled, now that is what ...Jesus would do.&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;-&lt;BR&gt;Maralee Dawn Ministries&lt;BR&gt;maraleedawn@mac.com&lt;BR&gt;Toll Free 1-866-930-1333&lt;BR&gt;Ph. (604) 930-1333&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;Visit messengerbuddies.ca to find out how you could win. &lt;a href='http://www.messengerbuddies.ca/?ocid=BUDDYOMATICENCA20' target='_new'&gt;Enter today.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-1486337303600953774?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1486337303600953774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=1486337303600953774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/1486337303600953774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/1486337303600953774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-passengers-stranded-and-my.html' title='Christmas: Passengers Stranded, and my Story of Shame'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-6992498493959098600</id><published>2008-12-15T23:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:52:12.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New baby Jaxsen and Jordan 8, Jacob 5 and Aliyah 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x4r4oSnmSlU/SUdeLdxoWeI/AAAAAAAAABk/18b4V3bSuPo/s1600-h/photo-732964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x4r4oSnmSlU/SUdeLdxoWeI/AAAAAAAAABk/18b4V3bSuPo/s320/photo-732964.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280292639179561442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; Hi here is Jaxsen's first day home yesterday!!&lt;BR&gt; I am flying to Toronto tomorrow morning and will miss all of them! Today I flew to Vancouver,it was a marathon day with snow storm, frigid weather and delayed flights but I made it, on a wing and a prayer you could say! Or many prayers. Sigh. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-6992498493959098600?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6992498493959098600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=6992498493959098600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/6992498493959098600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/6992498493959098600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-baby-jaxsen-and-jordan-8-jacob-5.html' title='New baby Jaxsen and Jordan 8, Jacob 5 and Aliyah 2'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x4r4oSnmSlU/SUdeLdxoWeI/AAAAAAAAABk/18b4V3bSuPo/s72-c/photo-732964.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-7169813144145546500</id><published>2008-12-13T22:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T22:20:01.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaxsen has arrived...12-12-2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; This really is a year of "new beginings"! our newest grandson Jaxsen arrived yesterday and I held him for the first time today, he was so sweet,with the aroma of heaven&amp;nbsp;and a big boy at 9 lbs! My eyes were misty as I snuggled him close and I felt so very blessed. Each new person, a baby from heaven or a child through marriage, are very precious in our family circle. I stand in awe as I watch it grow, in God's way and in&amp;nbsp;His time. Some of the changes come with great delight and are embraced with joy. And other transtions in our family circle are pure agony ...yet they too are precious gifts that God uses to develope character in us and color in our family unit. Such a work of art, all the threads of pain and joy make the beautiful tapestry we call family. Smile. Big smile. This year ends with...new beginings, joyful new beginings. I will&amp;nbsp;celebrate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-7169813144145546500?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7169813144145546500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=7169813144145546500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/7169813144145546500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/7169813144145546500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2008/12/jaxsen-has-arrived12-12-2008.html' title='Jaxsen has arrived...12-12-2008'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-3163116030017835843</id><published>2008-12-06T10:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T10:50:33.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for a Precious Baby boy to Arrive...</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here I am ready to hope into bed ...but I have my bag packed and ready sitting at the foot of my bed...just in case I get the call tonight. My grandson is due any time now, well actually he is over due! They may call me to come to care for the other 3 children if they need to go to the hospital.So I am on call at anytime! &lt;br&gt;The first 9 months of this pregnancy the wait seemed like a piece of cake compared to the last about 3 weeks. All the signs were there, that he was coming and then nothing. It was another false alarm, We keep waiting and watching. The close it gets the slower time moves!&lt;br&gt;It is so much the same as the return of our Lord Jesus. We become disenchanted and desensitized...its so near, but like this baby it seems to never really happen. Yet believe me it will! It won't be long now and we will celebrate the new birth...and on the other hand it won't be long and we will celebrate Christs return The signs are here and the time is soon, and very soon. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-3163116030017835843?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3163116030017835843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=3163116030017835843' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/3163116030017835843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/3163116030017835843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2008/12/waiting-for-precious-baby-boy-to-arrive.html' title='Waiting for a Precious Baby boy to Arrive...'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-4486864010348296120</id><published>2008-11-25T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T23:07:51.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Seasons in our Life</title><content type='html'>I traveled through the mountains today, 12 hours and three lovely seasons. Left Langley , BC after a funeral, which was the celebration of Bernice Gerards amazing and exemplary life. It was wonderful! The Vancouver Sun called her "Nobody's Child".&lt;br /&gt;It was a passing of the torch, the most outstanding thing to me was when they said Bernice had said "we don't stand up for things because we are going to win (ie pro life, etc) but because it is right to stand up. I know God is calling me to "stand up" and not be silent. I pray I will have the courage.&lt;br /&gt;Langley was summer like, with roses and my summer flowers still in Bloom, Kamloops was fall with colors still changing and yet lots of green still. But Golden and on ward was full blown winter with road sanding crews etc. The snowwy mountains and frosty trees were magnificiant!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-4486864010348296120?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4486864010348296120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=4486864010348296120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/4486864010348296120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/4486864010348296120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2008/11/seasons-in-our-life.html' title='The Seasons in our Life'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-8556726300952625467</id><published>2008-11-07T21:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T21:57:22.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; I almost forgot my friend (also a Texan) helped me off and on all day to get a printing project done...and yes that is his 'real name' , I quite like it an dhave gotten used to it now, he suits it too. He is a young dad and I am certain his kids talk about how their daddy gives them 'bear hugs'.&lt;br&gt;What&amp;nbsp; a blessing to me to know bear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-8556726300952625467?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8556726300952625467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=8556726300952625467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/8556726300952625467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/8556726300952625467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-2674216466361883210</id><published>2008-11-07T21:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T21:53:36.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Special Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; I am here in Dallas, Texas basking in the warmth of the sunshine and the warmth of the people! Some of the friendliest people in the world live here and they reach out in such kindness and hospitality that you feel right at home. Like wearing comfy slippers. Today was an amazing day full of sparkle and surprises. Starting with Suellen my hostess who brings me tea and breakfast in bed every morning! And her husband Jimy who clears away the dishes after each meal, its embarrassing to be waited on like this! My dear friend Mark arrived from Oklahoma (we met at the boot camp 2 years ago) and he took me for an delicious Mexican lunch and desert (which I can't recall the fancy name for but its a puff pastry with honey drizzled on top).Yummie! Marks daughter Erin and her Texan friend are working on an Apple upgrade for my Mac for me. And thats not all, Mark took me shopping to the Apple store and purchased several special things for me...including a new mouse that I ahd been needing and wanting for a long time (who would have thought the day would come when we would all long for a mouse in our house? Big smile. And then...I arrived home to find new pj's rom Suellen on my bed! And last but not least an e-mail invitation from another friend inviting me to come spend Christmas...all expenses (including airfare) paid. Sigh. This has been an extraordinary day of blessings showering down on me. E am so blessed, thank you Lord for all the sweet friendships and people ou bring into my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-2674216466361883210?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2674216466361883210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=2674216466361883210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/2674216466361883210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/2674216466361883210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-special-day.html' title='My Special Day'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-465605215848904799</id><published>2008-11-04T12:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T12:25:16.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Friend Has Cancer and This is What she Wrote...</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY:Tahoma } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; I had to post this precious letter (with out the name) because it touched my heart so deeply. That this friend, S, would be "praying for me" (in fact praying for all of us that are part of producing and broadcasting Maralee Dawn and Friends) while fighting her own battel with canceer, has inspired me! Will you please stop and pray for her right now? Thank you. And read on ...&lt;BR&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt; &lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;LABEL id=EC_EC_HbSession&gt;&lt;/LABEL&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Maralee dawn&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Hi how are you doing? I am doing pretty good, but i,m real tired from the Chemo Treatments that i`ve been going through now. I will be getting a power port in a few weeks, I have a special hero to they are my doctors and nurses to help me with my type of Cancer that I have. I hav`nt been sick or anything, but I lost my hair,and had a few infections here and there, But i,m doing really well.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I have enjoyed your TV show today on respect of other properties.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I want to thank you for the prayers,and I have been praying for you too.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;with love&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;s&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&amp;nbsp;You may read my response to her following (I try to repond to all the letters and e-mails we recieve personally. Please pray for me as I do and that the Holy Spirit will use me in this way as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-465605215848904799?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/465605215848904799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=465605215848904799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/465605215848904799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/465605215848904799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-friend-has-cancer-and-this-is-what.html' title='Our Friend Has Cancer and This is What she Wrote...'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-8573954845449724619</id><published>2008-11-04T12:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T12:19:52.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Special Friend has Cancer...my Response</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY:Tahoma } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; My heart went out to a special friend who watches our Maralee Dawn and Friends TV series every Saturday. She recently wrote about her cancer, I will not use her name just the first letter "S". Here is what I wrote back, perhaps you have a friend with cancer? This might encourage them too...feel free to use it. We are all part of the same family, and we need to "ber each others burdens".&lt;BR&gt; &lt;P class=EC_EC_MsoNormal style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 12pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: fuchsia; FONT-FAMILY: 'Book Antiqua','serif'"&gt;My dear S,&lt;BR&gt;I was so very happy to get your e-mail this morning (Nov 02)! Thank you for remembering to pray for me sweet friend. I am sorry that you must take this chemo, but I am proud of you. You are so brave and courageous! I am delighted to know that you are getting better and that you have great Dr's and nurses! I will pray for them too. Do you have a wig now? I wear a lot of different wigs on my shows, did you notice? I have about 15 wigs!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Did you hear the story about the little 3 year old boy who had memorized the 23 Psalm? Have you ever memorized a verse before&amp;gt; This little boy stood up in church to recite his verse for all the people. He looked out and got a little frightened, and had what you might call "brain freeze'! He took a deep breath and said "The Lord is my shepherd...then silence, and then he said "thats all I know and thats all I need to know"! Big smile. I can learn from the little boy and so can you. A shepherd looks after His sheep. He uses his staff to chase a way the big bad wolves! And the hook part on his staff is to reach around a little lamb to use a hook when a lamb falls down, sometimes that get stuck in a crack in the rocks and he can use the hook end lift it out. He cleans there sores and and pours on something like wine to clean it (and that hurts like stink!). But He must clean it because you know how bad it is infection gets in there right? And then the great shepherd pours on oil, the healing kind, and that feels so good. The shepherd loves his lambs and they recognize His voice. he knows every lambs name and calls them by their name. He knows you Shelley, and He loves you so much.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;We Love you too!&lt;BR&gt;Maralee Dawn, Butch and Suzi and friends&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=EC_EC_MsoNormal style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 12pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: fuchsia; FONT-FAMILY: 'Book Antiqua','serif'"&gt;Heb13:8 &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-8573954845449724619?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8573954845449724619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=8573954845449724619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/8573954845449724619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/8573954845449724619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-special-friend-has-cancermy.html' title='Our Special Friend has Cancer...my Response'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-2633685622110519815</id><published>2008-10-28T20:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T20:57:10.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Your Dreams and Embracing Your Passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY:Tahoma } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font color="black" face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;Living your dreams and embracing your passions, now how exciting is that? I am so motivated to write this its like the Holy Spirit is prompting me. There are so many things but where do I start? It's coming to me like a super sized load of towels tumbling out of the dryer. Let me see if I can do one towel at a time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font color="black" face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;The pursuit of my dream began when my friend Cheri and I attended a conference in Boston this past year called, God has a Dream for Your Life, and the more I listened to the keynote speakers talk about their "God Dreams"&amp;nbsp; the more I disconnected. I could not relate to the dream thing. I had no dream. There have been many times that I have had dreams as a child and youth and I was blessed to see most of them come to pass. But there I was, and here I am, in transition, without a dream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font color="black" face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Two weeks ago I was in Washington, DC standing on the stairs near the White House, where Martin Luther King stood, in fact right on top of the very words, "I Have a Dream", imprinted in concrete. I lifted my face to the starry sky and said " God I don't have a dream. Why don't you give me a dream"? I thought of the verse ..."with out a vision (dream) my people parish."&amp;nbsp; And being a type 'A' personality I needed a dream, I felt like I was dying, surely God knew that, He created me!&lt;br&gt; &amp;nbsp;And now it is all coming together, like a revelation, but in little bites. There was my devotional, My Utmost for His Highest, by Oswald Chambers, Aug 05, The Baffling Call of God, it caught my attention because I am writing my life story and the working title is 'The Call'. So I read what Oswald had to say "God called Jesus Christ to what seemed unmitigated disaster...He [Jesus] led everyone of them [the disciples] to the place where their hearts were broken" (now I could relate to that)! ..."The things that happen do not happen by chance, they happen entirely in the decree of God". And now here is the crux of the matter, "If we are in communion with God and recognize that He is taking us into His purposes, we shall no longer try to find out what His purposes are...we are less inclined to say - Now why did God allow this and that?"&amp;nbsp; Then there was a bite that came from Rev Claire Stevens who said "God is not a distant deity. He is here." Claire chose his text from the book of John (the book that I instruct new believers to read because it teaches us who Jesus is) and John uses the word 'believe' so many times! And then as I turned the pages in John my eyes fell upon the notes from Kay Arther, when she addressed us (Women in Christian Media) in Nashville earlier this year. Kay challenged us with two keys, #1 You; meaning you knowing your God, and #2 Your body a living sacrifice! And Suellen  Roberts prompted me with "your call (dream) is likely the thing you do with ease, what brings you the most peace"? I pondered that question (yes like Mary) and I couldn't answer it. It is like asking a person, with multiple talents, pick your favorite instrument. I like them all!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font color="black" face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;While I was in Spring Field Mo, searching for my dream, Dr Debbie Gill my host, encouraged me with her teaching to fast and pray, to know Gods will and plans/dreams for my life. We attended the Inaugural Lecture of DeLonn L. Rance who spoke passionately about "Fulfilling the Apostolic Mandate in Apostolic Power" and I wept. Then we sang the old time hymns that I haven't sung in a decade or more, the ones I sang out at the top of my lungs as a teen whom had heard 'the call"; I will go where you want me to go dear Lord.." and the second song was just as powerful "Take my Life and Let it be... wow, what an impact. Now if only I had "A Dream". Dr Cathie Kroeger prayed with me and encouraged me but still ...no dream. Rev Carol Griffiths fed me the next bite; "I am giving you a "special assignment", I was ready for any assignment, "go into all the world and preach the good news, and I give you my authority, my presence and Holy Spirit power!" Thats it? That is the assignment? Some how it all started to come together for me, like the final pieces in a puzzle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font color="black" face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I get it. Gods dream for my life is in the here and now. He is here, and His dream for me is that I trust Him here and now without reservation. I need to focus on the present, all of the above divine appointments were imprinting my life. They were all God orchestrated. I am living His dream for me as I walk with Him, hand in hand, day by day. Knowing Him is his dream for me. Intimacy with Him is His dream for me. I am living my dream and only now, today, I realized it. The journey I am on is... "His dream journey for me"! I was looking to the stars, the prophets, my teachers and longing for "A Dream", something big, a vision for the future type of dream. And Gods dream for me was here all the time! Big smile. I have been living "the dream" all along. The here and now with my Jesus. LOL. How funny is that? I am passionate about every person I meet, every e-mail I send, and every divine appointment. They are God's dream team for me! I am highly favored, deeply loved, and very, very blessed. I am free from the intense pursuit of finding my dream. I am living my dream, His dream for me, and embracing my passion to proceed with "my special assignment" here and now. I am free. Smile. Yes free indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-2633685622110519815?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2633685622110519815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=2633685622110519815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/2633685622110519815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/2633685622110519815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2008/10/living-your-dreams-and-embracing-your.html' title='Living Your Dreams and Embracing Your Passion'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-4400301233933164929</id><published>2008-10-26T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T06:38:22.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rule of Thumb</title><content type='html'>Dr Debbie Gill told me this saying comes from England and the meaning was intended to be instructions for men. They were allowed to beat their wives with a stick, so long as it was no larger in circumference then their thumb. Thus we have the expression "rule of thumb". I think this is one phrase that I will drop from my vocabulary! I could laugh and say "be sure to marry a man with small hands, or at least a skinny thumb. Preferably no thumbs"! However facts tell us that abuse is prevalent today. For example, what do you think the #1 reason for women visiting emergency rooms is? Dr Nancy Nason Clark and Dr Cathie Kroeger have done the research and the answer is ...partner abuse. Sigh. Must break the heart of our creator, my Lord and my God. And... Jesus wept. #end&lt;a id="publishButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonOuter"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonMiddle"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonInner"&gt;Publish Post&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-4400301233933164929?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4400301233933164929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=4400301233933164929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/4400301233933164929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/4400301233933164929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2008/10/rule-of-thumb.html' title='Rule of Thumb'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-5065193214775527743</id><published>2008-10-25T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T23:52:29.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>It is good to be back in Langley and to reconnect with family and friends. I spent the day helping my son and his daughter Erica, moving. It was a  long hard day but a joy to see them settle in to their new place. Transitions and changes are hard and often come when you least expect. It seems as I plowed through with them today, I was reminded of my many moves. Who would have imagined I would be where I am today. Impossible! I try to sit still and listen, I am blessed because I'm learning to "be still and know that I am God". Yes I know,  because I know.#end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-5065193214775527743?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5065193214775527743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=5065193214775527743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/5065193214775527743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/5065193214775527743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2008/10/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-4062982650718970245</id><published>2008-10-18T20:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T20:46:07.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noah and the Ark</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY:Tahoma } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt;I was in Spring Field, Mo and met with amazing scholars at the AG offices there.&amp;nbsp;My hostess, Dr Debbie Gill was amazing and I was so blessed and honoured. She even met me at the airport with flowers in hand! I was treated like a queen. God is so good to me. Dr Gill teaches Greek and did you know that in Proverbs 31 the translation for Virtuous women was not correct. The original greek word is 'valient women'. Yup. But it got changed in the translation. It is good to go back to the original. She taught me many things. Oh yes and the expression "rule of thumb" do you know what that means? Check this site tomorrow and I tell you, smile, or the next day or so in case I don't blog right away. You can also check out Branson, she took me there to see the show Noah's Ark, it was so amazing, I have no idea how many real animals were on stage but dozens and birds too! It was incredible and a must see if you can get to Branson, not to mention about 100 theatres in the area!!&lt;BR&gt; And now I am so blessed here in Milpitas, California (25 min from San Francisco) with Karen Mark and Travis. Please pray for the services tomorrow. Thanks...and blessings! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-4062982650718970245?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4062982650718970245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=4062982650718970245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/4062982650718970245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/4062982650718970245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2008/10/noah-and-ark.html' title='Noah and the Ark'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-105975910145078145</id><published>2008-10-13T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T18:39:36.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Had a Dream...</title><content type='html'>Just two days ago I stood in Washington DC on the very spot where Martin Luther King said the words "I had a dream..." It was an ah ha moment and I felt a deep inner strength and I asked the Lord...what is my dream?  What do you want for me Lord? Have you asked the Lord that question? I am trusting to recieve an answer ....soon. watch for it. Smile. And in the mean time blessings!&lt;br /&gt;#end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-105975910145078145?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/105975910145078145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=105975910145078145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/105975910145078145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/105975910145078145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-had-dream.html' title='I Had a Dream...'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-87625334629691129</id><published>2008-10-02T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T15:25:02.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Rogers Neighbourhood</title><content type='html'>I had a wonderful time in Greensburg at the Alliance church and a highlight was meeting the many fans that have been watching our TV series! And the 6-7 kids that made decisions to follow Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;And then there was my new friend Mary Ann who is a writer an article that was on the front page of the local paper. She also gave me heads up that Mr Rogers grew up and produced all his programs in Greensburg! She also let me know that the new Mr Rogers centre was having it grand opening while I was there. It was such fun to tour it and my host and hostess were so kind to take me. I hope to add some pictures.See more at www.fredrogerscenter.org&lt;br /&gt;I am now in Boston with my friend, Cheri Guze, who has 3 girls undeer 2, she has 8 week old identical twins! I am loving it!#end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-87625334629691129?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/87625334629691129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=87625334629691129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/87625334629691129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/87625334629691129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2008/10/mr-rogers-neighbourhood.html' title='Mr Rogers Neighbourhood'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-4483163552461916989</id><published>2008-09-27T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T11:14:23.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am in America, can you please pray?</title><content type='html'>Greetings Friends!&lt;br /&gt;I have arrived safely in Greensburg at 2:30 am this morning after 16 hours in transit and three flights, on missed connection (but it was for such a good price, I saved a lot of money)! It is an outreach with the Greensburg Alliance church, and a pro life rally, smile. I am so blessed to be a part.My  hostess is a lovely lady and we are going to tour today, tomorrow is the show at 6:30 pm, please pray.&lt;br /&gt;Here are the other events:&lt;br /&gt;Sept 30-Oct 7 Boston, visiting with Cheri Guze (board member from the inception of this ministry) and her three daughters under two! (New born identical twin girls).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct8-Oct 12 Washington , DC - speaker at the conference PASCH (Peace adn Saftey in the Christian Home) &lt;a href="http://www.peaceandsaftey.com/"&gt;www.peaceandsaftey.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct 14-Oct 16 - Springfield, Mo in exective networking meetings with the National leaders of the Assemblies of God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct 17-21 San Francisco, Ca- ministerin at the church of my previous ministry assistance, Karen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct 24- ministry luncheon meeting in Langely (very important please pray)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much I will post November later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-4483163552461916989?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4483163552461916989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=4483163552461916989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/4483163552461916989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/4483163552461916989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-in-america-can-you-please-pray.html' title='I am in America, can you please pray?'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-1515753979172554170</id><published>2008-09-25T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T00:47:19.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intentional Love</title><content type='html'>I was up at the hospital to visit my grandma again today, inspite of the smells sights and sounds that repulse me. It was a step of intentional love. After all it was grandma who was there for me when I was a new born and she applauded my first steps! She applauded for me at my recitals, was cheering for me each new birth f my own four kids and busy was  knitting and crocheting for each baby that I had. She pressed a silver dollar into each grand babies hand. And yes she was there when my kids grew up and had their own. Always placing a box of chocolate rasisns in there little fists  as their eyes danced and one of their first words was "gama". Precious years gone by and now my kids have kids and grandma is starting her journey to her final resting place. I want to be there for her. I want to be in the wings cheering her on. I enjoyed applauding for her tonight. When groaned about how I messed up the knitting project as she patiently showed me how to cast off, she looked at me side ways and said "A blind man would love to see this". We laughed. It was important for her to have a little bag taped to her tray to drop her garbage in, she so appreciated me getting one for her. She thanked me several times for coming to visit her and said she wished the family would come. I reminded her "I am family" and she said yeah but I mean the real family like Rita. Sigh. Everyday she says that to me. We repeat a lot of the same things. She struggles to remember what she can and tests me as she wants to be sure she is not losing more. "If I had my books and pictures around me I could do better" she would say and then reach for a family photo and begin saying each childs name. She loves to practice that each day. And I applaude. When its time to leave I ask if we can pray and then I recite the Lords Prayer, and each and ever time after I do she thanks me and then says "I don't say fancy long prayers like that I just say the one my mother taught me and she recites it for me in German and translates it in Engish. Forteen angels at my bed, two at my feet, two at my head two to wake me when I sleep and two to cover me with their wings and two to lead me home...something like that. And we say goodnight two or three times and I leave as she says I am very lucky to have these people to take care of me.. And I am very thankful you came to visti...now who are you again?&lt;br /&gt;And I smile and we hug and kiss and I think I am so lucky to have the privilege of applauding my grandma. Because it is me ho is most bless of all when I visit her. And I will continue as much as I possibly can, not out of duty or respect, though they are important too, but our of pure joy. It was a delight to be with her and I left feeling so blessed. Yup its me who leaves so grateful ad so blessed! And all of heaven applauds because...love should be, can be, no it must be intentional.#end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-1515753979172554170?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1515753979172554170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=1515753979172554170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/1515753979172554170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/1515753979172554170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2008/09/intentional-love.html' title='Intentional Love'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-5783903636982401566</id><published>2008-09-19T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T20:03:03.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-5783903636982401566?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5783903636982401566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=5783903636982401566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/5783903636982401566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/5783903636982401566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-4283977328276659372</id><published>2008-08-31T21:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T21:00:25.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Eagle named Spirit</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY:Tahoma } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt;I was in Coledale Alberta yesterday at a bird sanctuary and was surprised to find they were keeping a stately&amp;nbsp;Eagle latched to a pin in the ground with a leather tong around its ankle. The Golden Eagle, Spirit, just sat there turning his regal head from side to side as&amp;nbsp;we all&amp;nbsp;called out to him. My three grand kids were amused and the eight year old was busy taking photo's of Spirit. A volunteer bird keeper told us that Spirit was blind. It wasn't really noticeable until you studied the bird closely then you could see the right eye was a little glazed. Birds rely on their eyes, they&amp;nbsp;do not have a sense of smell. In order to get Spirit to eat&amp;nbsp;staff needed to press the food to his beak, right into his face. I pondered as to why they would keep that bird alive, force feeding a blind bird seemed a little confusing to me. At the end of the adventure we entered an exhibit hall with a slide show that displayed photo's of Spirit when he was brought in by a rescuer, dazed and wounded. He was&amp;nbsp;sitting up, like any passenger would, in the back seat of the van his rescuers delivered him in. They thought he had been hit by a car as his head was so badly swollen.&amp;nbsp;But the vet was shocked to discover that Spirit&amp;nbsp;had two bullets in his chest and two in his head. One entered through his right eye and settled in his skull. That was what blinded the right eye, infection set in and took the vision from his left eye. I sat in awe looking at the x rays on display. How is it that this bird is alive? And who would shoot an eagle? The lasting impact Spirit had on me and all three grand kids will go on for years to come. Spirit is an ambassador. Now I have full comprehension as to why he must stay alive. People need to hear his story. Perhaps one by one we will see changes made in peoples behaviour&amp;nbsp;because of this survivor. &lt;BR&gt; Our God who see's each sparrow fall cares about this Eagle, and He cares about you and I. We can learn from nature. A deeply wounded and damaged individual is precious and most valuable. They too are the greatest ambassadors we have. Let us ponder this message, deeply.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-4283977328276659372?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4283977328276659372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=4283977328276659372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/4283977328276659372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/4283977328276659372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2008/08/eagle-named-spirit.html' title='An Eagle named Spirit'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-6741491221408403587</id><published>2008-08-29T06:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T06:15:25.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You are Going to Hell!!</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had someone shout those words while shaking their finger in your face? That was my experience this past week. First time in my life (and hopefully the last)! I thought my response would have been anger, or perhaps a feeling of being crushed to the point of tears (that was me in the past) but it wasn&amp;#39;t. What would your response have been? I was surprised to find I had a deep inner peace, a serenity. Like the psalmist said &amp;quot;draw water from the well of your salvation&amp;quot;. I know in whom I have put my trust and so I answered my assailant with a calm reassuring voice. A soft answer turns away wrath, right? In this case it didn&amp;#39;t seem to, I believe my response fell on deaf ears. However, following the incident God did speak to me in a sweet way through an unexpected source, I had an unopened letter tucked in my purse from a prisoner. When I read the only words printed with shaky hand writing on a recipe card inside it said  &amp;quot;Satan is no match for our God&amp;quot;. I was strengthen. I had just preached on temptation, how satan is the accuser and the different ways He accused Jesus. So this is my test, and it is the one that often breaks me, accusations, the enemies weapon in my life. Sound familiar? And so just as Jesus answered the accuser so did I ...saying &amp;quot;It is written...&amp;quot; I live by every word that proceeds from the mouth of God, and I believe and receive His love. His mercy is new every morning! Thanks be to God. I will get in my car now, and drive for many hours to my next destination, Edmonton. I be will singing on my journey, likely a song like &amp;quot;I am blessed...&amp;quot; God is good is... all the time. Did I mention that about 25-30 committed their lives to Jesus this week? And others felt God call them to full time service, and many others rededicated their lives. Yes I am blessed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-6741491221408403587?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6741491221408403587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=6741491221408403587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/6741491221408403587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/6741491221408403587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-are-going-to-hell.html' title='You are Going to Hell!!'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-7723582699409680927</id><published>2008-08-27T08:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T08:34:26.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Time to Say Good Bye</title><content type='html'>My time here in Grande Prairie is nearing an end with only two more nights. I am believing that the best is yet to come! But this morning it was time to say Good Bye to my two grandkids and my daughter in law Kristi who have been such a huge support and blessing to me. Last night my heart over flowed with sweet joy as a group of children knelt and prayed to receive Jesus ...and with them was my 9 year old grandson Colton. His small step toward God made for a big celebration in heaven and in my heart! Smile.&lt;br&gt;Another gift from God, came yesterday morning as I ministered at a Day home type facility here for the severely disabled. Carla, one of the caregivers, came over to welcome me and shared with the group how she had been at the Alberta Beach camp as a little girl and met Butch and Suzi (and me) way back then. That blessed me. Then the clients warmed my heart with their unreserved laughter and spontaneous applause. Outwardly they were &amp;quot;differently abled&amp;quot; with every thing you can imagine, down syndrome, severe autism, etc but oh how they loved me and the puppets. They embraced Butch and Suzi, held the door for me coming and going and one lady came up at the end of the show almost in tears. She didn&amp;#39;t get to hug Butch. I offered for her to hug me instead, reminding of how difficult it was to get Butch to go into his suitcase. So then she said &amp;quot;what about Suzi, could I hug her?&amp;quot;. I added that I was sure Suzi would be sleeping and volunteered for her to hug me this time, and perhaps another day hug the puppets . She reluctantly agreed. Sigh. It was sooo precious. I pray the Lord will keep me child like and tender hearted, like those sweet new friends. And early this morning this verse was sent to me...&lt;p&gt;But the LORD said to Samuel, &amp;quot;Do not consider his appearance or his height, for I have rejected him. The LORD does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at the outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart.&amp;quot; 1 Samuel 16:7 Big smile!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-7723582699409680927?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7723582699409680927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=7723582699409680927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/7723582699409680927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/7723582699409680927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-time-to-say-good-bye.html' title='Its Time to Say Good Bye'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-707775322397766321</id><published>2008-08-26T03:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T03:07:01.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the park at Grande Prairie Alberta</title><content type='html'>Last night it was so cold in the Park, I think about 8 degrees with a forty mile wind. I didn&amp;#39;t expect anyone to show up but about 200 people came out! They sat and watched the show wrapped up in blankets, smile, quite a sight to see. My daughter in law Kristi and two grand kids were center front and cheering me on! At one point the wind nearly blew over speakers that were standing tall on poles ...but the audio technicians saw them sway and ran over and caught them and laid them on the ground. They may move the show indoors tonight. My hands were so cold after the show that I would welcome the move! But there are so many things to consider, like the people who show up at the park because of the advertisement, like the man named Rasco who was there the first night. He raised his hand along with more than a dozen others to receive Jesus. He came forward at the end and wept telling us that he was raised by his praying grandmother and was now living on the streets and his life was centered around drugs and alcohol. Please continue to pray that the good work that was started in him would be completed,that the miracle cleansing and changing power of our Saviour would rescue him from the prison he is in, may the chains of addiction be broken! There were many more decisions last night too. Gideons have provided us with Bibles, it is such a joy to hand them out to people who have never owned one... in fact some kids have never seen a Bible and are literally holding one for the first time in their life! Hard to believe isn&amp;#39;t it?&lt;br&gt;Today I will minister at a home for people with special needs and then tonight another big rally. Please continue to pray for us. The People at the Grand Prairie Alliance church are working so hard to host this event and are a delight for me to work with with, a real blessing! One more thing...&lt;br&gt;My moms sister Rita, who is the same age as me (and we are very close), lost her husband on Sat to pneumonia, the funeral is Thursday in Burnaby, BC. I was going to cancel my last show here on Thursday night and go to the funeral but Rita has asked me to remain here and that &amp;quot;the show must go on&amp;quot; so I will do so. It is such a hard decision my heart is with her and our family who will gather. Please remember all of us in your prayers. Thanks. Maralee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-707775322397766321?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/707775322397766321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=707775322397766321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/707775322397766321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/707775322397766321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-park-at-grande-prairie-alberta.html' title='In the park at Grande Prairie Alberta'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-2821467514687642262</id><published>2008-08-22T22:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T22:30:05.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sparkle in my Day</title><content type='html'>I thank God because &amp;quot;Today is a gift and thats why we call it &amp;quot;the present&amp;quot;, my grandma made a plaque for me with that on it. I love it. And each day I look for a present from my heavenly Father, I call it &amp;quot;sparkle in my day&amp;quot;. Today it was like fire works! I received an e-mail from a stranger that saw our show and said it was like &amp;quot;Mr Rogers&amp;quot; and they loved it and wanted to encourage me. Smile. Then my two sisters and I had a &amp;#39;girls day&amp;#39; totally unplanned but I was in town (for the funeral of my cousins husband) and they both had today off. We had one of our best visits ever! We shopped at Value Village and found shoes for my puppets and cowboy boots for me. I need them as tomorrow I head to Grand Prairie to do a week of Western Shows in the Park each night. My sister Val helped me coordinate and organize all the costumes for the puppets and me...more sparkle! And at the end of the day I had a visit with my niece Amber that was very sweet. And an e-mail from senior friends of mine who are in a home now but wanted to encourage me and tell me they are praying. Last but not least I was reminded that the enemy of our soul, and believers, have one thing in common, we both underestimate the power of prayer!! Yikes... I need to change that, and by the help of the Holy Spirit I will!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-2821467514687642262?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2821467514687642262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=2821467514687642262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/2821467514687642262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/2821467514687642262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2008/08/sparkle-in-my-day.html' title='Sparkle in my Day'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-3566203391227646147</id><published>2008-08-21T22:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T22:46:08.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My car hydroplaned !!</title><content type='html'>Driving through the mountains, at the worst place, the Coquihaula, I saw a sign &amp;quot;When slippery do not use cruise control&amp;quot; and I was in Cruse so I turned it off and in a few minutes I hydroplaned and my heart nearly stopped. Then a short distance down the road another sign high critical accident zone slow down&amp;quot; and I was only driving 90 k and it was posted at 110 but I decided to go down to 80 and within a few minutes I had another pool and found the car hydroplane again! I was thanking God for the warning signs (that may have saved my life). And for the supporters you are praying for me every day and especially for this trip. Early in the Morn I prayed with WCM (Women in Christian Media) via conference call and was so blessed. I started to recall our time on the phone and began to sing &amp;quot;Sweet Hour of Prayer...In season of distress and grief my soul has often found relief...&amp;quot; My heart began to break for Yvonne and her three year old twins, the funeral was today.&lt;br&gt;Once again reminded of the brief time we spend on this side of eternity, and the painful farewells to those we love. There are many things we wrestle with down here and one day the answers will come first hand from our Father above. Until then I am reminded not to latch on to the &amp;quot;why&amp;quot; but the &amp;quot;what can I do now to bring honor to the Lord in this situation&amp;quot;. Yvonne was strong, and the funeral was blessed with humor, found memories and a sweet fragrance of the Holy Spirit&amp;#39;s presence. My devotions talked about &amp;quot;no way out of the hard and narrow place except at the tope&amp;quot; which means we must die to everything and empty our arms of all we cling to, whether relationships, theology or preconceived pat answers, and with our empty arms embrace Jesus and all that He has for us. He will take us farther and higher than we ever dreamed. My granddaughter, Erica, had a sleep over two days ago and she made me a necklace that says, &amp;quot;Dream Big&amp;quot;. In the hard places, we have no strength to dream, none at all. However i can embrace the dreams of my Lord Jesus, to seek and saved the Lost. His dreams are mine. Today I choose to die to the old and embrace the new. I struggle, I wrestle, but the angel told Jacob...&amp;quot;for as a prince you have the power with God and with men...&amp;quot;, It was a critical hour of change, transformation and new beginnings. Let this be true for me today too. And for Yvonne Benson and her girls. Who would have thought new beginnings would be so painful? Like giving birth...the rewards are yet to come, it takes time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-3566203391227646147?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3566203391227646147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=3566203391227646147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/3566203391227646147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/3566203391227646147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-car-hydroplaned.html' title='My car hydroplaned !!'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-8859680847246320893</id><published>2008-08-17T23:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T23:35:55.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another amazing week of camp!</title><content type='html'>Everything was unfamiliar and I didn&amp;#39;t think I would know anyone at this new Camp ...Camp Fatherst Out on Cowcahan river, Vancouver island. I was in for so ,many surprises/ The first women I met, in the washroom of all  places, knew me when I ministered 30 years ago in Courtney BC! And remembered the songs we sang! Then I was to meet three more people that knew Calvin and Claire Farnel very well and also my friends Eunice and Ken. In fact one of them sits on the school board with Ken for the Christian school in Courtney. Such a small world. Then two 12 year old  boys in my group met each other both boys had the same first same and were being raised by their grandma&amp;#39;s! I will call them Colin (not their real name). It was amazing to have such a small group of about 15 kids ages 4 through grade 7. Several of the older children were exceptionally gifted, musically and other wise. One was a virtuoso on the Violin. Another wrote songs and played the guitar, I gave two of them Vent lessons. Another grade 3 boy had a photo graphic memory! there was also a precious down syndrome girl who was a bright ray of sunshine to all of us. t was a stretch for me to gel the group and get them working together as a team. But they sure did and worked hard on memory work etc. i was proud of them and especially proud of how they could pray, we even built a temple and had a &amp;#39;wailing wall&amp;#39; like in Israel. Many serious needs were posted. One colin had to leave the camp early without sayig good bye. We were all sad. We prayed. Then the report came back. The Aunt who had been raising him prior to his grandma, had been rushed to hospital&lt;br&gt;with  hours left to live. Colin asked to be left alone with her and took his Bible and lead her in steps of salvation. She received Jesus into her life! The miracle was that the morning that he left I had jsut done a puppet show with my grandpa Character saying how important it is for kids to tell their grandparents that going to church and reading the Bible can&amp;#39;t get them to heaven and to explain the one and only way to be sure you are saved. The miracle was that grandpa character was suppose to be Friday buy at the last minute I changed him to Thursday, this was God&amp;#39;s plan...no doubt. My fried Kim came out to camp to help me and what a blessing she was. God granted us so much favor.&lt;br&gt;I am blessed!!&lt;br&gt;Prayer for saftey I leave Wed to drive to Edmt *my niece has suddenly lost her husband and is alone now with twin three year olds_ I will attend the funeral in Edmt and then drive the next day to Grand Prairie for the VBS for the entire family every night at a dwon town band shel!!! I am so blessed. God is so good and so faithful.&lt;br&gt;Blessings!&lt;br&gt;Maralee&lt;br&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-8859680847246320893?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8859680847246320893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=8859680847246320893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/8859680847246320893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/8859680847246320893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-amazing-week-of-camp.html' title='Another amazing week of camp!'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-8623098688468870573</id><published>2008-08-08T23:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T23:57:25.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another VBS and I am so blessed</title><content type='html'>I have just arrived back from Oliver, BC the wine capitol of the world ...so they say! It was a highlight for me to go with a vinedresser into the vineyards and learn more about the pruning process. I am the vine and you are the branches if you abide in me and I in you you will bear much fruit. That is whet I was feeling in my spirit. I need to be close to him abiding in Jesus is the only way.&lt;br&gt;I also visited in a home where they made the largest cherry pie in the guinness book of records. It was 20 feet in diameter, two feet deep and took 2,000 pounds of cherries (I think thats what he said). The pie plate was made by a welding and fabrication company and then they took it back after and reused the materials. I forgot to ask how they baked the pie crust? But perhaps it was as hot then as it was this week 38-40 degrees! I think it would cook fairly fast! What a blessing to be with this wonderful church and the people treated me like a queen. I was even taken to the exquisite gulf coarse for lunch! Peggy Graham my friend who is 104 had me stay in her home. It was a blessing to be there and to reminisce  about the years she worked for Maralee Dawn Ministries and travelled with me too Especially the 6 month trip to Africa and 8 other countries. That was about 25 years ago and she was in her late 70&amp;#39;s (and we thought that she was old then!) Smile. She loves to joke about that. I wanted to bless the church but I think in the end I was the  one most blessed especially to see about 40-50 decisions. Big smile and thank you for your prayers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-8623098688468870573?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8623098688468870573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=8623098688468870573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/8623098688468870573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/8623098688468870573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-vbs-and-i-am-so-blessed.html' title='Another VBS and I am so blessed'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-4387466826806853163</id><published>2008-08-01T07:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T07:57:05.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We can Trust the Man who Died for us</title><content type='html'>My devotional streams in the dessert started with a quote from an unknown pastor who knelt and prayed those very words. And Romans 6:13 was the reference which urges us to surrender our lives to God as people &amp;quot;who have risen from the dead&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Wow that is where I want to start this first day of August. Oswald Chambers in my Uttmost says today, &amp;quot;as long as you will not obey you are in the way.&amp;quot; He also says &amp;quot;when we are certain in the way God is going to work, that he will never work in that way....&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;So here I am back to an issue of waiting on God with the right attitude, one of trust and obedience. This is where I begin my day. Bringing my requests before Him with thanks giving (now that is easy my friend Cheri has delivered identical twin girls yesterday, and I am so thankful for they are miracles on many levels). Its the stopping to listen what He wants me to do today, and then when I hear HIm the more difficult is to &amp;#39;obey&amp;#39;. I fail so often because first the break down of &amp;#39;trust&amp;#39;, why do I hesitate to trust the one who died for me? If there is anyone I can ever trust it is Him! And second I get so distracted from what the Holy Spirit urges me to do. so, today, August first a new beginning in a year of new beginnings, I will pause, pray and obey. I will make the decision to trust today. And move forward one day at a time (like my son when he quit smoking cold turkey, he said he just put an x on the calendar and did it one day at a time). Smile. I can do this. And with a smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-4387466826806853163?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4387466826806853163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=4387466826806853163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/4387466826806853163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/4387466826806853163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-can-trust-man-who-died-for-us.html' title='We can Trust the Man who Died for us'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-1627064303836941854</id><published>2008-07-29T07:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T07:21:31.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pope Has Ruled: Women are not Subordinate</title><content type='html'>For the first time in the history of CBE (Christians for Biblical Equality) held their conference in Canada, in Toronto, Ontario. I was privileged to be there and I helped man a booth for Dr Catherine Kroeger , the founder and past president of CBE, and now the founder and president of PASCH (Peace and safety in the Christian Home) I helped take care of the PACSH booth.&lt;br&gt;One of the highlights for me at CBE was attending Dr Kevin Giles lecture on &amp;quot;The Pope Has Ruled...&amp;quot; According to Dr Giles, for two thousand years the Catholic church has preached that women were in second place, based on the fact they were created second. But now apparently that is &amp;quot;forever changed&amp;quot;. According to Dr Giles the Pope has recently made a statement which affirms the full equality and dignity of women. The Pope took a stand for &amp;quot;mutual submission&amp;quot;. Dr Giles continued with important facts and transitions, not just in the Catholic community but many other Christian communities as well. He elaborated on the verse in Genesis that says &amp;quot;man needs a help meet:&amp;quot; often misquoted as a &amp;quot;help mate&amp;quot;. The Hebrew word for &amp;quot;help meet&amp;quot; is not &amp;quot;second Mate&amp;quot; like in a ship command with a hierarchal system but rather a help &amp;quot;meet&amp;quot; is saying &amp;quot;man needs a helper like himself&amp;quot;. That would be an equal partner. Smile. I like that. It make me think of something... did you ever consider the fact that &amp;quot;dog is mans best friend&amp;quot;, but he can never be his &amp;quot;help meet&amp;quot;, his equal partner. So God created women. Knowing that He created both man and women in his. God&amp;#39;s plan is that both man and women would have unique giftings so that when they come together with equality and mutual submission in so doing they create something far greater then either have alone. I think we are finally getting it. And the church is finally getting it, sigh, and I am finally getting it! That must make God smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-1627064303836941854?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1627064303836941854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=1627064303836941854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/1627064303836941854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/1627064303836941854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2008/07/pope-has-ruled-women-are-not.html' title='The Pope Has Ruled: Women are not Subordinate'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-1471126463141212113</id><published>2008-07-27T22:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T22:08:23.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God has a Dream for Your Life</title><content type='html'>Last year on this day I was in Boston at a Women of Faith conference and that was the title...God has a Dream...and I had a dream for my life too! Smile. I went home from the conference and open my devotional My Utmost for His Highest, by Oswald Chambers and my idea and lessons from the conference were crushed and the chaff was blown away and this is what all that remained...pieces of what Mr Chambers had to say...and I quote:&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;We must never put our dreams of success as God&amp;#39;s purpose for us. His purpose may be exactly the opposite. We have an idea that God is leading us to a particular end, a desired goal; but He is not....What we call the process God calls the end. His purpose is that I depend on Him and His power NOW. God is not working towards a particular finish; His end is the process...It is the process not the end that is glorifying to God. God&amp;#39;s end is for me to see that He can walk on the chaos of life right now...we do not pay sufficient attention to the immediate present: if we realize that obedience is the end, then each moment as it comes is precious.&lt;br&gt;Be blessed and splash it on to others, like a sweet perfume. Maralee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-1471126463141212113?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1471126463141212113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=1471126463141212113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/1471126463141212113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/1471126463141212113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2008/07/god-has-dream-for-your-life.html' title='God has a Dream for Your Life'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-5916589242076044746</id><published>2008-07-26T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T20:36:51.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time passes too swiftly</title><content type='html'>I have been so blessed by so many precious friends these last few weeks but also very busy. I made a new friend Nita, and she is so like me. It's like looking in a mirror! And we both love popcorn!&lt;div&gt;Did you know the Bible states that God himself picks are friends and neighbours? Today I pause to thank Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends and family are the richest blessing (gifts) we have or will ever have. I feel very rich and very, very blessed! How about you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maralee#end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-5916589242076044746?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5916589242076044746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=5916589242076044746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/5916589242076044746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/5916589242076044746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2008/07/time-passes-too-swiftly.html' title='Time passes too swiftly'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-5525077294438150194</id><published>2008-07-13T03:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T03:19:08.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Land Experience more than I expected</title><content type='html'>It was indiscernible and absolutely astonishing to be at the Holy Land here in Orlando! Please check it our &lt;a href="http://www.holylandexperience.com"&gt;www.holylandexperience.com&lt;/a&gt; Not many can afford to take their children and or grandkids to the Holy land so this is the next best thing, It can be a life changing experience and it definitely brings the Bible to life! The actors and singers are superb and as you walk through the replica of Solomon&amp;#39;s temple and sit by the reflecting pool the drama unfolds around you. It wasn&amp;#39;t long before I too was greeting everyone with &amp;quot;Shalom&amp;quot;! I can&amp;#39;t count the number of times I was moved to tears and celebrated the joy of my journey with Jesus as well as the Freedom we have in the Nations (Canada and America) in which we live. Many come to Orlando for Disney World but this experience is far greater and can leave an indelible imprint in the heart and soul of a child...of anyone for that matter! I can&amp;#39;t wait to come back, it was impossible to take in everything in one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-5525077294438150194?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5525077294438150194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=5525077294438150194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/5525077294438150194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/5525077294438150194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2008/07/holy-land-experience-more-than-i.html' title='Holy Land Experience more than I expected'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-2339227860820987525</id><published>2008-07-12T06:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T06:00:39.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Morning After...</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone!&lt;br&gt;Here I am in my hotel room in Orlando, Florida the morning after...the International Christian Visual Media awards banquet. When I got to my room it was late and I was too tired to blog but now the l Lord and I  are beginning our day and I am refreshed after a good nights rest! How blessed I was, and very grateful to receive recognition last night at on behalf of our team and all the hard work everyone did! We received the bronze award in both categories; Best Children&amp;#39;s series for Maralee Dawn and Friends and Best Children&amp;#39;s show for the show &amp;#39;Hero&amp;#39;s, a Cape and a big Fight&amp;#39;, which is one of our new High definition shows in Maralee Dawn and Friends series. We are so blessed! I hope to blog some photo&amp;#39;s very soon.&lt;p&gt;Today I will be going to the Holy Land Experience, &lt;a href="http://www.theholylandexperience.com"&gt;www.theholylandexperience.com&lt;/a&gt;, owned by TBN our largest Christian broadcaster). They will be giving me a VIP tour and have invited me to perform there possibly some time in the future. This is a little Israel built close to Disney World and I am looking forward to being there. And then tomorrow I will fly home. &lt;br&gt;Thank you for your prayers I have been so blessed and so rested in my spirit.&lt;br&gt;Be blessed and pass it on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-2339227860820987525?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2339227860820987525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=2339227860820987525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/2339227860820987525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/2339227860820987525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-after.html' title='The Morning After...'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-2004841481749021754</id><published>2008-07-08T22:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T22:08:06.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ICVM (International Christian Visual Media) 2008</title><content type='html'>This is an amazing conference!! Today one of the key note speakers was Jim Green, the man who was commissioned by Dr Bill Bright of Campus Crusade to produce the Jesus film 30 years ago. Then a few years ago the Children&amp;#39;s version, and now most recently the &amp;quot;Women&amp;#39;s&amp;quot; version called &amp;#39;Magdalene&amp;#39; which is the newest and is about Jesus love and affirmation of women! We saw a preview and it was very, very moving, it covers topics such as forgiveness and shame issues. Jim gave me a copy of the trailer I hope to share it next week in Toronto at the Christians for Biblical Equality conference which I will be attending.&lt;br&gt;Here are some other hi-lights:&lt;br&gt;Campus has a website called shorts.com and they are looking for ideas for short films to engage this generation that can be loaded on an ipod and will motivate people to ask questions and engaged in dialogue re the good news. They will pay $120 for an idea and $1,200 for a full script. They must be only 5-7 minutes in length. So check it out! ASAP&lt;br&gt;-Jesus was a master story teller. in every society story is the way we pass things on, ie grandpa with grandchild on his knee.&lt;br&gt;-Visual literacy is excel-orating. &amp;quot;Preach and print the gospel is something of the past but  now we need to &amp;#39;portray&amp;#39; the gospel&amp;quot;. We need to use more visual to reach this generation then any previous generation.&lt;br&gt;- Harvard study said that 85% of US high school graduates said they never wanted to read a book again after graduation. And 45% of College students responded the same!! (they prefer the internet).&lt;br&gt;-Barna research talks about the power of the visual and this &amp;#39;visually literate generation&amp;#39; and that his research shows that they are influenced mostly by; TV, film,internet, and music. And apparently he states they are least influenced by; parents, church and school (now thats a paradigm shift)!!&lt;br&gt;-this is a global media driven generation &lt;br&gt;-53%of the world is made up of youth&lt;br&gt;-young people watch an average of 120 films a year&lt;br&gt;-this generation derives their moral and spiritual moorings from the films they see&lt;br&gt;-Jesus knew all about the internet and film and that visuals engage the brain&lt;br&gt;-We need to think strategically and be intentional in reaching this visually engaged generation who are primarily oral learners&lt;br&gt;-Not one person trying to reach everyone but everyone trying to reach someone!&lt;br&gt;-Its always too soon to quit. (sigh, see I told you so, smile, and I told me so too) in fact it was just the other day I struggled with that.&lt;p&gt;Well dear friends that is it for tonight. I am blessed and encouraged...hope you are too. Yes I have an agenda, not to build up myself, or Maralee Dawn Ministries (which God has entrusted to me) but to be building the Kingdom, that is my agenda. And working together... I need you. Please pray &amp;#39;for&amp;#39; me, and pray &amp;#39;with&amp;#39; me as I seek God&amp;#39;s mind for the task that lies ahead. I am ready to do my part in building the Kingdom and am standing on Is 40:31.&lt;p&gt;Today is day 7 of my 21 day Daniel fast. I believe God is preparing me for my next assignment. There is no more exciting life then this walk of faith, so glad you are waling with me dear friends. And with our hand in His I have ever confidence that we will finish the coarse! And may we bring many along with us., this is my prayer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-2004841481749021754?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2004841481749021754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=2004841481749021754' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/2004841481749021754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/2004841481749021754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2008/07/icvm-international-christian-visual.html' title='ICVM (International Christian Visual Media) 2008'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-2536854097262051419</id><published>2008-07-07T19:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T19:59:51.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How many oranges does it take to make a 6 oz glass of juice?</title><content type='html'>What a privilege to be here in Orlando, Florida, land of sunshine and fresh orange juice! I love the juice here, I have no idea how many oranges they squeeze to make one full glass of juice but I did enjoy three fresh cool glasses of juice. It was a good thing for the first 20 min and then...well too much of a good thing is just too much. Smile. I will be careful the rest of the week! Do you think I drank a full bag of oranges? Perhaps 12? &lt;br&gt;My friend Janet Brann arrived today from South Africa and what a great blessing she is to me. We are sharing a room at the International Plaza Resort and Spa. Please pray for divine appointments for both of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-2536854097262051419?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2536854097262051419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=2536854097262051419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/2536854097262051419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/2536854097262051419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-many-oranges-does-it-take-to-make-6.html' title='How many oranges does it take to make a 6 oz glass of juice?'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-5680509631762169765</id><published>2008-07-01T07:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T07:33:14.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have You Been Robbed?</title><content type='html'>This was the question asked at the dominion conference by one of the guest speakers. He went on to askif the enemy has robbed us in any of the areas ie finances, family,children,grandchildren...or perhaps our joy or faith?&lt;BR&gt; I identified several areas where I could see the enemy at work over the years that I have been walking out my faith. His attacks have been relentless, however I am grateful for the weapons God has entrusted me with. The one I use least...prayer is the most powerful. I am commiting to move forward in that arena. Starting today I will begin a 21 day sugar fast as well. Want to join me? I have done it before for 40 days and it is&amp;nbsp;extreamly challenging the first 3 days and then you adjust and its very cleansing and healthy. Smile. Yes it means no sugar substitutes either (like diet drinks)!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt; &lt;a href='' target='_new'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-5680509631762169765?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5680509631762169765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=5680509631762169765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/5680509631762169765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/5680509631762169765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2008/07/have-you-been-robbed.html' title='Have You Been Robbed?'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-4604823502213136453</id><published>2008-06-30T23:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T23:41:24.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Refreshing Rain at Last!</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY:Tahoma } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; Have you had the heat wave that we are experiencing? Several days of plus 33 celcius! It feels so good to have the cooling rain tonight. But please pray for dry roads throught the moutains as we leave Lethbridge, Alberta&amp;nbsp;to head back to BC tomorrow!&lt;BR&gt; This conference has been a turning point for me, from mourning to joy!&lt;BR&gt; Yesterday one of the lady speakers tlaked about having her grand kids over for a sleep over. They call it going to 'Grandma Land", smile. How fun. In Grandma Land if you can reach it, say it, point to it, its yours! And there is very little discipline in Grandma Land.&lt;BR&gt; So if we could get a revelation of our heavenly father ...I think God loves us so much that He wants us to have that kind of intimacy with him where he cna just open the windows of heaven and rain down blessings on us. Like He did today for the thirsty flowers and trees. And are we not more valuable then they? Big smile. Lift your face to the sky friends and be blessed. The showers are here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-4604823502213136453?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4604823502213136453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=4604823502213136453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/4604823502213136453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/4604823502213136453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2008/06/refreshing-rain-at-last.html' title='Refreshing Rain at Last!'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-357223817724835478</id><published>2008-06-30T00:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T00:03:55.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY:Tahoma } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; What an incredible drive we had throught the gorgous Rocky Mountains, with amazing sunsets (2)&amp;nbsp;and a sunrise! We, Jamey the youth I am mentoring, and myself, left Langley BC on Friday night and drove until 1 am. Unable to find a hotel on the holiday week-end we hunkerd down in the vehicle and slept for about 5 restless hours. Then headed out again at sunrise. It was an arduous drive, 14 hours but we made it. Yes we saw wildlife too!We stopped in Banff and visited the famous fudge and candy store and arrived in Lethbridge Alberta in time for the kick off of the conference... proudly singing 'O Canada'. The last two days have flown by with early mornings and late nights (as you can see I am just about to turn in). Tommorow is the last day and then on Tuesday (July 01, Officially Canada Day) we&amp;nbsp;begin our trek back.&lt;BR&gt;Today was a 'break through' day for me and I will write more about that soon. Please continue to remember us in your prayers. Love to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-357223817724835478?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/357223817724835478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=357223817724835478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/357223817724835478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/357223817724835478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-8487784165755671727</id><published>2008-06-25T23:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T23:59:55.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We prayed tonight and Wow...</title><content type='html'>I was so blessed! Ten friends came, making time in their extremely busy schedules to meet with me was such a great gift! I am surprised how fast the time went they just left a short while ago (from 7 to 11PM). I didn&amp;#39;t experience any bright lights, other than the glow on their faces. And there were no Loud cries, other than our prayers. No angels unless they were the hands and feet of these precious ladies that blessed me so much, like Jesus in the flesh...&lt;br&gt;Jesus extended to me. And my heart puffed up with in me, and my Spirit soared and my faith expanded as we prayed, and I thought to myself &amp;quot;when they all go home and I am all alone again how will I feel? Will this all be a distant memory. Is it powerful enough to last until tomorrow? And I am sittin g her alone, and I sense your presence, you are here with me just as you promised and than I listen, I am still at last and I hear&lt;br&gt;you say...&amp;#39;mind if I join you?&amp;quot; Smile. Thank you Holy Spirit for being here as my comforter. And I glance up at the photo on my wall, looking off in the distance and I hear you again and you whisper ..&amp;quot;.be still and know that I am God&amp;#39;&amp;#39; And I now remember the little boy who stood up to recite the Lords Prayer and said &amp;quot;The Lord is my Shepherd...(pause) thats&amp;#39; all I know and thats all I need to know&amp;quot;. Smile. Me too. i am learning.&lt;p&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-8487784165755671727?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8487784165755671727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=8487784165755671727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/8487784165755671727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/8487784165755671727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-prayed-tonight-and-wow.html' title='We prayed tonight and Wow...'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-8647233387945828195</id><published>2008-06-24T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T11:11:49.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer, Sweet hour of prayer... or how about five minutes?</title><content type='html'>My friend Murial, in Toronto, did not know that tomorrow I am having a prayer meeting here in my apartment in Langley BC, with a group of ladies and this morning she sent me this link to visit a  prayer garden. It was so precious to me and was another way, very visual, to connect with my Father in a sweet connection of intimacy and thought provoking prayer. Please take time to visit this garden, its only a few minutes to do so but it could be life enriching or life changing for you today. Enjoy the journey and remember its not about the destination.&lt;br&gt;Love to you all (as I continue to learn to love more).&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.prayerforthenations.com/prayergarden/flash.htm"&gt;http://www.prayerforthenations.com/prayergarden/flash.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Prayer Changes things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-8647233387945828195?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8647233387945828195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=8647233387945828195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/8647233387945828195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/8647233387945828195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2008/06/prayer-sweet-hour-of-prayer-or-how.html' title='Prayer, Sweet hour of prayer... or how about five minutes?'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-2571701855291761412</id><published>2008-06-23T00:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T00:20:49.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love the Gypsies</title><content type='html'>We had a wonderful time together at the park today, my camera is broken or I could have posted some wonderful pictures of the families that come. It was a good turn out and I was introduced to new food, new fun and new friends. Butch and Suzi were dressed in their western attire and talked about the Canadian Gypsy is a cowboy/girl...LOL. They loved it. Most of them were from Europe and spoke Roma. Butch learned to count to three and to say good bye in Check. We sang the Country Riding preacher sitting on the back of my PT cruiser with the speakers facing out into the park...it worked perfectly!&lt;br&gt;A touching moment at the end was when one little 5 year old boy ran up and hugged Butch so tight (almost pulling him off my knee)! And then a tiny two year old girl with big dark eyes and a head full of curls gave him a big kiss. It was a tender moment. But sweetest of all was when I told my story/testimony and we recited John 3:16 and then 5 of them prayed to receive Christ. The angels are celebrating and so am I. It was the highlight of my week. I am so blessed!# end&lt;br&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-2571701855291761412?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2571701855291761412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=2571701855291761412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/2571701855291761412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/2571701855291761412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-love-gypsies.html' title='I love the Gypsies'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-5685592050821816725</id><published>2008-06-20T18:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T18:11:14.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gypsies are coming...</title><content type='html'>Hi Friends&lt;br&gt;I will be ministering tomorrow in Surrey for an out reach to Gypsies in a park and need you to help me pray for Sunshine. This has been the coldest June in the weather records history and the clouds and rain are suppose to continue this week-end. We are still waiting for strawberries too, and friends that are farmers are counting on at least 3-4 sunny dry days so they will ripen. Other wise they may go mold.&lt;br&gt;Please pray for the possibility of me mentoring a young lady this summer and for her to accompany me to the camps I have booked. And on Wednesday night I will have a group of ladies here in my home for prayer, we are looking for a couple of big miracle, will share more later.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;And the Lord turned the captivity of Job when he prayed for hi friends&amp;quot; ...is the verse from my devotions this morning. Reminding us of how critical it is to &amp;quot;pray for each other&amp;quot; I need you to pray for me because prayer changes things! I am pausing right now to pray for you dear friends.&lt;br&gt;With all my heart...Maralee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-5685592050821816725?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5685592050821816725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=5685592050821816725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/5685592050821816725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/5685592050821816725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2008/06/gypsies-are-coming_20.html' title='The Gypsies are coming...'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-222838707074258812</id><published>2008-06-20T18:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T18:09:30.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gypsies are coming</title><content type='html'>Hi Friends&lt;br&gt;I will be ministering tomorrow in Surrey for an out reach to Gypsies in a park and need you to help me pray for Sunshine. This has been the coldest June in the weather records history and the clouds and rain are suppose to continue this week-end. We are still waiting for strawberries too, and friends that are farmers are counting on at least 3-4 sunny dry days so they will ripen. Other wise they may go mold.&lt;br&gt;Please pray for the possibility of me mentoring a young lady this summer and for her to accompany me to the camps I have booked. And on Wednesday night I will have a group of ladies here in my home for prayer, we are looking for a couple of big miracle, will share more later.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;And the Lord turned the captivity of Job when he prayed for hi friends&amp;quot; ...is the verse from my devotions this morning. Reminding us of how critical it is to &amp;quot;pray for each other&amp;quot; I need you to pray for me because prayer changes things! I am pausing right now to pray for you dear friends.&lt;br&gt;With all my heart...Maralee&lt;br&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;br&gt;Try Chicktionary, a game that tests how many words you can form from the letters given. Find this and more puzzles at Live Search Games!&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://g.msn.ca/ca55/207"&gt;http://g.msn.ca/ca55/207&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-222838707074258812?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/222838707074258812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=222838707074258812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/222838707074258812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/222838707074258812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2008/06/gypsies-are-coming.html' title='The Gypsies are coming'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-4325091742554272481</id><published>2008-06-19T10:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:48:47.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My sister sent this to me this morning and I love it</title><content type='html'>do you need to be inspired, encouraged or blessed? Read this and you will be. Smile. Yes I am sure. I know its a little long for a blog ...but...worth it.&lt;br&gt;Psalm 55:22 &lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;Friends are God&amp;#39;s way of taking care of us.&amp;#39; &lt;br&gt;This was written by a Metro Denver Hospice Physician: &lt;p&gt;I was driving home from a meeting this evening about 5, stuck in traffic on Colorado Blvd., and the car started to choke and splutter and die - I barely managed to coast, cursing, into a gas station, glad only that I would not be blocking traffic and would have a somewhat warm spot to wait for the tow truck. It wouldn&amp;#39;t even turn over. Before I could make the call, I saw a woman walking out of the &amp;#39;quickie mart &amp;#39; building, and it looked like she slipped on some ice and fell into a Gas pump, so I got out to see if she was okay &lt;p&gt;When I got there, it looked more like she had been overcome by sobs than that she had fallen; she was a young woman who looked really haggard with dark circles under her eyes. She dropped something as I helped her up, and I picked it up to give it to her. It was a nickel. &lt;p&gt;At that moment, everything came into focus for me: the crying woman, the ancient Suburban crammed full of stuff with 3 kids in the back (1 in a car seat), and the gas pump reading $4.95. &lt;p&gt;I asked her if she was okay and if she needed help, and she just kept saying &amp;#39; don&amp;#39;t want my kids to see me crying,&amp;#39; so we stood on the other side of the pump from her car. She said she was driving to California and that things were very hard for her right now. So I asked, &amp;#39;And you were praying?&amp;#39; That made her back a away from me a little, but I assured her I was not a crazy person and said, &amp;#39;He heard you, and He sent me.&amp;#39; &lt;p&gt;I took out my card and swiped it through the card reader on the pump so she could fill up her truck completely, and while it was fueling, walked to the next door McDonald&amp;#39;s and bought 2 big bags of food, some gift certificates for more, and a big cup of coffee. She gave the food to the kids in the car, who attacked it like wolves, and we stood by the pump eating fries and talking a little. &lt;p&gt;She told me her name, and that she lived in Kansas City Her boyfriend left 2 months ago and she had not been able to make ends meet. She knew she wouldn&amp;#39;t have money to pay rent Jan 1, and finally in desperation had finally called her parents, with whom she had not spoken in about 5 years. They lived in California and said she could come live with them and try to get on her feet there. &lt;p&gt;So she packed up everything she owned in the car. She told the kids they were going to California for Christmas, but not that they were going to live there. &lt;p&gt;I gave her my gloves, a little hug and said a quick prayer with her for safety on the road. As I was walking over to my car, she said, &amp;#39;So, are you like an angel or something?&amp;#39; &lt;p&gt;This definitely made me cry . I said, &amp;#39;Sweetie, at this time of year angels are really busy, so sometimes God uses regular people.&amp;#39; &lt;p&gt;It was so incredible to be a part of someone else&amp;#39;s miracle. And of course, you guessed it, when I got in my car it started right away and got me home with no problem. I&amp;#39;ll put it in the shop tomorrow to check, but I suspect the mechanic won&amp;#39;t find anything wrong. &lt;p&gt;Sometimes the angels fly close enough to you that you can hear the flutter of their wings...&lt;p&gt;Psalms 55:22 &amp;#39;Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and He shall sustain thee. He shall ne ver suffer the righteous to be moved.&amp;#39; &lt;p&gt;My instructions were to pick four people that I wanted God to bless, especially for the remaining months in 2008 , and I picked you. &lt;p&gt;Please pass this to four people you want to be blessed and a copy back to me. &lt;p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Here is the prayer: &lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;Father, I ask You to bless my children, grandchildren friends, relatives and e mail buddies reading this right now. Show them a new revelation of your love and power. Holy Spirit, I ask You to minister to their spirit this very moment. Where there is pain, give them Your peace and mercy. Where there is self doubt, release a renewed confidence through Your grace, In Jesus&amp;#39; precious name. Amen. &amp;#39; &lt;p&gt;I know I picked more than four -- you can, too. &lt;br&gt;When Satan is knocking at your door, simply say, Jesus, could You please get that for me ?&lt;br&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;br&gt;Find hidden words, unscramble celebrity names, or try the ultimate crossword puzzle with Live Search Games. Play now!&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://g.msn.ca/ca55/212"&gt;http://g.msn.ca/ca55/212&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-4325091742554272481?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4325091742554272481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=4325091742554272481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/4325091742554272481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/4325091742554272481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-sister-sent-this-to-me-this-morning.html' title='My sister sent this to me this morning and I love it'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-7870594883068571028</id><published>2008-06-16T15:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T15:33:05.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a friend of Jesus</title><content type='html'>This morning I was encouraged when I read these words in my devotional &amp;#39;My Utmost for His Highest&amp;quot; by Oswald Chambers.&lt;br&gt;The challenge was in the question &amp;quot;are you willing to lay down your life&amp;quot;? I always took that to mean are you willing to die on the mission field. And my answer an infatic &amp;quot;yes&amp;quot;! However it turns out that its not so easy as just being willing to die, but the questions probes to a much deeper level and a greater sacrifice, at least in my opinion, it is challenging us to daily &amp;quot;lay down our desires in life, our lust of the flesh, pride of life kind of stuff, and follow Him. In other words make Jesus the center of every single decision of our day. Jesus did exactly that for 33 years, setting the example for me. Sigh. And I struggle to do it, throughly, for one day. But but the mercy of God and the supernatural strength of the Holy Spirit I am determined to do it &amp;quot;today&amp;quot;. How about you?&lt;br&gt;PS the meeting was great yesterday, the church name was actually Langely Full Gospel. The attendance was low do to Fathers Day, but that was OK the Holy Spirit was there in power...and it was &amp;quot;ME&amp;quot; who was ministered to most of all! Now that was a surprise. God is good.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;br&gt;Try Chicktionary, a game that tests how many words you can form from the letters given. Find this and more puzzles at Live Search Games!&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://g.msn.ca/ca55/207"&gt;http://g.msn.ca/ca55/207&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-7870594883068571028?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7870594883068571028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=7870594883068571028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/7870594883068571028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/7870594883068571028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-friend-of-jesus.html' title='I am a friend of Jesus'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-785694668036183131</id><published>2008-06-15T09:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T09:38:20.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a sunny Sabbath here in the Vancouver area!</title><content type='html'>i woke up with a song on my heart this morning and Jesus on my mind. And th=&lt;br&gt;en I thought about you, all my friends who have been walking with me these =&lt;br&gt;days and praying for me. I need you to pray today as this afternoon, Father=&lt;br&gt;s Day and a Happy Fathers day to all you Dads reading this) as I fo to mini=&lt;br&gt;ster in a needy community here in Surrey, BC. Please pray that s lost Dad w=&lt;br&gt;ill find his way to our heavenly Father. Pray that some Mothers son will co=&lt;br&gt;me home to His Father. Pray that some fathers weeping hearts cry for His ch=&lt;br&gt;ildren will be answered to day as a child or spouse bows there knee to King=&lt;br&gt;Jesus. Pray for healing in bodies, minds and especially in Spirit.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;br&gt;If you like crossword puzzles, then you&amp;#39;ll love Flexicon, a game which combines four overlapping crossword puzzles into one!&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://g.msn.ca/ca55/208"&gt;http://g.msn.ca/ca55/208&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-785694668036183131?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/785694668036183131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=785694668036183131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/785694668036183131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/785694668036183131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-sunny-sabbath-here-in-vancouver.html' title='It&apos;s a sunny Sabbath here in the Vancouver area!'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-62480001520946172</id><published>2008-06-12T07:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T07:41:32.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi Maralee,&lt;p&gt;CONGRATULATIONS on the ICVM Award! We are all very proud of you and the project.&lt;br&gt;Have a great time in Florida on July 12th.....wish I could be there to see you so honoured but will definitely be thinking of you.&lt;p&gt;Cheers&lt;br&gt;Susan x&lt;p&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-62480001520946172?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/62480001520946172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=62480001520946172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/62480001520946172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/62480001520946172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2008/06/hi-maralee-congratulations-on-icvm.html' title=''/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-3008940674326485262</id><published>2008-06-09T07:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T07:50:08.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Canadian Children's series up for prestigious International award!!</title><content type='html'>Master Ventriloquist Maralee Dawn and team will receive an award for the 'Maralee Dawn and Friends' Best Children's Series 2008 at the ICVM (International Christian Visual Media) conference, &lt;a href="http://www.icvm.com/"&gt;www.icvm.com&lt;/a&gt;, in Orlando, Florida on July 12. Maralee Dawn and Friends was filmed in High Definition by the leaders in the industry HDTV based in Calgary Alberta. Doug Munrow, one of the owners of HDTV, was one of the first in Canada to jump on the band wagon filming in HD and is known as a guru in the industry. Maralee Dawn's studio is located in Lethbridge Alberta at the Miracle Channel and the partnership with HDTV and the MC crew and staff was excellent according to Gord Klassen the VP and Jon Koopman who were both a part of the production. Producer Drew Martin, was ecstatic with the results and was the liaison with the AFD, Alberta Film Development, to procure a grant to complete the project.&lt;br /&gt;Credit goes to Christopher Bessett, director extrodinaire from Niagra,Ontario (terrapin-point.com) who was with the production from inception. Barbara Varrin, Edmonton, Alberta, who spent endless hours in Pre production organizing all the diverse elements of the shoot and was able to cram everything into sequence so that we stayed on budget and within our time frame...nothing less than a miracle! Marnie Wooding, writer from Vancouver, BC. Eclipse, the award winning set designers (Vancouver) and the gifted Lois Melnychk (Surrey) who wrote dozens of songs. Hilde Stevens was the children's wrangler (over 500 kids) who orchestrated clusters of kids for in studio recordings pre production. Blue Lion Studios, with Dean Maerz engineer pre mixed all the music and taught the puppets how to sing! Aja Jade Beattie, make up expert, (able to make Maralee look by at least 10 years younger) smile. Susan Llemann was the choreographer and puppet wrangler who practiced her skills, in previous years, in productions with her friends the late Shari Lewis and Lamb Chops. Carol deJong (Langley) the wardrobe expert, seamstress and green screen extra. There were multitudes of guests, too many to name; including the children, Indian Chiefs at Head Smashed in Buffalo Jump, a man who climbed Mt Everest, dancers and a ride in a Hot Air Balloon with Dale Lang (whose son was killed in a High School shooting in Tabor AB). Every show had a segment shot at the Eagles Nest Ranch, in Medicine Hat,(enr.ca) including break dancers, skaters, rock climbing, horses etc. There are exotic and fascinating animals filmed at the Singapore Zoological Society in Singapore and Mountain View Conservation Society, (mtnviewconservaton.org) the dream of rescuing and breeding endangered species, is that of Gordon and Yvonne Blankstein of Langley. A great deal of gratitude to the MDM staff who went over the top volunteering hundreds of hours, Albert Yakielashek, Jeff Coomber and Lorraine Lance. As well as the family and friends who shuttled, fed crew and filled in anywhere and everywhere they were needed!&lt;p&gt;In Canada... CTS Calgary, Edmonton, and Burlington/Toronto area are pleased to be broadcasting the Maralee Dawn and Friends show on Saturday mornings. The Miracle Channel broadcasts Maralee Dawn and Friends nation wide. The largest markets for the series are in America with broadcasters such as TBN (Trinity Broadcasting Network) which is considered the largest broadcaster of Christian programing in the world. Through Smile of a Child Maralee Dawn and Friends is seen via satellite around the globe. Christi Legg, VP of I-life TV boasts that Maralee Dawn and Friends is their flag ship show and is shown daily.&lt;br /&gt;Each show is focused on teaching a leadership quality, such as the value of international friendships, planning ahead and journaling. In fact every show concludes with the puppet characters in their jammies journaling the events and lessons of the day, often ending the show with a blast of humor! Thus the logo; loving, learning and laughing. No wonder the kids assimilate the leadership qualities as naturally as eating ice cream. LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://g.msn.ca/ca55/207"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-3008940674326485262?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3008940674326485262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=3008940674326485262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/3008940674326485262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/3008940674326485262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2008/06/canadian-childrens-series-up-for.html' title='Canadian Children&apos;s series up for prestigious International award!!'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-6928421268655509145</id><published>2008-06-07T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:17:13.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Daily with Laura Lynn and Mark Washington</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x4r4oSnmSlU/SEngqZlVZFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/lG7eoPmqK7I/s1600-h/IMG_1818-793631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x4r4oSnmSlU/SEngqZlVZFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/lG7eoPmqK7I/s320/IMG_1818-793631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208941463057294418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x4r4oSnmSlU/SEngq1OOc_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/yVHss4uX_FU/s1600-h/IMG_1823-794981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x4r4oSnmSlU/SEngq1OOc_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/yVHss4uX_FU/s320/IMG_1823-794981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208941470476563442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;!-- DIV {margin:0px;} --&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman,new york,times,serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman,new york,times,serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman,new york,times,serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;This is a photo of Laura Lynn and Mark Washington (a BC Lions football player) and the Premier of BC on the set of The Daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show is broadcast daily 6 am, 3 pm and 10 pm. Please go to their website &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.thedaily.ca/"&gt;www.thedaily.ca&lt;/a&gt; to check for the call letters so you can watch it in your area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be the guest on July 25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings!&lt;br /&gt;&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/8687175221936298069-6928421268655509145?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6928421268655509145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=6928421268655509145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/6928421268655509145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/6928421268655509145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2008/06/daily-with-laura-lynn-and-mark.html' title='The Daily with Laura Lynn and Mark Washington'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x4r4oSnmSlU/SEngqZlVZFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/lG7eoPmqK7I/s72-c/IMG_1818-793631.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-6526263843510635119</id><published>2008-06-06T17:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T18:16:54.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dynamite!</title><content type='html'>It was a blessing to share my faith and passion on AM 9:30, The Light, in Edmonton this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allan Huntsberger, the Host and myself shared some special things in common. Both of us are child believers (as Barna states over 85% of adult believers first came to faith before age 12) and both Allen and I were baptized in the Holy Spirit very young (age 11).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shared that in todays devotional, My Utmost For His highest, Oswald Chambers states 'god not only expects me to do His will but He is in me to do it." and he also spoke about dynamite... "Dynamite is obedience to the Holy spirit".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want more dynamite in my life...how about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://g.msn.ca/ca55/207"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-6526263843510635119?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6526263843510635119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=6526263843510635119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/6526263843510635119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/6526263843510635119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-was-blessing-to-share-my-faith-and.html' title='Dynamite!'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-2300163087494100905</id><published>2008-06-05T10:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T10:38:19.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New blog site</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow, Friday June 06, I will be on the air (radio) live (via telephone) on CJCA in Edmonton from 7 am-8 am MST,with Bob Gall and Al... the emphasis is 'Missions'. I would love for you to listen in and or join me in praying that many will be inspired as I share my stories. And that many listeners will be motivated to pray, send or go to the 'white fields'! Smile.&lt;p&gt;Yesterday I was a guest on THE DAILY a new show taped in Vancouver and broadcast on Vision TV. Check it out its great! My segment, with Laura Lynn Tyler Thompson will be airing on July 25, my Mom's birthday, it will be broadcast three times that day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"The harvest is great and the workers are few, pray that the Lord will send workers into His fields" Math 9:37-38 Be blessed and remember that prayer changes things!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-2300163087494100905?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2300163087494100905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=2300163087494100905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/2300163087494100905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/2300163087494100905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-blog-site.html' title='New blog site'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687175221936298069.post-5904689744506083129</id><published>2008-06-05T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T08:58:13.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://maraleedawn.com/images/home-pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://maraleedawn.com/images/home-pic.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the place to keep up with news about Maralee Dawn and Friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687175221936298069-5904689744506083129?l=maraleedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5904689744506083129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687175221936298069&amp;postID=5904689744506083129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/5904689744506083129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687175221936298069/posts/default/5904689744506083129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maraleedawn.blogspot.com/2008/06/welcome.html' title='Welcome!'/><author><name>Maralee Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832008778168139703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
